Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 40

"However, my grandmother has lung cancer, which is already at an advanced stage, and the doctor says she will live for a month at most. Hey, once grandma is gone, Joyce will have no reason to stay at our house." Shelly patted her chest and burped, "Don't worry, I'll get rid of her."

Shelly told Charlotte all the things she knew about Joyce.

She said as she indignantly pounded down her beer, and by the time she finished her words, she already drank up two more beers.

She would certainly prefer Charlotte to be her sister-in-law than Joyce.

"Okay, you can't drink any more. You'll take my car later and I'll have the orderly take you home." Charlotte helped Shelly up.

"Yeah, I'll take your fancy bulletproof car! It's so cool!" Shelly was so drunk that cannot get up.

Charlotte struggled to hold Shelly up and smiled as she said goodbye, "Sorry, she's had too much drinks, so we'll excuse you."

When they got downstairs, Charlotte put Shelly in the car.

Instead of getting into the car with Shelly, she asked the orderly to come back for her in two hours.

After arranging everything, Charlotte took out her cell phone and dialed the number.

"No.6 Garden Street, you're coming over here right now."

Not long after, a gangly man on a motorcycle raced over. He looked just okay, and appreantly, he was from the criminal underworld.

The two came to a secluded corner.

When he saw Charlotte, Thomas Morrison was going to touch her, "My Charlotte, we have not had a good time for a long time. Are you calling me today for ......"

Charlotte slapped his hand away and glared at him in disgust, "Stop it! Who am I now? You don't deserve me. With only a order from me, and you'll be gone from Khebury tomorrow. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Thomas was scared, begging for mercy, "My Charlotte, I know you become the daughter of the general. You didn't call me here to get me killed, did you? If you have anything to do with me, you can ask. Just ......"

Although he said so, he still looked at Charlotte with greed.

Her body, the seduction and soulful voice, he can die for it.

Charlotte stared at him.

Thomas didn't dare to touch her but giggled.