A Shot to the Heart

Civil Affairs Bureau.

Joyce Knowles got married today.

When she signed her name and was about to write the name of her husband, she looked up at the man beside her.

The man was so handsome that even the Civil Affairs Bureau staff stole glances at him from time to time. Come on, a woman would just have to be so lucky to get married to such a man, right?

"What's your name? Sorry, I forgot." Joyce paused.

Luther Warner's handsome face darkened. Did this woman really not know his name? Or was she just pretending too well?

Could there even be a woman in Khebury who did not know the name of Luther? He had such a stunning face and such a perfectly proportioned body. He was the dream of every Khebury woman. Of course, he was even the head of R&S Group, a real king in finance, e-commerce, real estate, and entertainment.

He snatched the form from Joyce's hand, and dropped his name directly. The handwriting apparently showed his bold and domineering personality.

That's it then, after the stamp.

Joyce packed her things neatly.

Luther was just about to speak.

But he was eventually interrupted by Joyce, "When is the divorce?"

"The doctor said Grandma may not make it through the month." He retorted in a cold voice.

Her words put him in an extremely depressed mood. When is the divorce? Shouldn’t he be the one to feel worried? What was her hurry?

Joyce frowned. Three months ago, she met an old lady on the roadside. The old lady was having pneumothorax and serious airway occlusion back then, and her situation is critical. Luckily, she was able to give the old lady pericardiocentesis just in time.

The ambulance then arrived shortly and the old lady was eventually safe.

Little did she know that the old lady was a terminal stage lung cancer patient who insisted that her grandson marry Joyce before the end of her life.

"Why can't you just use a fake certificate?" Joyce was still puzzled. They could then save all the trouble then.

Luther gave her a blank look, "We just can’t. Grandma will send someone to check on it."

"I have a request," Joyce said.

"Hmm?" Luther raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, expecting whatever tricks she would play.

"As much as I would like Grandmother to live a long life and enjoy her days. But there comes a time when this fake marriage will end, and I hope that by then you will use your powers to remove the traces that you and I have once received such a license." Joyce said with a serious face.

"..."

Just think about what a man he was, with his great power and almost perfect appearance, shouldn’t he be the one to worry about it instead?

This woman seemed just so anxious to get their marriage over with. It made him very unhappy.

"No problem." He gritted his teeth and spat the words out only through his teeth.

"Okay." Joyce shrugged, "Bye, and don't forget the promised $800,000, here's the card number."

She handed Luther a note, with her name and bank card number beautifully written on it.

Luther sneered. Finally, it was about money.

Since he was a child, he was brought up by his grandmother, and their relationship was extraordinary. His grandmother suffered from illness in her later years, and he only hoped that she would have no regrets during her lifetime.

But Grandma was deceived by such a woman, and when he proposed a fake marriage to her at that time just to make his grandma happy, she asked for $800,000 on the spot.

"So, you saved Grandma on purpose?" His voice was as cold as ice, while she turned away and was about to leave.

Joyce looked back, her red lips slightly raised, and she gave a light smile, "If you think so."

Her smile was amazingly beautiful.

After saying that, she left without the slightest hint of lingering.

Jokes aside, she didn’t even know him, let alone his grandmother.

This man was hopelessly delusional.

If she really did it on purpose, she should have asked him for at least 8 million, and $800,000 wouldn't have been enough for the handmade suit he was wearing.

Luther was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses.

Damn, he was actually attracted by that woman's smile just now.

Looking down, he fondled the marriage certificate in his hand with a playful expression.

On it was the photo of the two of them together. She was far away from him, looking distant and strange.

Just really, in the photo, she had just all those delicate features. Her almond eyes looked sharp. Her long eyebrows were just about the right angles. Her lips were sexy. There was something beyond just charm and sharpness in her beauty, and he could barely see through this woman.

His cold lips raised a bit - this gold-digging woman will reveal her true colors one day.

