“Joyce, it’s really you! Four years ago, you didn’t die!” Charlotte nced at the discarded mask on the ground and red at Joyce fiercely, her teeth clenched.


    She purposely stole a bottle of oxalic acid just to reveal Zora’s true face.


    Sure enough, it was not some stic surgery, but a mask.


    “It’s me, so what?” Joyce sneered and held her head up.


    Little did she know that Charlotte had already figured out her identity and got a bottle of strong acid to force her to unmask herself.


    She didn’t think she had ever shown any traces in front of Charlotte.


    The only time was at the charity party. She came out in defense of Juanita, which may have made Charlotte suspicious, but not enough to make Charlotte sure that she was Joyce.


    Charlotte must have learned of her identity from another source, such as Otis.


    “I can’t believe you didn’t die and came to the Capital. Tell me, what exactly is your purpose?!” The shocked anger in Charlotte’s gaze almost came out of her eyes.


    “My purpose? Are you not clear?” Joyce sneered, “What have you done yourself?”


    She narrowed her eyes and coldly looked at Charlotte, who didn’t look like she was having a good time, with several bloody marks and hideous scars on her face.


    Most importantly, Charlotte looked seriously ill.


    Anger made her face even more weird at the moment.


    She wondered what Charlotte had suffered to be like this?


    It seemed that Otis treated Charlotte badly enough.


    In Charlotte’s opinion, Joyce’s words at this point were clearly provocative and with ridicule!


    “Bitch, you seduced Otis, shameless bitch!” Charlotte rushed forward and wanted to p Joyce, but considering that Tommy had already restrained Joyce, she held back.


    “Seducing Otis?” snorted Joyce disdainfully, “Did I? You’re the one who failed to control him. You can’t control your own man and you’re using me? Don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”


    “You!” Charlotte couldn’t even retort, and her lips trembled with anger.


    Joyce raised the corners of her lips and straightened up slightly.


    “Don’t move.” Tommy pressed the pistol hard against Joyce’s temple and shouted coldly.


    Under a closer look, his hand was slightly trembling.


    He was a sapper and had never been out in the field with a real gun. The woman in front of him was subdued and carried a limited edition pistol with an borate mechanism that he had never even seen before.


    To brace himself, he pretended to cough.


    “Miss Charlotte, sure enough this woman has a gun with her. Please rest assured that she is nowpletely under our control.”


    “You keep an eye on her. She’s got a lot of tricks up her sleeve.” Charlotte spat at the ground, “But there’s not much else she can do when you unload her gun.”


    Joyce narrowed her eyes and looked at Charlotte with a smirk.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    She wanted to see what Charlotte was up to.


    Charlotte walked up and picked up the jacket Joyce just dropped on the floor.


    The jacket was corroded by strong acid in several ces, the original snow-white jacket was now slightly yellowish. Charlotte found the phone from inside Joyce’s jacket, and open the contact list, and her eyes widened.