Chapter 1193

"Snap!"

Suddenly a hard slap landed on Charlotte's cheek.

Charlotte had not yet approached Joyce, but was directly swept by

Joyce to the ground.

Joyce used all her strength with this slap, and her hands were numb.

Charlotte's hair was all messed up, and half of her face was blocked by

her hair. Five bright red fingerprints were left on her face, and blood

was gushing from the corner of her mouth.

Joyce raised her wrist and pointed her pistol straight at Charlotte.

"Shut up, you sinned devil! I"

“I want you to die too!" Charlotte, already in a frenzy, yelled, pulled

herself up and lunged at Joyce again.

“Bang.”

A shot rang out.

Joyce shot Charlotte right through her knee.

Charlotte didn't expect Joyce to actually shoot her, and she fell to one

knee in pain, her whole body in severe pain.

The wind and snow gradually smaller, but everything around seemed to

have frozen.

"Charlotte, this shot, is for Luther's grandmother. You are delusional.”

“Bang.”

Another shot rang out.

Joyce's second shot hit Charlotte in the other knee.

"This shot is for my grandfather Rodney. You shameful and

mischievous, heartless!"

Charlotte instantly fell to her knees, she was in so much pain that her

face was even paler.

“Bang! Bang!"

Then Joyce fired two shots in quick succession.

They went through Charlotte's left and right elbows, respectively.

“The third shot, for Ms. Armstrong, who brought you up yet you have

done nothing but evil and lost your conscience.”

"And the last shot, for Cecelia, who treated you with love, who loved

you like her own daughter, and you pushed her down and put her in a

coma! You deserved it!"

Four shots turned directly Charlotte into a cripple.

Charlotte was in so much pain that she had no strength to speak and

could only let out a weak moan.

She was like a fragile flower that was ravaged by the wind and snow

and was about to be annihilated.

She kept spitting out blood from her mouth, which ran down the corners

of her mouth and dripped onto the floor.

The vibrant red looked hideous and horrible.

She was in so much pain that she almost could not breathe, as if she

was twisted by a knife, and as if she was being lynched, and her whole

body was cracking open.

Even at this point, Charlotte still glared at Joyce with a fierce glare.

She pulled out a smile with all her strength and a mouth full of blood,

“Luther is dead ... I have no regrets ...Joyce and you have nothing...

..haha ..."

"Who said I was dead?"

Suddenly, a clear and nice voice, from behind Charlotte sounded.

Magnetic, low and full of charm.

Luther sat up from the ground, he dusted himself off and brushed off

the freshly fallen snowflakes.

He stood up calmly and walked all the way to Charlotte.

Slowly leaning over, Charlotte was able to, clearly, see his handsome

face.

Charlotte's ghostly face was consumed by shock, and a sound like a

wrecking ball ripped from her throat.

“You guys ... lied to me .."