Chapter 1412

Chapter 1412

This morning, the sun shattered like gold.

Joyce woke up with a sigh.

Luther woke up early and stayed by her side, watching the news on her

phone.

Noticing her movement, he opened the automatic curtains.

With the dazzling sunlight coming in at first, Joyce shrank into his arms

and grunted.

"Tai Liang, what time is it?"

Luther glanced at his phone, “Nine o'clock.”

Joyce sat up sharply, "So late!"

Hell, she's been sleeping significantly longer.

"Sleep a little longer if you want, I'll stay with you." Luther pulled the

covers back.

"No more sleep." Joyce speculated that she had business to attend to

today, and she sat up.

Remembering something, she turned to Luther and said, "Do me a

favor."

Luther raised an eyebrow, between the two of them, and needed to say

help. It sure didn't seem like it was going to be a good thing.

Joyce, "Get me a Bartovia, the new automatic pistol developed by the

Annexia Group. Seventeen rounds of ammunition.”

Luther had a black face, really no good.

"What do you need these for, don't you have a pistol?" He frowned,

how intense a firefight had to be for her to need to use two pistols, and

one of them still had a capacity of seventeen rounds of ammunition.

"Just in case. Something is better than nothing, so go get one for me."

She tugged on his arm with an expectant look.

"Why don't you look for your mother, not inside the Warlord?" Luther

glanced at her coolly.

“The paperwork is too complicated and it takes too long to wait for the

application to be done. I know you have a way to get it." Joyce

explained.

Luther sat upright and dragged her into his arms.

"Joyce, I'm warning you, you're pregnant now, don't always think about

doing dangerous things! I will never allow that to happen.”

“I know, I thought about being prepared. It's not like I'm really going to

do anything. Besides, it's good for me to get familiar with this kind of

gun and practice in advance." She explained enough and saw that he

hadn't let up.

Her face sank, "Do I usually ask you for anything?!"

Luther, "..."

Halfway through the day, he sighed.

"Good. But you can't mess around and leave me for more than two

hours. You have to tell me where you're going! Otherwise I'm not going

to get you a Glock pistol." He made his conditions.

"Uh-huh."

Joyce nodded her head in a hurry.

"By the way, Justin, I went to communicate with him." Luther suddenly

said.

"So, you don't have to go back to him." He added.

Joyce froze for a moment, "What did he say? He promised? No more

support for Otis?"

Luther glanced at Joyce, “You are not sure I do things? I've personally

stepped in and gone after the love interest. You still can't be assured?"

Joyce, "..."

What love rival, the words are strange.

“I'm not unsure, just wondering what he really thinks."

Luther, "He's an adult and he has his own agenda. And, the pros and

cons he weighs. You don't have to worry about that.”

Joyce's face darkened, so he said half a day, equal to nothing.

"Could it be that he's trying to find evidence around Otis, or an

opportunity to strike?" She asked suddenly, the thought of the

possibility immediately putting her up, “It's too dangerous. He can't

handle it."

Luther glanced deeply at her, dragged her down, “I will always pay

attention, if involved in danger, will stop him in time. Will you stop

worrying? If you say no to him, he will not do it?"

Joyce was silent.

Yes, Justin's personality is actually very stubborn.