You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2052

Chapter 2052: Dark Arts

The driver nervously glanced back, fearing that if Joyce's hand slipped, the Crown Prince would die on the spot. Even if they died a thousand times, they couldn't escape the blame.

"I have one bullet left in my gun, reserved just for you," Joyce said, pressing the gun barrel harder. "Get out of the car. Have the driver open the door. You and I will get out together. Once I'm safe, I'll let you go."

She commanded.

But Clint remained motionless.

The driver held his breath.

Even if he opened the door, he had to follow the Crown Prince's orders and couldn't act on his own.

"Clint, did you hear me?! Don't think I won't do it. I won't hesitate. Even if you're the Crown Prince! I'm still a warlord's heir! Killing you is a responsibility I can bear."

Clint laughed. "Joyce, do you know why I don't care?"

He elegantly extended his hands, gently caressing his wound with long fingers, indifferent to her words.

Joyce squinted her eyes. She knew something was wrong but couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Desperate and taking risks, she had no choice but to hold him hostage.

Suddenly.

Joyce felt a sharp pain throughout her body.

The intense pain and suddenness made her unable to hold onto the gun.

At that moment, Clint raised his arm and easily disarmed her in a second.

With a click, he ejected the bullet from the chamber.

The handgun was now empty.

He tossed the empty gun onto Joyce and smiled slightly.

Then he instructed the driver, "What are you looking at? Keep driving home."

From start to finish, Joyce couldn't believe Clint had taken her gun. The reason was her sudden pain.

Why? It was simply inexplicable.

She clutched the empty gun, still feeling the pain from earlier. "Clint, what did you do to me?"

"Had enough?" Clint glanced at her. "I've tolerated you too much. Your actions have long crossed my line."

Joyce squinted her eyes. "I don't need your tolerance. We should mind our own business. What right do you have to kidnap me here? Let me return home immediately! Otherwise, you'll be at odds with my Heath family warlords. If our countries clash, aren't you afraid your position as Crown Prince will be shaken? You can't bear those consequences either. Let me go now."

Clint suddenly grabbed Joyce's chin. "Do you know why you're in pain?"

He extended his hand and waved it in front of her.

As he clenched his fingers.

Joyce immediately felt that sharp pain again.

Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Clint. How could this be?