You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1724: Lack of Dominance

On the other side.

Joyce continued to live a peaceful life in the Warner family.

She continued to send and pick up Anderson from school, prepared exquisite meals, and even had the trees and flowers in the

courtyard trimmed.

Darrin went out every day at a regular tto search for information.

Joyce went about her daily routine without any abnormalities. Even when she received calls from Jacqueline and Shelly, who were

overseas, after seeing the news, she responded casually.

During this time, she also made a visit to JK Intelligence to arrange the recent work.

Both the Warner residence and the vicinity of the company were clearly being watched by reporters, but the reporters didn't dare

to approach and inquire. After all, she was a young marshal, not an ordinary singer, and the media was cautious around her.

On this day, Joyce's phone rang, and she received an unfamiliar call.

The incoming number was from overseas and clearly a fake online number.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Her intuition told her that if she just waited patiently, the person who was looking for her

would definitely appear, and the one who needed to find her would eventually show themselves.

As long as she could remain patient, the other party wouldn't be able to sit still.

Indeed, she finally received the call.

Joyce stood up and walked to the window.

In the courtyard, the spring sunlight was just right, casting a golden glow over everything. The grass was lush green, and the

surroundings were adorned with various blooming flowers that swayed gently in the breeze, creating a beautiful scene that was

pleasing to the eye.

She pressed the answer button, her voice pleasant and melodious.

"Hello, who is this? May | ask who you're looking for?"

On the other end of the phone, a cold female voice sounded, not too loud but with a provocative tone. "You must be Joyce, right?

Let's meet at a café at 2 o'clock this afternoon. I'll send you the address by text message."

"Okay," Joyce readily agreed.

The other party promptly hung up the phone.

At this moment, Darrin walked over from behind Joyce and asked, "Any developments from the other side?"

Joyce nodded. "Yes, she said she wants to meet me. She'll send the address to my phone. If I'm not mistaken, she is Christian's

sister, Athena."

She turned around, a curve forming on her lips. "She has finally shown up, faster than | expected."

"Are you going?" Darrin asked.

"Of course. It's such a good opportunity, why wouldn't | meet her?" Joyce sat down by the sofa, picked up the cup of tea in front of

her, and took a sip.

Darrin pondered for a moment. "What if it's a trap, or if she has other plans to harm you? Marshal, I'm worried. I'll go with you to

protect you discreetly. And | plan to bring a few people, just in case."

Joyce agreed. "Yes, that's fine. Although | don't think her intention in findingis to harm me. Otherwise, she wouldn't need to

openly seekout; she could have attackedin secret. She must have other motives. I'll know once | meet her."

"Alright. It's better to be safe than sorry. I'll make the necessary preparations.”

After saying that, Darrin quickly left the living room to make arrangements.

By the tit was 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Joyce received a text message from an unknown sender. It contained a location.

The location was sdistance from the Warner residence, and it would take about fifty minutes to drive there. It seemed that the

other party had timed it well and was well aware of her whereabouts.

Joyce informed Darrin, and she drove alone to the location Athena sent.

It was a café situated at the foot of a mountain. It had a large area and was surrounded by carefully trimmed greenery, creating an

appealing atmosphere.

Darrin, accompanied by several bodyguards, arrived shortly after and took positions in the surrounding area.

Joyce entered the café, and it was evident that she was the first to arrive. The café had been cleared out, leaving only two waiters

standing behind the counter.

Joyce sat down at a window seat, choosing an angle that would allow Darrin to monitor and protect her at any time. It was a safer

position.

A waiter approached her and asked, "Hello, what would you like to drink?"

Joyce looked up and asked in return, "Since this place is reserved for someone, didn't you order afternoon tea in advance?"

The waiter was momentarily taken aback and shook his head. "We only received notice from the boss that we're not open this

afternoon, except for two female customers."

"So, how did you know that I'm one of the two female customers your boss mentioned? What ifl'm just passing by and cin for

a cup of coffee?" Joyce leaned back in her seat, a smirk playing on her lips as she posed the question.

The waiter was caught off guard by the question and didn't know how to respond.

Joyce let out a cold laugh and pointed to a glass screen behind the front desk. "Bring her out. I'm already here, so why would she

hide and not show herself?"

The waiter glanced discreetly in the direction indicated by Joyce's gaze, her eyes filled with guilt. She looked at Joyce, realizing that

the woman before her was perceptive and had seen through her. A few words were enough to leave her speechless.

"Clap, clap, clap!" A round of applause rang out as Athena slowly emerged from behind the screen.

When meeting Joyce, Athena naturally didn't use a wheelchair. Since Luther had exposed her intact legs, she no longer needed to

pretend with the wheelchair. Originally, she had only wanted to gain Luther's pity and guilt. Since she couldn't achieve her goal,

there was no need to continue the charade.

Today, Athena wore her favorite Japanese-style kimono dress, with a black base embroidered with bright pink cherry blossoms.

uding an extravagant aura. Her ink-black hair cascaded down, and her

p with heavy makeup. Smoky eyeliner, slender eyebrows, blood-red lips,

she resembled a displayed voodoo doll.

somewhat surprised.

but if it was about an evil aura, Athena had that in abundance.

nd dignified. She hadn't even bothered to put on makeup or dress up. She

photos and had sprevious contact with her, this was the first tshe

sourness welled up in her heart. The Joyce before her, pure in beauty,

need any fancy clothes or makeup.

er and referred to Athena as Miss Ballard, clearly asserting her dominance

itions.

ht from the start and called her Miss Ballard, clearly asserting her

er furious inside.

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