Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 670

Charlotte opened her mouth, but her voice was too raspy and soft to be heard.

“What?” Sharon bent down and moved her ear closer to Charlotte.

“I hope you live on…” Charlotte struggled to talk. “I will definitely… come back… and seek revenge on you… I’ll… make you… pay for this!”

“Hahaha…” Sharon burst out in laughter as if she had just heard the funniest joke ever. “Charlotte! Have you lost your mind? You’re gonna die here today. Do you know that? Revenge? Are you going to haunt me like a ghost? Hah! This is the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while…”

Sharon’s cackles sounded extra mocking and contemptuous in the howling winds.

After some time, she turned quiet. Hitting Charlotte’s face with her gun, she growled, “Stupid whore! You deserve this! If you do become a ghost, feel free to find me! Oh, by the way, you shouldn’t be haunting me. I wanted to spare your life, you know? I only planned on letting you suffer from the drugs, but those from the Nacht family just couldn’t wait to kill you! Urgh, I can’t do anything about that, can I?”

Feigning a troubled expression, Sharon pointed to the bodyguards and jeeps behind her.

“Look… Those are men dispatched by the Nacht family. At this point, none of them want you to live a second longer. Your existence is a blatant threat to them! You bring shame to their family!”

“Are you… telling me the truth?” Charlotte’s chest heaved as a multitude of emotions surged from within.

“Think about it yourself. They have already wiped you away from existence and even got someone to replace you! Do you really think that they’ll let you live?” Sharon snickered. “They won’t be able to sleep at night until you’re dead for good!”

As her smile widened, Sharon continued, “Trust me. I won’t lie to someone who’s about to die.”

Sharon’s words had doused the last flames of hope in the back of Charlotte’s mind. Her gaze instantly turned cold, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails were digging into her flesh. A seed of hatred had been sowed deep in her heart.

“Farewell, Charlotte Windt!” Sharon pointed her gun at Charlotte. “I hope you’d be less of an idiot in the afterlife. Oh, and don’t get deceived by men again!”

With that, she pulled the trigger and was ready to fire a shot at Charlotte.

Boom! Boom! Boom!