Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1940: What’S The Plan?
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Chapter 1940: What'S The Plan?

Chapter 1940: What's the Plan?

As they left the Western restaurant, Joyce pointed to a black sedan parked by the roadside. "I've

arranged for a bodyguard to take you back," she said.

"Alright. And what about you? Heading back to work?" Clint inquired.

"Yes. You rest up first, we can discuss the rest later," Joyce smiled, glancing at her watch. The time lost

today was really starting to add up, and she was eager to leave.

"Don't forget to consider my proposal," Clint reminded her.

"I know," Joyce chuckled awkwardly, feeling Munin's intense gaze on her as she was about to leave.

"I'm off."

"Wait," Clint pulled out a phone from his pocket. "Let's exchange contact information and add each

other as friends. This is the phone your people sent me a couple of days ago. I've figured out how to

use it already."

With that, he opened the phone to display a QR code and handed it to Joyce. She had no choice but to

accept. Munin seemed to have a knack for taking charge, and she found herself following his lead,

influencing her own thoughts and actions in the process. It was a trait only a true leader possessed.

She couldn't help but wonder, was Munin truly just a scientist?

Opening the phone interface, Joyce scanned the QR code. With a beep, she added Munin's contact

information and casually added a note. Once Clint had her contact details, he sent a smiling emoji and

added, "If I get bored, I might text you. If you're free, reply. If not, just ignore me. Don't worry about me,

I'm just too idle, have no one to talk to. Feel free to ignore messages from me."

At this point, Joyce was left speechless. She awkwardly replied, "Alright, I'll reply when I have the time."

In that moment, she really hoped Munin would regain his memory soon and be sent back to W-country.

Otherwise, if he stayed here and kept pestering her every day, she wouldn't be able to handle it. Not to

mention the big jar of jealousy waiting for her at home.

Seeing through Joyce's thoughts, Clint offered, "If your husband misunderstands, I can personally

explain." Joyce quickly waved it off, "No need for that. Don't overthink it, just go back and rest. I have

things to take care of. I really have to go now."

With that, she turned and hurried away. But as she turned, the corner of her eye caught an unusual

black shadow darting past a nearby alley at the intersection. Joyce's sharp instincts immediately

sensed danger. Something was off.novelbin

Unable to tell who the target was, whether it was her or Munin, Joyce was momentarily frozen in

indecision. It seemed her enemies were all dealt with, so why target Munin? Her body instinctively

reacted faster than her mind could process.

Joyce pushed Munin aside abruptly, shouting, "Get down, quickly!"

Clint was pushed to the ground by her, frozen in place. And then... a gunshot rang out, shattering the

calm and causing chaos among the crowded street. People panicked and scattered, unaware of where

to run. Some shouted, "Gunshot! Someone's shooting!"

The crowd was in a state of frenzy. The bullet hadn't hit anyone, landing precisely between Joyce and

Munin at the restaurant's entrance, shattering the glass front and leaving a gaping hole, a terrifying

sight.

Glancing back, Joyce felt a chill. If she hadn't acted in time, Munin might have been killed. She was

now certain, the target was Munin, not her. Someone was really trying to kill him! And they had tracked

him down to Khebury. Her doubts about Munin vanished in an instant.

"Stay here, the bodyguard will come to protect you. I'll go after him!" Joyce pulled out her pistol, the

"Pavna Witness," and held it firmly, rising to chase after the black shadow that disappeared into the

alley.

Clint got up from the ground. "Don't go, it's too dangerous. Wait for me!"

But he couldn't catch Joyce, her movements were swift. The bodyguard, alerted, drew his gun and

moved to protect Munin.

"Don't get up, it's safer to stay down. I'll protect you," the bodyguard cautioned. Ignoring him, Clint

forcefully pushed the bodyguard aside, chasing after Joyce.

The bodyguard, in a panic, followed after Munin. And so, the three of them moved against the flow of

fleeing people, running in pursuit.

Joyce tracked the suspicious figure, gun ready. As long as the assassin was within range, she could

take the shot with her sharpshooting skills. The assassin darted through the alley, unfamiliar with the

area.

A smirk played on Joyce's lips, confident that the assassin couldn't escape her grasp. Getting closer,

closer, even closer... when suddenly Munin leaped from behind and pulled her back, shielding her with

his body.

At that moment, the bodyguard caught up, panting. "Miss Joyce, the Young Master is known for his

sharpshooting skills. He never misses. Don't you know that?"

Clint, at a loss for words...

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