Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1267

Pain to her shortness of breath, gasping several times per second, pupils dilated, lax, the instrument indicators instantly exploded. "Drip 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." 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?"

"Yes, Mr. Robertson." 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."

"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."

"Pick up." Otis' 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." 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."