Chapter 1941 Taking a Woman''s Credit Card


    Clint pretended to be surprised, "Marksman?"


    "Yes! So, if you don''t understand the situation, don''t make things worse! If it weren''t for you, the prime minister would have


    definitely caught that assassin!" the bodyguardined.


    Joyce waved her hand, "Forget about these useless things. He''s escaped, so now quickly inform the police. See if we can still


    find a trace of the killer."


    The bodyguard immediately responded, "Yes, Prime Minister."


    After that, he hurried to the side and started making phone calls.


    Clint stood awkwardly in front of Joyce, "I''m sorry, | really didn''t know. | saw that man in ck just now, | thought he was going to


    shoot at you. | was afraid you would get hurt, especially since you''re pregnant, so..."


    Joyce rubbed her forehead, "I know you meant well, otherwise you wouldn''t have stood in front of me. But, let me emphasize


    again, the assassin just now was targeting you, not me."


    Clint''s face paled, "Targeting me? So they have found my whereabouts ande to Khebury? How did | offend them? Why do


    they want to put me in a perilous situation?"


    In fact, he knew very well. Because the assassin he sent to kill him was just a show for them. The assassin shooting on the


    street wouldn''t have hit him at all. The goal was just to create a spectacle and panic.


    However, he overlooked one thing, although he knew Joyce was a marksman, he had never witnessed it. He didn''t expect Joyce


    to react so swiftly.


    Just a little more, and Joyce would have subdued the assassin.


    He deliberately bumped her arm, causing her to miss. He was worried the assassin would fall into Joyce''s hands, and if he talked


    too much, his identity would be exposed. So, he had to pretend to protect Joyce and stand in front of her, causing her to miss,


    giving the assassin time to escape.


    Too mysterious, almost exposed.


    After listening to Munin''s question.


    Joyce shook her head, "I don''t know the reason, unless you remember yourself. But since they have found you, your current


    residence is not safe. | need to find you a new ce and reconsider your safety."


    "Oh," Clint looked around, "It doesn''t matter where | live. You don''t have to worry too much, maybe my whereabouts haven''t


    been exposed yet. Perhaps the assassin just happened to see me on the street. So he acted in haste and didn''t hurt me."


    Joyce frowned, "You can''t be careless, nothing happens by chance. There must have been a premeditation.”


    "| see." She thought for a moment, "We are now living in apound in the city center, on the upper floors. The lower floors


    have two levels, all single dormitories for security personnel and cleaning staff. I''m sorry, but you''ll have to stay with the security


    personnel for now. But don''t worry, there is a separate single room, very spacious, fully equipped,parable to your current


    apartment. You don''t have to worry about privacy issues. | think this is the safest option. | will have a private doctore to take


    care of you every day."


    In fact, Aaron usually stayed in a single room dormitory for child pick-ups.


    "Don''t be sorry, how can it be a bother?" Clint smiled, slightly pleased inside. Closer to her, wouldn''t that be better, this is the


    result he wanted.


    "Okay, don''t go back to the apartment, I''ll take you back now," Joyce said, to the bodyguard, "Go to the police station and see if


    there are any updates. I''ll take the car first."


    "Yes, Prime Minister," the bodyguard immediately responded.


    Joyce took Clint back to the car, driving herself.


    Clint sat in the passenger seat, asking, "You mentioned that there was still work to do at thepany while we were having


    dinner. Now you are taking me home. Isn''t this dying your work? Troubling you so much, | feel even more sorry."


    Joyce nced at him, indeed it was dying her, but what could she do?


    "In the face of sudden circumstances, it''s not your fault. Why apologize? Besides, how can work be more important than a life?"


    Clint pursed his lips, his pale face unable to hide his apology, "Even if that''s the case, I''m troubling you too much.”


    He nced at Joyce a few more times, this woman was too upright, if not for their hostile rtionship, she would truly be


    admirable. However, his grand n was more important, and he wouldn''t be swayed by a little sentiment.Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.


    Shortly after, Joyce drove the car back home.


    She personally arranged Munin''s amodation.


    She said it was a single room, but it was actually very spacious, with modern facilitiesparable to a high-end apartment, a


    four-door refrigerator, smart kitchen, shower, and massage bathtub all included. Even the bedding was all up to a five-star hotel


    standard.


    Clint walked around inside and was surprised, "Your employee dormitory has such high treatment. It seems no worse than


    yours."


    "Between people, there is no


    distinction of nobility. Since we work


    together, the treatment should be the


    same. | always treat everyone


    equally," Joyce pointed igheom


    " meone william fo clean every


    day at ten in the morning. The


    bedding is changed daily, if you stay


    long term, | will have them changed


    once a week. Three meals a day can


    be delivered to your room, there is


    also a dedicated staff kitchen


    upstairs. There''s a chef to cook. But


    if you feel ufortable with others,


    or don''t want to eat with them. You


    can dine in your own room or order


    takeout. It''s all fine." Please read the


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    She thought Munin behaved nobly, probably unwilling to live with ordinary people.


    At this point, Joyce seemed to remember something and took out a card and handed it to Munin.


    "By the way, this is my credit card.


    Bind it to your phone, you can use it


    to purchase daily necessities


    takeout, d mor@alkabiversd to


    you dé r. It''s inconvenient if you


    don''t have money. Of course, you can


    also have other security personnel


    buy things for you. They will report


    back to me, so you don''t have to


    worry about money." Please read the


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    When Clint took the credit card, he


    actually found it quite amusing. He


    felt like he was being kept. Tae"


    digpifigghorawh prince, eating and


    living off a woman, even using a


    woman''s credit card. Wouldn''t that


    be a huge joke if he said it out loud?


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    However.


    He didn''t care, as long as he could get closer to her, and ess more confidential information. Everything was worth it. The


    assassin he arranged today, the chaos he caused, was working as nned. Everything was perfect.


    Seeing that Munin didn''t say anything else, Joyce nned to leave, "You stay first, I''ll go back to thepany."


    Clint called out to her retreating figure, "Consider my proposal. I''ll ept this card as my sry card for now. My expenses will


    be deducted from my future sry."


    "| know, | will consider it."


    Joyce waved her hand, her figure gradually disappearing.


    Just now, Munin''s so-called reminder seemed like forcing a duck onto a perch. However, a man''s dignity wouldn''tst if he kept


    eating and living for free. She indeed had to consider Munin''s job.