Chapter 1077

"So, at first Rodney had actually suspected Charlotte ... But why? Did

he..." Karl looked at Luther with confused eyes as if he had

remembered something.

"The old Mr. Heath was killed exactly that day when he fell down the

stairs of his house, as you can imagine. And we still have no idea what

happened back then.” Luther said, his eyes flashed a stern look.

"Rodney didn't fall to his death by himself at all.” Karl narrowed his

eyes, and countless cold light refracted from his eyes, "I suspected

Rodney was murdered back then, but I never have enough evidence so

I was unable to intervene in the internal affairs of the military.”

He paused, “I remember very clearly the wound on the back of

Rodney's head. Clearly he fell backwards and was pushed down the

stairs.”

“It was Charlotte who killed Rodney,” Luther slammed his fist into the

wall, "Poor Rodney. He died before he could find his own

granddaughter. Goddamn it. Rodney had been on the battlefield all his

life. He must have been caught off guard, and he had been so old and

that was why Charlotte could kill him."

"Although at the time, Charlotte had an alibi, I believe that she must

have used some means to avoid surveillance and eliminate her traces

from the scene. That's why she could get away with it. Damn, she has

got away with it for so many years!" Karl said angrily.

“I thought it was shameless enough for her to take Joyce's place and

pretended that she had saved me, but to my surprise, she even

pretended to be the lost daughter of the Heath family. Damn it, she

used her status and connections and even used Ricky who worked for

her. She did all her evil deeds and killed so many people.” Luther's

eyes were burning with fire, “I will make her life worse than death.”

Karl said, "I've always thought Joyce was a beautiful girl with a great

temperament and should have from a big family. It's no wonder that she

is the Heath family's daughter, with an innate talent for shooting

inherited from the Heath family and the Hurley family. She is the rightful

heir to the military."

"Damn it. If he is no longer the son-in-law of the Heath family, Otis is

just a nobody. Where the hell did he get Joyce? Damn it!" Luther paced

back and forth impatiently, "And what time is it, anyway?"

From the drawer, Karl took out Luther's phone and watch, "Four in the

morning."

"What!" Luther's good-looking phoenix eyes abruptly rounded, "Hell,

after all this time, can we still make it?"

"Otis may not know that much about what's going on. I presume at this

point he's not a deadly threat to Joyce. Let's not get ahead of

ourselves."

"Come on, let's go find Cecelia now and talk as we go." Karl stepped

forward and opened the door to the secret interrogation room.

"Good."

Luther hurriedly followed Karl and left.