Thomas found Charlotte, perhaps to propose a deal or perhaps just to threaten her.
Anyway, Charlotte, fearing that the matter would be exposed, asked Ricky to kill her.
This series of events were now all connected up.
Before it was just a guess, but now according to the information Christian told her, although there was no solid evidence, she was almost certain that Charlotte was the one who was behind everything.
Charlotte wanted to marry Luther and she was the biggest stumbling block, so at all costs, she wanted to destroy her completely and drove her away from Luther. It turned out to be like this after all.
Joyce took a long, long breath.
She and Karl's judgment was right. Although they didn't have deep feelings for each other, they grew up together in the same orphanage after all. She didn't expect Charlotte would want to humiliate her so much.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and subconsciously she tightened her fists.
Christian was on the sidelines, enjoying Joyce's changing expressions with interest.
"What, did you think of something? Did my information inspire you?"
"Hmm. Thank you. I finally understand some things."
The information she received from Christian was timely and allowed her to see Charlotte for who she really was. The usual gentleness, kindness and generosity were all just her disguises, and she was in face vicious and ruthless.
Although she did not want to harm anyone, she would not just bear with it when someone offended her.
She would definitely make Charlotte pay a heavy price for this.
"Hey, don't be silent, how can you thank me?" Christian cheekily approached her, his wickedly handsome face almost on her cheek, teasing her, "Or I can just have you. That would be quite enough."
"Get out." Joyce was nonchalant, "You've already made your conditions. In the future, I will try my best to do what you want me to do. Are you done with the intelligence? You can go now."
Joyce bit her lip hard, so angry that her brain hurt, feeling that in the face of such a scoundrel, she did not know how to get angry. Because no matter how angry she was, this damn man just would not care.
"Okay, let's get you going." Christian turned sideways, giving her a way out.
Joyce did not want to talk to him again, cast a fierce glance at him, lowered her head and quickly crossed past him.
She just didn't expect it.
She walked too fast and too soon, afraid that Christian would do something out of blue again. She had just stepped out of the gap between the two buildings when she ran head-on into a wall of hard, broad chest.
The moment she looked up, she froze.
Surprisingly, Luther.
So, he saw the whole scene just now?
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