NovelStartJoyce frowned, knowing that Charlotte would never have any good ideas.
She asked anyway, "What do you mean?"
"Joyce ..." Luther tried to stop, "Don't listen to her. We can find her ourselves! | don't believe we can't find them."
"Yes, you can, you can take your time." Charlotte sneered painfully, "But can you afford to wait? How long are you going to be
looking for when Otis is about to take a firm grip on military power? Half a month? A month? By the tyou find it, everything will
be done."
Luther didn't say a word.
Yes, he and Karl had been searching for days, using all their resources and exhausting all means available. There was really no way
to get information from inside the military.
He indeed could not find them, and indeed could not afford to wait.
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There really wasn't time.
"Hahahaha." Charlotte threw back her head and laughed, walking towards Joyce step by step.
She was undaunted by the gun in Joyce's hand and kept pressing forward to Joyce.
She even poked her head out and deliberately let the gun in Joyce's hand hit directly against her forehead.
"Joyce, listen carefully, family and love, you can only choose one of the two."
She suddenly stared back at Luther with a deadly glare, and the admiring love in her eyes had burned into a blazing fire of hatred.
"You shoot him, kill him, and I'll tell you where Cecelia is right now. If you can't make the shot, I'm sorry, you'll just have to watch
your parents get killed by Otis."
Joyce listened and froze.
She did not expect at all that Charlotte would make such a request.
On the one hand, there were her parents.
On the other side was Luther, Anderson's dad.
Now she would have to choose between the two.
"Oh, what? You think about it. There's no rush, just take your time." Charlotte's resentful eyes turned to Luther, "I can't have you,
and Joyce won't get you either. No one will get you, hahahahaha! You go to hell!"
Luther's face went white and Charlotte had gone completely crazy.
"lI don't want money, | want you to die! | want you to die with me!" She laughed maniacally, she had no way to live anyway, and
she was only willing to let Luther die with her.
She put her hands up in a graceful pose and spun around in front of them, "Joyce, the Heath family has run out of steam and is in
tatters. What can the Heath family do to turn around after being taken over by Otis? | don't care."
"Kill him, kill him." She pointed at Luther, baiting Joyce.
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If Joyce killed Luther, Joyce would have nothing. The Heath family was gone, and even if they saved Cecelia, what could they do?
Luther was dead, Joyce would get nothing, and all her money, power were gone.
Joyce ended up with nothing, just like her.
Haha, that's the result she wanted.
That's how she'll be happy!
She kept egging Joyce on.
"You should hate him, shouldn't you? He didn't trust you, he hurt you, and he was the culprit when you fell off the cliff and into the
sea. Without him, how could our plan have been carried out? You should hate him."
Joyce bit her lip, breathing heavily and sharply.
Charlotte provocatively stepped forward. She reached out and helped Joyce point the gun at Luther, "Here, shoot him. Bang, one
shot, and it's all over. I'll tell you right away where your mother is. It's not too late to go save it."
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