You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1727: Did You Think | Had No Ace up My Sleeve?

"Miss Ballard, your shoulder seems to be seriously injured. Would you liketo take a look?" Joyce paid no attention to Athena's

next move.

Athena immediately becalert and rejected, "Get lost, | don't need you to look."

Joyce pretended to sigh, "What a pity. | actually know smethods for treating injuries. Since Miss Ballard doesn't need it, forget

about it."

"Oh, by the way!" Joyce pretended to glance to the side, "What were you planning to do just now? Call for reinforcements? How

unfortunate.”

Athena narrowed her eyes, unsure of what Joyce was up to.

"It's a shame. | also called a lot of people today. Including major media outlets. They're very interested in our gossip. Last time,

they only captured your back, and everyone felt it was a pity. Today, how about revealing your true face in front of everyone?"

Joyce smiled. She was well-prepared for today's banquet.

"What?!" Athena couldn't believe it. "You actually called the reporters? Aren't you afraid of being humiliated after being abandoned

by your husband? How dare you openly call the reporters!"

Joyce shrugged, "My skin is thicker than a city wall, as you've already experienced. | don't mind at all. | am the victim, and the

public will only sympathize with me. It's you, as the mistress, who should face public criticism. If you're not afraid, why should |

be?"

Athena gritted her teeth, wishing she could pull Joyce's hair out by the roots, leaving her completely bald to relieve her anger.

But for now, she didn't want to expose her true identity and appearance in front of the media. She had other matters to attend to.

"Hehe, let's settle things before the reporters arrive," Athena snapped her fingers. She had arranged an ambush in the cafe, and a

group of black-clad individuals were waiting for her signal to rush out and subdue Joyce.

Joyce crossed her arms, calmly waiting for Athena's response, unruffled.

Athena snapped her fingers, waited a few seconds, but there was no movement. She frowned, unsure if her finger snap was too

soft.

She snapped her fingers again.

But once again, no one rushed out.

Athena looked back in surprise at the empty cafe, not a soul in sight.

"Oh well," Joyce's voice carried a tone of regret, "It seems like your people aren't very capable. They've been waiting here for so

long, maybe they're too tired, so my people took them for afternoon tea to rest. | hope you don't mind. After all, we're all human

beings. When they work for money, it's only fair to occasionally give them better treatment."

Athena's face immediately fell. She clenched her fist, then released it, clenched it again, and finally relaxed it completely.

She took a deep breath and revealed a sinister smile.

"Joyce, you're cunning. This ends here today. | will never give up!"

Athena turned around, intending to leave. However, she had underestimated Joyce. Seeing Joyce's confident expression, Athena

realized that besides the reporters, Joyce must have also brought armed personnel from the warlord's side and successfully

eliminated the people she had brought.

What a bunch of useless people, discovered by Joyce's people!

She had been too careless.

Her plan had failed today. She hadn't gained the slightest advantage over Joyce, nor had she made Joyce embarrass herself.

Although she was unwilling, she had no choice.

Just as Athena turned around, Joyce seized the opportunity and forcefully pulled, causing Athena's dress to slip off her shoulder. A

large, gaping wound resembling a black hole was exposed on her pale skin.

Joyce's pupils contracted rapidly. It was a gunshot wound! Caused by a Magnum Bullet, she could tell.

Athena was indeed the wicked woman! The one who kidnapped Anderson and conspired with Otis! She repeatedly appeared in

Pascaylia, her identity and whereabouts shrouded in mystery, and she had a deep connection with Rohomes.

Thinking about it, many of the Rohomes people recently seen in Khebury were undoubtedly connected to Athena.

With the gunshot wound exposed, a trace of panic flashed in Athena's eyes. She quickly adjusted her clothes and glared fiercely at

Joyce. In her heart, she wondered if Joyce had discovered something.

Even if Joyce had discovered her identity, she wasn't afraid. After all, she held the trump card.

Raising her proud chin, Athena smiled mysteriously at Joyce. "Joyce, did you really think | have no ace up my sleeve?"

She suddenly raised her hand, and her long, sharp nails swiftly swiped past Joyce's face.

"The person you care about isn't just Luther, right? You still have someone else you worry about. Remember, theperson you care

about most is in my hands."

Despite Joyce's excellent reflexes, she was still scratched by Athena, leaving a shallow cut.

Joyce took a step back, warily looking at Athena.

"What do you mean?"

Athena sneered, "Just what | said. Go back and think about it carefully. Think about what you've lost and what you care about the

most."

Athena caught a glimpse of a group of reporters rushing towards the cafe. They were approaching the door and about to burst in.

"Damn it."

d the reporters.

screen, leaving through the back door.

gure, but this time, it was a hurried departure.

t figure out what Athena meant. What did Athena care about the most?

r, despite knowing Athena's identity, wary of her?

e.

d she had to deal with them first.

irst love?"

r? Will you compromise with the mistress?"

re also a young marshal of a warlord. Will you voluntarily end this

ul military position?"

voke you? How did you respond?"

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