Chapter 1267
You Hit My Heart
Pain to her shortness of breath, gasping several times per second,
pupils dilated, lax, the instrument indicators instantly exploded.
âDrip drip drip", the detection instrument issued a red alarm sound.
Paramedics soon arrived, resuscitated or not, there is no longer a
difference.
There is no cure for neurotoxins, and there is nothing to be done.
Her life was coming to an end.
The medical staff stood by and watched in silence, lovingly, until the
test instrument above, the heartbeat became a straight line.
"Drip--" a long beep sounded.
Charlotte takes her last breath in a state of resentment, jealousy, and
endless pain.
Her eyes bulged out in death. Finally her sinful life was over.
The paramedic's face was expressionless as he looked down and
recorded.
"Deceased, Charlotte , January 6, 7:36 p.m., died of heart failure."
military Command.
Otis was reclining on the sofa, and on the big screen in front of him, he
was replaying the press conference just now.
Joyce wore a military uniform and made her debut in front of the public
in a video that he had watched four or five times over.
Eugene stood by and waited carefully.
When Joyce appeared, he was also stunned, but did not dare to show
it, for fear of arousing Otis's discontent. After all, Joyce's current rank is
one level higher than Otis. I don't know what Otis is thinking in his
heart.
"Mr. Robertson, have some tea.â Eugene respectfully poured tea for
Otis.
"Huh." Otis pointed to Joyce on the screen, "How's that? Beautiful
enough, strong enough, a woman like that is worthy of me, isn't she?"
âYes, Mr. Robertson.â Eugene chimed in.
Otis lit a cigarette and set the lighter down on the coffee table, "What
the Heath family promised to marry me in the first place was THE
HEATH FAMILY'S DAUGHTER. they married me an impostor and
deserve to give me back the real THE HEATH FAMILY'S DAUGHTER."
He narrowed his eyes, "Joyce, would have belonged to me."
"Yes, Mr. Robertson , you are right." Eugene poured Otis another cup
of tea and flattered, "When you marry the Major General, you will be a
general, the first of the militarys.â
"Huh." Otis smiled with satisfaction, yes, that's what he wanted.
At that moment, Eugene's phone suddenly rang.
He looked over and reported to Otis , "Mr. Robertson, it's the hospital,
our eyes in the hospital.â
"Pick up." Otisâ eyes were cold.
Eugene answered the phone, spoke briefly, and then hung up.
"Mr. Robertson, our man has reported that Charlotte has just passed
away."
"Huh." Otis eyes slightly brutal, with his bare hands will be the hands of
the cigarette extinguished, as if not feel the hot.
"The bitch is finally dead. Good, saves me from having to go through
the divorce process. One less piece of trouble.â He stood up and
dusted the cigarette ash off his fingers, his lips curled up in an evil
smile.
He pressed the pause button, the screen is replaying the footage, fixed
in the beautiful moment Joyce raised her eyes.
Excellent heroic posture, extraordinary temperament and charm.
Otis pointed to the screen and clapped his hands gently, his expression
unable to hide his excitement.
"Good, now that I'm back to being single, I'm waiting to welcome
Joyce."
Eyes narrowed into a dangerous straight line, he sneered, "We'll see
who dies.â