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Ricky.
It was, however, so ridiculous that Charlotte should think that he just tried to kill her simply because of her affair with Ricky.
It was such a joke to Luther. What could it have to do with him even if she had affairs with a hundred men?
In his eyes, she was just a piece of trash.
Why should he care what a piece of trash did.
He did not open his mouth.
He just waited for Charlotte to continue and see what other stories she could cup with.
"Mr. Warner, | know, you must think that Ricky went after Joyce because | told him to. Actually, it's really not, | really don't know
anything about it." Charlotte had calmed down quite a bit and she was slowly getting up from the floor.
Just now, because of his angry move, her beautifully pinned up long hair had been a complete mess, and the jeweled hairpin on
her head had also disappeared. Probably it had fallen just now from the eighteen floor and shattered into pieces when he had just
pushed her over the railing.
She simply unpinned all the hair, and let them drape over her shoulders. She looked wretched enough and those teary eyes of hers
made her even more pitiful.
This was her usual trick.
Luther glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, trying desperately to resist the urge to kill her again.
This garbage woman was still acting. In the past, if he wasn't deceived by her, how could he repeatedly misunderstand and hurt
Joyce? Of course, it was all his own fault for being so blind, and he didn't have enough trust in Joyce. He was unforgivably guilty.
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Since, the truth was not yet revealed, and only Charlotte knew about it...
Since Charlotte had lied to him for so long before...
Why couldn't he, too, lie to her?
Perhaps he could even get simportant information from her.
Anyway, Charlotte would surely be killed by him sooner or later, but at least he could make her death a little more worthwhile.
Why did he not take advantage of it?
He felt that if Zora was Joyce, she must have cback and approached Otis with the purpose of finding out the truth about what
happened back then.
Just like him, she would not easily offend Otis and even pleased Otis to get inside the military and get information that was not
known to the outside world.
If that was true, then they had the sgoal.
He slowly turned around. He tried his best to hold back the nausea and forced himself to look at Charlotte's ugly, hypocritical face.
Charlotte's voice was a little excited when she saw that he was finally willing to listen to her, "Mr. Warner, you're finally willing to
look at me."
She wiped her tears and kept rubbing her hands to show her nervousness.
"Oh, if it weren't for the fact that you once saved my life. You think | want to say one more word to you?" Luther sneered.
He said this deliberately to make Charlotte more convinced that he had not recovered his memory.
So he could use her.
Just, he didn't expect ...
Joyce looked around the ballroom for Luther.
She searched every corner and didn't see him.
"Strange. | clearly saw him coming. How che just disappeared? He can really hide, huh? So he must have found sgood
hiding place, and he didn't tell me, so that | would have to stay in this boring banquet hall all the time. Tsk."
She complained as she walked to the fire escape.
Probably, this is the only place left that she hadn't searched for.
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