Chapter 1967 The Takeaway


    Chapter 1967 The Takeaway


    A sense of danger crept into every fiber of Joyce''s being. She felt her scalp tingling and shivers


    running down her spine. Now, in her delicate condition, nearing childbirth and with limited mobility,


    she felt vulnerable. If there was indeed a threat, she had little room to resist. What made matters


    worse was that herputer had just been shut down. Clearly, her hasty return home had caught


    the intruder off guard. In the short span of time since the break-in, the intruder had not managed to


    leave. Therefore, this intruder must still be inside her home, perhaps watching her from somewhere.


    With this realization, Joyce forced herself to remain calm. She pretended not to notice anything


    amiss and sat down in front of herputer as if nothing was wrong. Quickly, she powered it up


    and swiftly packaged and transmitted all files and data to Dr. Jocelyn. She needed to finish what


    she had set out to do. As the progress bar on the screen advanced steadily, her heart raced. Her


    gaze fell on the emergency button beside her, part of the security rm system installed in her


    home. When pressed, all security personnel would assemble within 5 minutes, including the alert


    system linked to Anderson. But she had a strong suspicion that this button was now inactive.


    Unfazed, Joyce continued with her task, determined not to let the intruder hinder her from sending


    the information. Just as the upload was nearingpletion, Joyce stealthily reached for the drawer


    where her small handgun was kept. She had not touched it in a long while. But before she could


    open the drawer and retrieve her gun, a hand covered hers, pushing the drawer closed.


    The person behind her had approached without a sound, showcasing a certain level of skill. Joyce


    stiffened in response. Luckily, the upload was done, and as she turned, she was shocked to see


    none other than Grayson! Clint''s left hand rested on Joyce''s, while his right hand toyed with her


    gun. "Are you looking for this?" he asked with a smile that, despite its warmth, carried a hint of


    eeriness.


    Joyce, taken aback, eximed, "It''s you?" In a sh, she connected the dots, "You tampered with


    myputer? No! Not just theputer! The malfunction in the home automation system and


    circuitsst time, was that also your doing? You pretended to repair them for me, but in reality, you


    sabotaged them. All to disable my security system and gain ess to my home?"


    "Exactly," Clint admitted without further concealment. "Unfortunately, you''re realizing it toote."


    Joyce''s eyes narrowed, "Could it be? Your target is the EMP technology? Are you sent by


    Rohomes? That''s why you went to great lengths to get close to me, to gain entry into JK


    Intelligence. You didn''t find what you were looking for in thepany, so you got close to me, to my


    home?"


    Clint chuckled, "Well done. You figured it all out in one go." Though Joyce had suspected Grayson''s


    motives, she had underestimated his speed of action. She had becent. Staring at him


    coldly, she withdrew her hand from his and moved to protect her abdomen. "You appeared out of


    nowhere on the sea, pretending to be rescued. It seems you put a lot of effort into that. Your fake


    identity as Gon Macreddin was wless, showing the resources and abilities at your disposal.


    Grayson is probably not your real name. Who are you really?"


    Clint shrugged casually. "I don''t feel like telling you right now. If you want to know,e back to


    Rohomes with me, and I''ll be honest with you." Joyce''s stare turned icier. "So, you are indeed from


    Rohomes. No wonder you struggled to drive on the left side. Rohomes drive on the right, I knew I


    didn''t misjudge you. Your fine dining etiquette and refined lifestyle suggest a noble background. You


    are no ordinary person."


    "You''re correct on all counts," Clint nodded. Suddenly, he reached out and delicately lifted Joyce''s


    chin. Staring at her exquisite face up close, he couldn''t help but inhale deeply, feeling a palpitation.


    As a man, he couldn''t resist the primal urge stirring inside him. "Don''t touch me," Joyce frowned,


    pushing his touch away with disgust.


    Feeling a sense of disdain, Clint smirked, "The security system here has been disabled by me. No


    one will enter. Just so you know, I''ve had Jude taken away. He''s on a ne now." Joyce''s


    expression turned cold. "Why did you take Jude? He knows nothing important, the information he


    has is not crucial. Release him immediately!"


    Clint absentmindedly caressed his chin. "Releasing him is not out of the question. Such a small


    figure troubling me is not worth it. I initially believed I could find what I wanted at your ce. Clearly,


    that''s not the case. Joyce, where have you hidden what I''m after?"


    Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Joyce smiled slyly. "Oh, where do you think?" She pointed to her temple. "It''s in my mind, where


    only I have ess. I wouldn''t store such data on myputer. You assumed too much."


    Clint''s eyes narrowed. He had worked for nothing. However, he didn''t leave empty-handed.


    Showing a tinge of regret, he said, "In that case, I''ll have to take you with me. Rest assured, I''ll take


    care of you... and your children." Joyce''s heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Was Grayson prepared


    to retreat? Taking her with him to Rohomes? She didn''t want to leave, her delivery was imminent,


    Luther''s poison was close to being undone, not to mention Andres and Alisha. She didn''t want to


    leave them. Stepping back, she bit her lip defensively, feeling a wave of helplessness.