You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1934: As Rumored

Chapter 1934: As Rumored

The yacht arrived at the shore.

While on the yacht, Joyce had already called the maritime police. Luther, being cautious,

synchronously transmitted Munin's identity information to the authorities, urging them to quickly contact

the W country for inquiries.

As the yacht approached the shore, the maritime police were already waiting there, about seven or

eight of them, lined up in a row on the beach.

Joyce and Luther disembarked from the yacht with Alisha and Anderson, entrusting the children to

Aaron to take them home.

Joyce gently patted Anderson and said, "You take your sister home first, Mom and Dad have some

things to take care of."

Anderson obediently nodded.

Alisha glanced back at Munin, her eyes blinking with curiosity.

Clint smiled slightly at Alisha and waved his hand in a friendly gesture. He had naturally heard that

Joyce already had a son and a daughter, and now he saw them for the first time. The boy looked

incredibly smart, and the girl was remarkably nimble, like a golden boy and jade girl. Moreover, Joyce

was pregnant. Thinking of this, his gaze became dangerous. However, he deliberately concealed it,

and it disappeared in an instant. Immediately after, he put on a sickly appearance, which others

couldn't detect.

Alisha also smiled back, holding her brother's hand, and happily skipped away.

After Anderson and Alisha left.

Two police officers took Clint aside and questioned him on the spot, recording his information.

Meanwhile, Luther pulled the person in charge aside and asked privately, "How is it? Did you find out

what I asked you to?"

To be safe, he had made private arrangements. It would take about half an hour from the yacht's arrival

at the shore. The intelligence network was sufficient to identify the person who fell into the water.

Joyce also followed, asking, "Did you get the results so quickly?"

The head of the maritime police nodded, "Yes, Mr. Warner, Mr. Marshal, I have already transmitted

Munin's identity information to the W country. The response I received from my colleagues there

confirmed that he is indeed a citizen of W country, and all the information matches."

Joyce and Luther exchanged a glance.

Joyce asked, "Can you find out what he does?"

The head of the maritime police continued, "Yes. He is a technician working for a national secret

agency, specializing in electronics, electromagnetics, and artificial intelligence. Because of the sensitive

nature of his identity, further investigation is unknown."

Joyce nodded, "I understand. Just like the researchers of warlords, their identities are also confidential.

It is impossible to disclose the specific research fields. I never expected that he would be in the same

line of work as me."

Luther glanced sideways at Munin in the distance, dispelling some of his doubts.

"It seems like he definitely possesses some kind of confidential technology that is of great importance.

That's why someone is trying to kill him to silence him. Can we contact the national secret agency in W

country and send him back?" Luther asked.

The head of the maritime police shook his head, "I think it's not appropriate. Since his identity and

whereabouts are confidential, it's very likely that the person who wants to harm him is someone from

within. We've seen such things many times. I've heard that he has amnesia now and can't distinguish

who exactly harmed him. Sending him back recklessly would probably do more harm than good."

Joyce thought for a moment and agreed with the reasoning.

She looked at Luther and said, "It seems like we can only temporarily shelter him."

Luther frowned but still agreed, "Alright. Where do you think we should arrange for him to stay?"

Joyce pondered for a moment, "Don't you have an apartment near my company? Let him stay there for

now, and assign a few people to guard him."

"Okay. I'll make the arrangements," Luther said, and walked to the side to make a phone call,

instructing and arranging his subordinates.

And at this moment, Joyce walked towards Munin and said to the two police officers who were

questioning him, "Could you please not take his statement right now? Look at how pale he is, he could

collapse at any moment. I suggest he should see a doctor first, and once he recovers a bit, you can

question him later."

"Yes, Commander." The two police officers immediately responded and put away their notebooks.

Meanwhile, Clint pretended to sway, almost losing his balance and almost falling.

Joyce quickly reacted and steadied him with her arm.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

A grateful expression flickered across Clint's pale and handsome face as he lightly touched the back of

Joyce's hand. "Thank you."

Joyce was taken aback and quickly withdrew her hand, feeling embarrassed. She thought maybe he

had accidentally touched her.

"No need to thank me." She smiled.

Clint closed his eyes, a triumphant gleam passing through his eyes. Everything was going according to

his plan. Although they were being cautious, he had already made thorough arrangements. His fake

identity in Country W had long been fabricated. As for the classified personnel, they were his

protection. As a foreigner, he couldn't possibly uncover the core secrets of Country W. And he could

perfectly disguise himself.

"May I ask, what is your name?" Clint looked up and asked.

Joyce hesitated for a moment and replied, "My name is Joyce, and the man earlier is my husband,

Luther."

"For saving my life, I will definitely repay you in the future." Clint promised.

Joyce waved her hand. "It's just a small favor. I would have done the same for anyone."

Clint sneered in his heart. She was indeed kind-hearted, just as rumored. Today's meeting confirmed

her reputation.

"Should we take him to the nearest hospital?" one of the police officers asked.

Clint immediately showed resistance, his lips, frozen by the seawater, trembling uncontrollably.

"I don't want to go to the hospital. I'm fine, just give me a place to sleep. I'm just a bit cold."

Joyce pondered for a moment. "I understand. You're worried that someone might harm you if you go to

the hospital, right?"

Clint nodded. "I don't know who I am, and I don't know who wants to harm me. I can't go anywhere."

"Thank you so much." Clint's eyes shimmered with gratitude.

At this time, Luther had made arrangements and walked over. Seeing them talking, he couldn't help but

pull Joyce closer to him. Honestly, he still held some grudges against this man named Munin. He didn't

like anyone getting close to his wife.

The defensive posture made Clint's heart tighten. What a man who protects his wife.

Luther glanced at him. "I have arranged the apartment. Now someone will escort you there."

Luther nodded. "Okay."

Clint spoke again, genuinely grateful. "Thank you all."

With that, he followed the person sent by Luther and left.

At this moment, Joyce leaned into Luther's embrace. "Let's go back too. I'm a bit tired."

Luther simply lifted her up. "Sure thing, my dear wife."