If she understood correctly, this meant imprisonment.
What kind of international joke was this? He knew she was married, a mother of four children. Why would he keep her at East Palace, what could he gain?
Joyce stood up, "Stop kidding around, I hear that the succession to the throne in Rohomes is hotly contested. As the Crown Prince, your position is not secure. You brought me here, went to great lengths, must be wanting to gain something from me to solidify your position as the Crown Prince. Once you successfully ascend the throne, I will have no value to you. You went to great efforts to get close to me, to my side, giving up the luxurious palace where you should reside, to stay in a small apartment next to me. Looking back now, did you feel insulted by me back then? Oh, right. I even gave you a credit card, how could a noble Crown Prince like you be short of money? For my foolish behavior, for insulting your male dignity, I offer you a sincere apology."
Joyce thought and thought, perhaps her actions at the time might have hurt a man's pride, even though she had done it out of goodwill, considering him penniless in a foreign land. She had no other intentions, certainly never thought he would be the highly esteemed Crown Prince.
"Haha."
Clint suddenly laughed, a genuine laugh from deep within.
For the first time since birth, he had never laughed as joyfully as he did now.
After a moment, he stopped laughing.
Looking at Joyce, "Do you know? You are really interesting. You were mistaken, I never felt you insulted my dignity. On the contrary, because of these two things. It made me even more interested in you. No woman has ever given me a credit card, given me money, huh? Consider it as supporting me? Interesting. Joyce, I do have a purpose. It's just that I don't want to let you go."
Joyce couldn't help but touch her forehead, was there something wrong with Clint's thought process?
She didn't want to dwell on this issue with him, moving on to a different topic.
"Let's talk about conditions first. You went to great lengths to infiltrate my company, had your men capture Ding Gong but then released him without any gains. I am grateful you didn't harm him. I know your goal is to obtain the plans to counter electromagnetic pulses, am I right?"
Joyce narrowed her eyes, in reality, she had already given the plans to Reuben.
Now that she was in Rohomes, she didn't know where Reuben was. Was he near the palace? Or perhaps inside it. On second thought, probably not. Reuben and Clint had different identities, he might not be entitled to live in the palace.
If she could contact Reuben. Maybe she could figure out a way to leave.
"A mere set of plans wouldn't have required me to go to such great lengths to bring you here." Clint smiled slightly.
Suddenly, he felt a pang in his chest, unable to stop himself from coughing twice, a hint of paleness on his handsome face.
Joyce frowned, aside from the plans, she couldn't figure out what else Clint wanted. It couldn't be that he really wanted to imprison her, right?
"Can you stop beating around the bush? Just state your purpose directly." Joyce frowned.
"I've said it, if you don't believe me, that's your problem." Clint turned to walk towards the door of the palace.
When he reached the doorway, the attendants outside heard the commotion, quickly opening the door.
"Your Highness, do you have any orders?"
Clint, "Bring Tadasuke over."
"Yes, Your Highness." The attendants hurriedly backed away.
Joyce caught up to Clint, tugged at his sleeve and turned him around, "Let me ask you, Elsa is under your control, isn't she? Where is her son? She has completed the task you assigned her. I have also been captured by you as you wished, release her son first. As for other conditions, we can discuss them slowly."
Clint turned his head, "A mere minor character. Do you think I care?"
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