You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

In fifteen minutes, they would get her fingerprint data.

She could put a mask on her face, but her fingerprints could not be changed.

So, whether he gave her ten minutes or not, it was actually the same. Fifteen minutes later, she would have nothing to hide in front

of him.

The difference was that she admitted it herself or he found it out.

Joyce sighed softly. It was too hard to hide it from Karl.

She lowered her head slightly, reached behind her ear, and carefully, took off her mask.

She revealed the original stunning face in front of him.

When she looked up, she smiled slightly, "Mr. Gregory, it's been a long time. Oh, no, it's now Commissioner Gregory."

Karl originally supported himself on the edge of the desk with both hands, and when he saw her real face, he shuddered hard, his

five fingers closing, and his knuckles showing. His grip on the edge of the desk tightened.

The next moment, he suddenly rushed forward, pulled her up from the sofa and embraced her in his arms.

Just like, four years ago, when she left him behind, she gave him a final hug.

A hug between friends.

His ten fingers gripped her shoulders tightly and couldn't stop trembling. Even his voice was trembling, "It's really you, it's really

you. Joyce, great, you're still alive. | thought ... | thought I'd never see you again ..."

Joyce gently patted his back and softly reassured him, "Well, I'm still alive. It's good that you're alive, too."

In the office, the warm sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, lighting up everything around them inch by inch.

Their embracing figures, bathed in the golden sunlight, felt like a peaceful dream.

"Bang".

The door of Karl's office room was suddenly opened.

The beautiful and warm scene was suddenly broken.

Joyce did not have a mask on her face, and she hurriedly turned her face away, not wanting to be seen.

The person who cin was Raya, Karl's subordinate.

Raya just cin to deliver smaterials to Karl, but he didn't expect to see ... Commissioner Gregory hugging the suspect... He

was stunned on the spot. What the hell was going on? Did he go to the wrong office?!

The woman inside the office was indeed the suspect, and he personally brought her in.

Commissioner Gregory and a suspect? They could not just meet and fall in love? That would be ridiculous!

"Leave your stuff by the door and get out." Karl said coldly.

He wanted Raya out because Joyce was not wearing her mask, and now, she looked completely different from when she just came

in, and he did not want to be known.

"Yes, Commissioner Gregory," Raya placed the file on top of the coffee table by the door, touched his nose, closed the door with a

surprised look, and hurried away.

The hug just now was interrupted in the middle.

At this moment, Karl had also calmed down, "Sit down."

"Good." Joyce resumed her seat on the couch. Shen then put the mask back on just to be on the safe side, and took a hand glass

out of her bag to make sure it was okay.

Karl sat down on the couch diagonally across from her.

"Joyce, how did you survive at that time? Falling from such a high cliff into the sea! We had looked for you for several days and

nights, but could not find anything. How on earth did you survive?" He couldn't help but ask.

It had been four years. He didn’t have the nerve to even have hope in his heart.

Even now, he could not believe that she was really in front of him. He was so excited that he held her in his arms just to confirm

that the Joyce in front of him was real, and he was not having sillusion.

"It was Christian who saved me." Joyce returned, "Christian had been keeping an eye on us back then, and when he knew | was

headed for the Bluff, he rushed there immediately and he savedjust in time. By the tyour search team arrived, he had

already takenaway."

"If you're alive, why didn't you tell me." Karl asked with pain in his voice. For four years, he had endured such pain every day. How

could he live in peace when she gave her life in exchange for his?

"At the time, | was in a coma." Joyce sighed, "| woke up a few months later. After | woke up, it took a long tfor the recovery

again. By the t| had fully recovered, more than a year had passed, and | thought about contacting you. But ..."

She paused, "lI don't want to get you involved anymore. The thought that you were shot and nearly killed because ofwas

really... Ricky was vicious, but he only targeted me, not anyone else."

"What makes you think that?" Karl frowned, "I am police. Isn't it my job to stop these outlaws and protect citizens of the country?

You are the one who have been overstepping your bounds when you take it on yourself."

He was a little angry, inclined his head, and smiled bitterly, "In the end, you still don't havein your heart. To you, I'm just an

outsider."

"|..." she lowered her head, not knowing how to answer his words.

"Never mind. Let's not talk about that." Karl took a deep breath to calm himself down.

In any case, she was still alive, and it was already the best consolation he could ever beg for.

"By the way, how did you cto the Capital?" said Joyce looking around, "House of Inspection, Special Investigation Unit? Well, it

sounds very imposing. This is sort of a privilege agency, right?"

In fact, as the son of a high official in the legal profession, he should have long been high up in the world, and it would be such a

waste for him to be just a criminal police officer. Needless to say, such a lofty environment matched him better.

Her eyes then fell on his almost extravagant uniform.

Each button on his navy-blue uniform was shining golden bright light, and the sun above the badge was a symbol of supreme

power shone even more brightly in the sunlight.

"Well." Karl introduced, "Special Investigation Unit is indeed privilege agency. It is the only agency that has the authority to

investigate the president as well as the inner workings of the military, without the need for a writ, without the need for approval,

and without hindrance to investigate anything we want."

"Oh." Joyce was slightly surprised.

He could investigate the military? She froze, "Could it be that you're doing it because ..."

"Yes, it's what you think." Karl simply admitted, "After your disappearance, Ricky's case was transferred to the military, along with

the valuable information obtained by the police department. Of course, | had a backup. However, with my ability at that time, | had

no right to interfere with the internal affairs of the military, much less bring the mastermind to justice."

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