Chapter 992

Meanwhile, Charlotte took Tommy, Luther and Aaron together to the

military library.

This was an old historical building with three floors, the exterior was

made of piled marble blocks, and the exquisite stonework. Although

much smoothed by age, it did not fail to show the original ingenuity.

There were four guards at the door.

After they met Charlotte, they respectfully greeted her, "Miss Charlotte."

Although Charlotte was married, most of the soldiers still called her

"Miss Charlotte” internally, and only externally would they call her "Mrs.

Robertson".

Charlotte flashed her special pass, "I'll show Mr. Warner in."

Aaron was just about to step forward, but was stopped by an arm from

Charlotte.

She turned her head, looked at Tommy and Aaron, and said coldly,

"You wait outside the door.”

Tommy responded, "Yes."

Aaron's long brow furrowed in displeasure, "Mr. Warner?"

Luther's eyes narrowed slightly and he waved his hand, "It's okay, you

wait for me outside. I'll just take a look."

Aaron gritted his teeth and reluctantly stepped back. He wasn't willing

to leave Mr. Warner alone with the shameless Charlotte. Rather, he

wanted to chop her up and feed her to the dogs.

Luther could see that Aaron had an opinion in his heart, and he

signaled Aaron with his eyes. When he saw how Aaron was bent on

defending Joyce all these years, he understood it in his heart and was

touched by it.

Charlotte led Luther closer to the library.

Finally, no one else could stay between them, and she couldn't be

happier.

In the library, it was more magnificent than expected. There was a

three-story high ceiling, and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves were

extending to the top of the library, and all these bookshelves were filled

with all kinds of books.

Although the decor was old-fashioned, with all solid wood alignment

wraps, the facilities were pretty modern.

Each side of the bookshelf was equipped with an automatic ladder for

easy access at any height.

"Mr. Warner, what do you want to know about?" Charlotte asked,

deliberately leaning close to Luther.

"You've been here before?" Luther asked.

"Er." Charlotte said awkwardly, "Most of them are military books and

war records. I'm not interested, so ... I never come here ..."

Luther smiled disdainfully in his heart. Just as he had expected, how

was it possible that Charlotte would read these books?

He approached the electronic catalog and looked up the bibliography

himself.

"Mr. Warner, what do you want to read? I'll find it for you." Charlotte

came forward and asked solicitously.

“I've always heard my mother say that the Heath family has a long

history, and I'm curious to know what a century-old traditional family

would be like." Luther fought back his discomfort.

"Oh. This ... I'm not so sure. As you know, I didn't grow up in the Heath

family." Charlotte returned.

Luther had already found the historical genealogy of the Heath family

from the electronic catalog that Mrs. Taylor had just mentioned.

He walked to the middle ladder, got up, and then took the book down.

It was also the first time that Charlotte had seen the historical charts of

the Heath family.

Luther flipped through the pages quickly, reading the ones with pictures

on them.

It was a thick book and the Heath family indeed had a long history.

Once they were just and then they became warlords and now it had

already been a family with a century-long history.

The glorious history was known by almost everyone of the country.

He went through it from start to finish, and although it contained many

different emblems, he did not find the Silversword pattern.

His heart sank and he could not hide his sense of loss.

Was he mistaken? Was he thinking too much? Joyce's pendant was

not the emblem of the Heath family?

Joyce was not related to the Heath family either?

Was this disgusting Charlotte around him really the daughter of the

Heath family?