You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1941

Chapter 1941 Taking a Woman's Credit Card

Clint pretended to be surprised, "Marksman?"

"Yes! So, if you don't understand the situation, don't make things worse! If it weren't for you, the prime minister would have definitely caught that assassin!" the bodyguard complained.

Joyce waved her hand, "Forget about these useless things. He's escaped, so now quickly inform the police. See if we can still find a trace of the killer."

The bodyguard immediately responded, "Yes, Prime Minister."

After that, he hurried to the side and started making phone calls.

Clint stood awkwardly in front of Joyce, "I'm sorry, I really didn't know. I saw that man in black just now, I thought he was going to shoot at you. I was afraid you would get hurt, especially since you're pregnant, so..."

Joyce rubbed her forehead, "I know you meant well, otherwise you wouldn't have stood in front of me. But, let me emphasize again, the assassin just now was targeting you, not me."

Clint's face paled, "Targeting me? So they have found my whereabouts and come to Khebury? How did I offend them? Why do they want to put me in a perilous situation?"

In fact, he knew very well. Because the assassin he sent to kill him was just a show for them. The assassin shooting on the street wouldn't have hit him at all. The goal was just to create a spectacle and panic.

However, he overlooked one thing, although he knew Joyce was a marksman, he had never witnessed it. He didn't expect Joyce to react so swiftly.

Just a little more, and Joyce would have subdued the assassin.

He deliberately bumped her arm, causing her to miss. He was worried the assassin would fall into Joyce's hands, and if he talked too much, his identity would be exposed. So, he had to pretend to protect Joyce and stand in front of her, causing her to miss, giving the assassin time to escape.

Too mysterious, almost exposed.

After listening to Munin's question.

Joyce shook her head, "I don't know the reason, unless you remember yourself. But since they have found you, your current residence is not safe. I need to find you a new place and reconsider your safety."

"Oh," Clint looked around, "It doesn't matter where I live. You don't have to worry too much, maybe my whereabouts haven't been exposed yet. Perhaps the assassin just happened to see me on the street. So he acted in haste and didn't hurt me."

Joyce frowned, "You can't be careless, nothing happens by chance. There must have been a premeditation."

"I see." She thought for a moment, "We are now living in a compound in the city center, on the upper floors. The lower floors have two levels, all single dormitories for security personnel and cleaning staff. I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay with the security personnel for now. But don't worry, there is a separate single room, very spacious, fully equipped, comparable to your current apartment. You don't have to worry about privacy issues. I think this is the safest option. I will have a private doctor come to take care of you every day."

In fact, Aaron usually stayed in a single room dormitory for child pick-ups.

"Don't be sorry, how can it be a bother?" Clint smiled, slightly pleased inside. Closer to her, wouldn't that be better, this is the result he wanted.

"Okay, don't go back to the apartment, I'll take you back now," Joyce said, to the bodyguard, "Go to the police station and see if there are any updates. I'll take the car first."

"Yes, Prime Minister," the bodyguard immediately responded.