NovelStartShe was now surrounded by the cold hard concrete and dust, and with every step, she could feel more dust in the air.
She raised her hand to cover her face to avoid taking in too much dust.
The dilapidated building was dark with yellowing walls and cobwebs.
Her footsteps were very light, and she listened to the surrounding movement cautiously.
Why did Charlotte ask her to cto such a place? It seemed unlikely that Charlotte would bring Cecelia along. If Cecelia was in a
coma, as Kane said, and had not yet woken up, there was no way for Charlotte to get Cecelia into this building.
She wasn't sure what Charlotte was trying to do.
She couldn't help but put her hand on her waist.
With her reaction speed, it only took a second to draw her gun.
She was walking to the corner, when suddenly, a bottle of unknown liquid was thrown straight into her face.
It was accompanied by a strong, pungent, sour smell.
It must be sstrong acid.
It was not sulfuric acid or anything like that, but it's damaging enough.
Joyce realized the danger but it was too late.
Although she made a move to avoid it, her face, her jacket, was still stained with sstrong acid.
The smell of melting silicone, in an instant, reached her nose, and she was wearing a fake mask. And now, her fake mask was
stained with the strong acid and had started to melt. Helplessly, she had to unmask herself immediately.
Joyce tore off the mask tightly attached to her face. Fortunately she was fast enough. The mask had been burned through by the
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She threw the mask on the ground and quickly took off her jacket, which was also stained with strong acid.
Unexpectedly, just when she was dealing with the oncoming strong acid, suddenly a figure lunged forward from behind her.
She was taking off her coat and had no tto defend herself or draw her gun.
As the jacket coff, she was pounced on by someone coming from behind her and tackled.
And, the figure darted in and grabbed the pistol from her waist.
When she tried to resist, the figure behind her was already pointing her pistol at her temple.
"Don't move. Just stay still."
A slightly boyish male voice sounded at her side.
Joyce glanced sideways at a man who looked to be in his early twenties, a face she hadn't seen before.
But it seemed that he was from .
She speculated in her mind that it seemed that this was the person Charlotte had brought.
"Snap."
With the sound of a series of hand clapping.
Charlotte appeared from the corner of the broken wall.
In the backlight, Charlotte's tragic pale face looked like a ghost.
Her expression was a mixture of anger, jealousy, and bitterness.
In front of her, Joyce's intact, stunningly exquisite face was lustrous and rosy. She was crazy with jealousy. No, Joyce was even
more beautiful and attractive than before.
The years had not left any traces on Joyce's face, but have added to it a few glowing mature charm.
And what about her?
Sickness, pain, and addiction to drugs were what she had.
She was tortured so much that she was barely herself.
Damn, damn! Joyce should go to hell!
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