Chapter 1190


    Joyce 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! I 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 time you 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


    avable. 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.


    There really wasn''t time.


    "Hahahaha." Charlotte threw back her head andughed, 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 re, and the admiring love in her eyes had burned


    into a zing 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!"


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    Luther''s face went white and Charlotte had gonepletely crazy.


    "I don''t want money, I want you to die! I want you to die with me!" Sheughed 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? I don''t care."


    "Kill him, kill him." She pointed at Luther, baiting Joyce.


    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 n 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


    toote to go save it."