As he left the Civil Affairs Bureau, he let out a low curse. Damn it, he forgot to ask her for her phone number.

This woman, surprisingly, did not ask him for it either.

The night was dark, the wind was cold, and the atmosphere of depression permeated the surroundings.

Luther knew he had been caught in a trap and was too careless. It seems that he was too comfortable for too long and ignored the danger.

The three men in pursuit behind them all had guns.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several shots rang out, and after a struggle, Luther was still good, but after all, he was one against three. His leg was now grazed and wounded, and he gradually ran out of strength.

After struggling to get rid of his pursuers, he had no choice but to leap into the Han River, which was his last chance of survival.

Joyce was on her way. She had got something to do tonight, and Dean Rachel Armstrong wanted her to go back to the orphanage.

A few sudden loud noises made her instantly put up her guard.

Just from her experience, she knew immediately that it was the sound of gunfire. And it must be an AK47, held only by some international terrorists.

It was not like they were at war, and it was just too unusual to hear gunfire.

She followed the sound and saw several people fighting from afar, one of whom seemed to be injured and forced to jump into the Han River.

Just when the other three were in pursuit and ready to continue shooting into the water, Joyce backhanded a few darts that sliced precisely across the necks of the three assailants with a series of "whooshes".

The darts were back in Joyce's hands in a matter of moments as they arced through the air in a beautiful silver arc.

Carrying a homemade boomerang dart around had been a habit for years.

"Ouch!" A miserable scream rang out as several thugs hurriedly covered their bleeding necks and fled.

Although the dart did not cut their carotid artery, it was so powerful that if they did not stop the bleeding in time they would certainly die.

Joyce, who was about to graduate with honor from the Manufacturing and Design school of Khebury University of Conard, was never just a beautiful nerd.

But almost no one knew about her more glorious past. She won a gold medal in the National 10M Air Pistol Competition Junior Cup and could have won the World Shooting Championships, leading all the way to the preliminaries, but for some reason, she did not finish the competition at the final moment and had since disappeared.

Joyce was a great marksman with 0.01mm accuracy. Ten rings were nothing but a regular occurrence to her. Throwing darts was a piece of cake.

After driving the gang away, Joyce rushed to the river, the man who just jumped into the water must have been injured, and perhaps would not make it much longer.

Without much thought, she went straight over the railing and leaped into the water.

As she expected, the man in the water was so heavy that she spent a lot of effort dragging the man to shore.

It was very dark that night, and thick clouds had obscured the moonlight, and there were no streetlights around, so it was completely impossible to see faces.

The man who was shot choked unconscious and lay motionless on the ground.

Joyce has participated in the FirstAid Volunteer Training Program, where she learned various first aid techniques.

She pressed hard and repeatedly on his chest, several times, and he still hadn't spit out the water he had choked into his chest.

What could she do if she did not give him artificial respiration?

Human lives were at stake.

No matter, she frowned, closed her eyes, and went straight to his lips. And then she blew hard into them.

Strange, the man who fell into the water, his lips were not cold, but scorching hot instead.

It was so hot that even her lips were trembling gently with him.

Joyce repeatedly gave him artificial respiration several times, and finally, he spat out a few mouthfuls of water and coughed violently a few times.

"Hot, so hot..." Luther could not think straight at the moment, only feeling hot and inexplicably thirsty. He found it so difficult to control himself.

Feeling the soft lips on him set his whole body's blood on fire. He knew he had been set up, and his self-control collapsed with intense desire, and the sweet kiss was certainly the final catalyst.

When soft lips covered him again, he fiercely reached out to hook the woman in front of him and kissed her fiercely.

"No, um." By the time Joyce realized the danger, it was clearly too late.

His arms gradually tightened, his body emitting unusual heat as if it was going to melt her down together.

She knew something was wrong with him.

She fought so hard but to no avail.

It's over, she knew what it meant......

"I'll take the responsibility." He said at the last moment before his sanity was gone.