Chapter 1195


    Thepel of the suit exposed inside the coat showed that it was the same piece of clothing.


    The pin was also pinned in the same position 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 herpletely.


    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 I choose one or the other? I''m sorry, I want them all."


    Charlotte finally despair, thest bit of light in her eyes was fading rapidly.


    She lost, she lostpletely.


    She 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


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    cuts."


    "But, Charlotte, I won''t let you die. It would be too easy to die for you. Let you live, ept thew, let


    the world know your true nature, and you will have to ept 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 havemitted! I want you to see with your own eyes, I revived the


    Heath family, back to the top. I will, I 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.


    Thest 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, came to an end.