Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2044

Chapter 2044: The Madman

Joyce felt conflicted. Though she didn't know Clint well, she believed he meant what he said. Looking around, she saw over twenty guards, including Tadasuke, the previous attendants, and the maids who had bathed her-at least thirty people. If she escaped, they would have to pay with their lives. She couldn't bear that responsibility.

She glanced at Clint, who appeared indifferent, wielding life and death power so casually. She thought of Athena. It was clear now that OGW must have been part of his faction, and Athena had used Clint's connections and resources until the end. Perhaps Clint had his eyes on her since then. Ruthless, domineering, perverse, and obsessive women like Athena were under his control.

Joyce realized she had to reassess the man standing before her.

At that moment, Yukawa Mugen looked up and coldly glanced at Tadasuke. "She doesn't seem to believe me. I told you to watch her. You let her run out of the East Palace. What punishment do you think you deserve? Maybe you should start by setting an example for her."

Clint blew on his nails, admiring them in the sunlight.

His words made Tadasuke collapse to the ground, tears streaming down his wrinkled face. He trembled like a leaf in the wind.

"Yes, Your Highness," Tadasuke said with despair in his eyes. He crawled towards a nearby stone pillar, leaving a trail of tears or sweat behind him.

Just as Tadasuke was about to smash his head against the pillar to atone with his life, Joyce shouted, "Wait!"

Tadasuke stopped and looked at Joyce with hopeful eyes, like seeing a savior. He really didn't want to die.

Joyce knew Clint was serious, but she hadn't expected him to demonstrate it so perversely and cruelly. After all, it was a living person; how could he treat life so lightly? She knew Clint was pressuring her.

She lightly tapped the gun butt in her hand against her palm, then ejected the magazine. The gun spun skillfully in her hand before she pointed it downward and tossed it to the ground.

Feigning a relaxed smile, she said, "Just kidding. Why take it so seriously? Your Highness, I was just itching to play with a gun; I hope you don't mind."

The head guard, no longer threatened, was about to restrain Joyce when Clint signaled him to stop.

The head guard retreated and knelt beside the other guards.

Though it was cold, the sun was scorching today, and the wind was biting.

Joyce strolled leisurely towards Clint, shrugging and speaking casually, "Oh my, it's quite boring for you to wander alone. How about showing me around?"

"With pleasure," Clint said elegantly, extending his hand in a gesture of invitation. "I'll take you to the back garden."

"Sure, let's go," Joyce replied with a forced smile.

Before leaving, Clint turned to Tadasuke and the guards and said coldly, "Kneel here for a day. Tomorrow, receive your punishment according to the rules."

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness," they all replied, bowing deeply with utmost respect.

Joyce was taken aback. Kneel for a whole day? Rohomes liked to spread gravel on the ground; how terrible would their knees be after a whole day? She couldn't imagine. And after kneeling for a day, what kind of punishment awaited them? She couldn't fathom it. In this day and age, such traditional practices still existed? Terrifying.