You Hit My Heart

Chapter 2062: The Storm Has Arrived

That night.

When Luther entered Rohomes, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

The checks were extremely strict, and everyone was questioned.

Fortunately, he had prepared well, using a fake identity. After Joyce's disappearance, he had someone prepare it just in case, and it turned out to be useful.

He didn't take a private jet but a regular flight in business class to avoid drawing attention.

It took four hours to get through customs. There weren't many people, but the scrutiny was intense.

Finally, when it was his turn, Luther presented his business credentials for Rohomes. After thorough verification, he was allowed to pass.

Once he successfully entered the country, Luther's pace quickened.

The air felt tense; the entire nation was on high alert.

He had guessed correctly. He needed to enter Rohomes before chaos erupted; otherwise, if the borders closed, he would never get in. Although others, including Cecelia, opposed his decision. But for him, Joyce was more important. He had made up his mind; he couldn't bear losing her again.

Before leaving, he didn't say goodbye to Anderson and Iris or even glance at Wilson and Cullen. He steeled himself; no matter what happened, he had to be with Joyce.

After leaving the airport,

Luther took a taxi to the location of Kane's branch office.

About an hour later, he appeared in Kane's office.

Based on his understanding of Kane, Kane usually wouldn't leave the office before midnight.

When Kane saw Luther, he was shocked. "Why are you here?"

"I came to send you back. Get your passport and leave now."

Luther took out a plane ticket from his pocket and handed it to Kane. "I've already bought your ticket. Leave immediately. Don't delay."

"Why? I haven't found Joyce yet. Besides, you were the one who sent me to Rohomes." Kane frowned. "Now you're telling me to leave? Why?"

"I will find her; leave the rest to me. Your job now is to leave immediately. The flight is in three hours; pack lightly and head to the airport. Also, give me the gun-shaped brooch and pen gun I asked you to bring last time." Luther pushed Kane. "Go! There's no time!"

"Is it because the emperor is critically ill?" Kane knew about the situation. "Are you worried about internal chaos in Rohomes?"

"Exactly." Luther didn't deny it; everyone could guess that. "Stop asking questions and go now. Tickets are hard to come by. The airport is crowded with people trying to leave; getting in is nearly impossible." "I can't leave. Did you come specifically to send me back? Are you worried I won't make it back?" Kane wasn't stupid.

His heart surged with respect for Luther for the first time. He hadn't expected Luther to be concerned about his safety and come personally to ensure his evacuation.

"Since both you and my sister are here, I'll stay too. I can help you." Kane grabbed Luther's arm. "I won't leave; having one more person will make things easier. Besides, you called me here initially and now want me to leave at your whim? Do you think I'm a child?"

"One more person is a burden. Leave when I tell you to leave. Do you think you'll be safe back home? You need to help with domestic matters too. And take care of Anderson for me; I will find Joyce." Luther pushed Kane forward again. "Don't act like a child; times have changed, and so has the situation. You know this."

"But..." Kane hesitated.

"No buts! Go!" Luther lost his patience. "Do you want everyone trapped here?"

"I..."

Kane had no choice but to pack a few things quickly and hand over the items Luther mentioned.

Then, with Luther seeing him off downstairs at the company building, Kane got into a taxi heading to the airport.

Before the car door closed,

"Brother-in-law." This time, he called out sincerely.

"Take care! Make sure you find my sister!" Kane's eyes were earnest and sincere.

"Hmm."

Luther responded and forcefully shut the car door.

The taxi sped away.

Watching Kane finally leave, Luther breathed a sigh of relief. He returned upstairs; although he had no leads on Joyce's whereabouts or contact with Reuben, he felt closer to her now and somewhat at ease. Luther went back to the office,

His gaze fell on the office phone, hoping it would suddenly ring-perhaps Joyce would contact them at some point; he waited for that moment.

It was currently his only plan.

Outside, the night was deep and dark as ink.

Luther stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains half-opened. Looking down from above, he saw more people in black uniforms patrolling than before; even street patrols seemed intensified.

His intuition told him,

The storm had arrived.

On another side,

Joyce wandered around Clint's mansion several times without any progress.

It was late at night-time for bed-but no one could sleep under these circumstances.

Joyce walked downstairs and passed by a side hall where she saw Clint standing with his back turned under dim light; she couldn't tell what he was doing.

She felt uneasy; there were more personal guards outside than usual-several times more-and people were coming in and out reporting something to Clint earlier.

Now, the atmosphere in the side hall was even more terrifying,

The air seemed still without any movement,

Joyce slowly approached,

She wanted to know what Clint was up to-this sinister man exuded an ominous aura from head to toe,

As she got closer,

She finally saw clearly,

A flash of silver almost blinded her eyes-it made her pause,

Clint held a long sword-it was beautiful-with jewels embedded in its hilt that sparkled under even faint light like sunlight itself-the blade so bright it could reflect faces clearly, Joyce thought Clint must know she stood behind him because of how reflective the sword was,

But Clint remained motionless-focused on polishing his sword-his expression intense,

Every movement exuded elegance,

The close proximity of such a weapon felt dangerous,

It seemed like any second now-the sword might point at her,

Joyce instinctively wanted to leave,

At that moment-Clint spoke suddenly-"Isn't it beautiful?"

Joyce froze-not understanding what Clint meant,

Clint finished polishing his sword-then turned around swiftly pointing it at Joyce-

The blade lightly rested on her shoulder-the edge touching her neck-it felt like just a slight move would cut through her delicate skin-

"I asked-you-isn't this sword beautiful?" Clint repeated himself