Chapter 173

Charlotte stood up. Squatting for a long time, her legs were also a little

numb.

Stephanie's eyes were rounded, but all she could do was make a

painful “grunting” sound.

Charlotte waved a hand at her, smiled and turned around, her heels

clanking on the floor. She left Stephanie's room and closed the door

with grace.

Then she walked out of the living room, closed the door, and headed

straight for the military vehicle where Ricky was.

Ricky was smoking with his back against the Hummer. His formal

uniform, the lingering smoke, and the calm demeanor made him look

extra special. He saw Charlotte come out and he immediately put out

the cigarette in his hand and opened the car door for Charlotte.

Charlotte got in the car.

After he closed the door, he returned to the driver's seat and started the

car to drive away from the Warner residence.

Driving all the way away from the Warner family, he asked, "Missy,

what's the situation?"

Charlotte had been pretending to be calm, but now she felt scared.

After all, she had never done this kind of thing with her own hands. She

held on to the seat belt, her hands full of sweat, and under a closer

look, her forehead was also full of sweat.

"Stephanie, Stephanie she was ... aggressive ... lhad to ... "

Charlotte's voice had a hint of trembling.

She felt scared, her heart was pounding, her throat choked with a

"gurgle” and her back was pressed against the car seat.

"I, had to, well, activate the backup plan.” She added. Because Ricky

didn't know that she wasn't really the daughter of the Heath family, she

could only assume that she did it because Stephanie wouldn't accept

her and had been left with no choice.

“You can take the gloves off and leave them here, and I'll destroy them

all together when we get back.” Ricky drove with one hand and put the

other hand on Charlotte's snow white leg, gently reassuring her, “It's

okay, absolutely no one can detect this drug. Don't worry."

Charlotte let him touch her, her heart still pounding.

With trembling hands, she took off her gloves and handed them to

Ricky.

“It's really okay?" She asked uncertainly.

"Don't worry. I destroyed the camera inside the Warner residence three

days ago. No one will associate that and what happened today. And the

surveillance outside the Warner residence can clearly show that we

arrived at 11:50 and left at 1:00 sharp. From the beginning to the end, I

waited outside and never went inside. And the time of Stephanie's

death would be after four o'clock, and you would not be suspected at

all." He grabbed her small, soft hand and held it firmly in his.

"All you have to do now is calm yourself down. Pretend that nothing

has happened. I will take care of all the rest." Ricky said indifferently.

He did not show anything in his expression. Killing for him was as

simple as crushing an ant. Before coming to this country, he was a

mercenary who killed without blinking an eye. After coming here and

following General Ralph, he was now a second lieutenant, and no one

knew about his past.

Charlotte clutched his hand with both hands. Her originally panicked

heart slowly calmed down. She took a deep breath and felt much

relieved.

“I'l send you home to rest while I take care of the aftermath. Around

four, I'll use a temporary calling card to prompt Joyce to head to the

Warner residence. Don't worry, I've made all the arrangements." Seeing

no objection from her, he pulled her hand to his side. He was pleased

that from now on, she was firmly tied to his side.