NovelStartThe lapel of the suit exposed inside the coat showed that it was the spiece of clothing.
The pin was also pinned in the sposition and had not been moved.
Even so, he must thank Joyce.
She shot blindly, and hit the bullseye. Sure enough, she was a natural marksman.
In fact, when Joyce pointed her pistol at his heart.
He had a vague premonition.
He didn't have any worry, didn't move at all, trusted her completely.
Besides, even if Joyce really wanted him dead, he would be willing to do so.
When the bullet entered, the impact was so powerful that he fell to the ground and had a brief dizzy fainting spell. But soon he
regained consciousness. He was unharmed except for the impact on his chest, which was a little stuffy.
At the moment.
Charlotte could not speak, could not move any of her limbs, and was kneeling on the ground in an embarrassing position, blood
gushing out of her mouth.
She was reluctant, her stormy eyes staring straight at Joyce.
Joyce slowly leaned down, close to Charlotte's ear, in a voice that only Charlotte could hear, a low sneer.
"Why should | choose one or the other? I'm sorry, | want them all."
Charlotte finally despair, the last bit of light in her eyes was fading rapidly.
She lost, she lost completely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was surprised that they had teamed up to deceive her. Yes, Joyce was the top marksman and she overlooked it.
She had a sharpshooter shoot Luther.
She was the one who was too stupid.
At that time, she saw Joyce resenting Luther's miserable demeanor, and she really believed it.
Damn, she's the one who got screwed!
Joyce slowly stood up, straightened up little by little, and stood tall.
"Charlotte, you are a lucrative and deceitful. You killed Cecelia, you killed Rodney, you killed Ms. Armstrong, you have blood on
your hands, and you deserve to die. You deserve to die by a thousand cuts."
"But, Charlotte, | won't let you die. It would be too easy to die for you. Let you live, accept the law, let the world know your true
nature, and you will have to accept the scorn of all. For the rest of your life, you will be an invalid, unable to take care of yourself,
suffering from illness and pain, worse than death, to pay for the grave sins you have committed! | want you to see with your own
eyes, | revived the Heath family, back to the top. | will, | will not let you down."
Joyce said those words, with a firm look.
Luther watched her from the sidelines, he had never seen her look so serious.
The cold, pale winter daylight fell on her shoulders, as if she was surrounded by a silvery shimmering glow.
At this moment, she is extraordinarily dazzling.
He could not take their eyes off.
Charlotte spat out a huge mouthful of blood. Her eyes were almost falling out, her mind was exploding, and the pain was eating
away at her limbs, just like being in hell. No longer willing, she could not change, she slowly closed her eyes.
The last breath could not be supported, she fell heavily to the ground in the raging cold wind and drifting snow.
"Bang!" The dust was raised, along with the wind and snow flying in the sky.
The part that belonged to her, finally, cto an end.
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