Chapter 670


    Charlotte opened her mouth, but her voice was too raspy and soft to be heard.


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    "What?" Sharon bent down and moved her ear closer to Charlotte.


    "I hope you live on..." Charlotte struggled to talk. "I will definitely...e back... and seek revenge on


    you... I''ll... make you... pay for this!"


    "Hahaha..." Sharon burst out inughter as if she had just heard the funniest joke ever. "Charlotte!


    Have you lost your mind? You''re gonna die here today. Do you know that? Revenge? Are you going to


    haunt me like a ghost? Hah! This is the funniest thing I''ve heard in a while..."


    Sharon''s cackles sounded extra mocking and contemptuous in the howling winds.


    After some time, she turned quiet. Hitting Charlotte''s face with her gun, she growled, "Stupid whore!


    You deserve this! If you do be a ghost, feel free to find me! Oh, by the way, you shouldn''t be


    haunting me. I wanted to spare your life, you know? I only nned on letting you suffer from the drugs,


    but those from the Nacht family just couldn''t wait to kill you! Urgh, I can''t do anything about that, can I?"


    Feigning a troubled expression, Sharon pointed to the bodyguards and jeeps behind her.


    "Look... Those are men dispatched by the Nacht family. At this point, none of them want you to live a


    second longer. Your existence is a tant threat to them! You bring shame to their family!" "Are you...


    telling me the truth?" Charlotte''s chest heaved as a multitude of emotions surged from within.


    "Think about it yourself. They have already wiped you away from existence and even got someone to


    rece you! Do you really think that they''ll let you live?" Sharon snickered. "They won''t be able to


    sleep at night until you''re dead for good!"


    As her smile widened, Sharon continued, "Trust me. I won''t lie to someone who''s about to die."


    Sharon''s words had doused thest mes of hope in the back of Charlotte''s mind. Her gaze instantly


    turned cold, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails were digging into her flesh. A seed of


    hatred had been sowed deep in her heart.


    "Farewell, Charlotte Windt!" Sharon pointed her gun at Charlotte. "I hope you''d be less of an idiot in the


    afterlife. Oh, and don''t get deceived by men again!"


    With that, she pulled the trigger and was ready to fire a shot at Charlotte.


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    It was at that very moment that the whirling sound of aircrafts reverberated overhead.


    The wind bellowed like a wild beast, causing the dirt on the terrain below to be swept up.


    Sharon instinctively covered her eyes before ncing overhead with caution. More than a dozen


    helicopters were approaching them from all directions. One, in particr, was circling directly above


    them, and the gusts of wind from its engine almost made her lose her bnce.


    Her bodyguard rushed over to cover her before bringing her back to her jeep. To their dismay, they


    soon fell over as the strong winds pinned them onto the ground.


    Sharon was furious. Whipping out her gun, she sted multiple shots at the helicopter.


    Bang! To her utter horror, a bullet punctured her wrist.


    Sharon bawled her lungs out from the sharp pain and rolled around on the ground.


    Her bodyguards immediately got up and readied themselves to retaliate. However, upon seeing the


    golden symbol imprinted on the helicopters above, they froze in their tracks. "The Lindbergs!”


    "It''s the legendary Mr. Lindberg!"


    The next thing they knew, tens of men in ck were plunging down from the sky.


    Right then, a tall figure could be seen free-falling from the helicopter in the center andnding nimbly


    before Charlotte. The tall man loomed over


    Charlotte as he gazed down at her.


    Unable to move, Charlotte simply looked up at him as shey in a pool of blood. She was met by the


    sight of a cold and domineering young man who exuded a mysterious aura.


    "Were you the one who made the call?” the man spoke calmly.


    "Yes...” That was all that Charlotte managed to utter.


    The man kneeled gracefully and gently swept away the messy hair covering Charlotte''s bloody face.


    Taking a closer look at her face, he curled his lips. "You''re definitely Isabe''s daughter!"