Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 170

Charlotte was caught off guard, her hand shook slightly, and the cup of tea nearly spilled out.

She hastily calmed herself down and covered up, "Grandma is joking, how is that possible?"

"Oh, just kidding." Charlotte's subtle discomfort just now, Stephanie actually noticed.

Her suspicions deepened, and her keen instincts made her realize that something was wrong.

She had a bold idea. Since Charlotte and Joyce were raised in the same orphanage and were the same age, Charlotte had nothing in common with anyone in the Heath family, while Joyce looked very similar to Mia Cole.

Joyce was good at shooting and Cecelia was really famous as a sniper.

Talent mostly came from genetics! Be it the appearance, personality, or talent. Joyce was certainly more like a Heath.

Was it possible that something went wrong?

Stephanie was surprised at her own thinking, but on reflection, she thought it was possible.

Although she felt a bit whimsical, she decided to try again.

"Charlotte, lift your head and look me in the eyes. I have something to ask you." Stephanie said seriously.

Charlotte slowly looked up, meeting Stephanie's dark eyes, and at that moment, she actually felt a chill all over.

Stephanie's dark eyes seemed like a bottomless abyss, and she felt instantly afraid. She pretended to be calm, but in fact her hands were already rubbing the hem of her dress.

Stephanie said, word by word, clearly, "Are you really, the daughter of the Heath family?"

Today's meeting, for her, was undoubtedly a failure.

At this moment every step Charlotte took felt like on the tip of a knife.

A great uneasiness gripped her heart. She was worried that Stephanie was already suspicious, but had taken it easy and deliberately refrained from revealing any more. If Stephanie did ask for proof afterwards, it would be easy to expose her.

No, she could allow such a thing.

Everything she had now, she absolutely could not lose!

Her heart pounded violently, evil thoughts raged infinitely, occupying her entire soul, and her hand reached uncontrollably for the small bottle in her handbag.

In that case, don't blame her for being ruthless!