You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1820

Chapter 1820: On the Edge of the Hurricane

On the other side, at the Warner family mansion, Joyce's body had mostly recovered, and she could walk around normally. Of course Luther did not feel assured, and whenever she went out, he had to guard her and did not dare leave her side for even half a step.

He had sent many men to guard the mansions in the city, with shifts changing regularly. The warlord had also sent professional guards. It was airtight, not even a fly could get in.

This noon, Joyce received a phone call. Looking at the unfamiliar number on the screen, showing it was from overseas with the country code 81, displayed as Rohomes, she had a feeling it must be Reuben calling her.

Ever since Reuben had left the hospital directly that day and rushed back to Rohomes with Grizela, he had lost contact. She had worried in between, but after all it was not convenient to meddle in the affairs of other countries. So she chose not to ask.

If Reuben was looking for her, he must have encountered some trouble.

Joyce hurried to answer the call, "Hello, may I ask who is this?"

"It's me."

It was indeed Reuben's voice.

Joyce quickly asked, "After you left we never heard from you. How are things over there now? Are you okay?"

Reuben calmly replied, "Not very smooth. Joyce, do you still remember? I said before, that I might ask to borrow something from you sometime, which could be a burden to you, but I promise I will keep things under control."

"Yes, I remember," Joyce remembered very clearly, these were Reuben's exact words.

She owed him too much kindness, especially regarding Alisha's matter. Reuben was Alisha's lifesaver. Although she did not know what Reuben meant by wanting to borrow something.

But their alliance had already formed, she would not decline.

"Whatever I can do, I will surely do my utmost," Joyce assured.

Reuben spoke word for word, "What I'm about to say next might shock you, but please be patient and hear me out. Joyce, what I want to ask from you are the blueprints for the electromagnetic pulse bomb design."

As expected, Joyce's eyebrows jerked violently, stunned speechless. Such dangerous stuff, if leaked out, the consequences were unthinkable.