Female Novel
Chapter 1034
Charlotte was such a cunning woman.
If she knew the opportunity was in front of her, how could she let it go?
On that day, Ms. Armstrong only let them both provide hair and nails, and Joyce left first.
What if it was Ms. Armstrong who got the wrong hair and nail samples? Or, Charlotte might have
switched the samples with her own hands!
Charlotte could totally do something like this!
It was exactly what Charlotte would do.
Luther clutched the steering wheel, squeezing it tighter and tighter.
The knuckles and the veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible.
Joyce left first to go to St. Maria Hospital to take care of Justin, while Charlotte invited Ms. Armstrong to
dinner that day.
Why would Charlotte be so kind? Would she invite Ms. Armstrong to dinner? With his knowledge of
Charlotte, she was so evil-minded and scheming, and would never invite Ms. Armstrong for a meal for
nothing.
Damn it!
Luther suddenly slammed his fist on the steering wheel.
He knew Charlotte must have been so shameless to take Joyce’s place and pretend to have saved
him.
Little did he know that there was a bigger conspiracy.
All along, he felt that Joyce was always so outstanding, whether it was her look or temperament, and
she must not have been born ordinary, not to mention how good Joyce could shoot. What a gene shenovelbin
must have for that talent?
And he could hardly find anything good about Charlotte. While she pretended to be soft and lovely, she
was actually sinister and malicious.
They were, completely, not comparable.
Joyce was more like Cecelia and more like the Heaths in every way.
What's more, now Ms. Armstrong had found Joyce's pendant.
He, on the other hand, had verified that the Silversword pattern on it was the emblem of the Hurley
family for generations.
Was all this not enough to prove something?
Joyce was the most likely to be the real daughter of the Heath family.
Right now, he just needed to confirm one last thing. The paternity test. What exactly could go wrong
back then?
He pressed down hard on the gas pedal with his right foot.
The sports car sped out like an arrow off the string.
Although Mrs. Barr did not know where Ms. Armstrong sent their hair and nails for identification.
He knew!
This was because the Capital's powerful families, like the Heath family, could only send samples to
Khebury's most authoritative identification agency.
He knew where it was, and he decided, now, immediately, to get there right away.
The car roared along the way. He was constantly slamming on the gas and running red lights all the
way around.
It was originally over two hours away.
It took about an hour and a half or less for him to drive there.
When he arrived at Khebury Analysis Center, it's not even the lunch break.
He walked briskly into the office, and because of his extraordinary dress and distinguished air,
someone immediately came up to receive him.
The man who received him was called Joe.
Joe cautiously stepped forward and respectfully asked, "Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?" The
person coming in front of him looked absolutely powerful and handsome, as if he had seen him
somewhere.
The people who came to the center were often big-time tycoons, and they would often require
confidentiality.
Therefore, the staff of the center habitually were very careful.
He was afraid that he would offend some big shot if he did not pay attention,.
Luther got right to the point and asked, "Four years ago, the Heath family of the Capital, came to
Khebury in search of their daughter, who had been lost for twenty years. I heard that a DNA paternity
test was done. Was it done here? Who was in charge at the time?"
Joe froze.
It was four years ago, and he asked about it now?
He knew, of course, because he was the one in charge, and he was the one who handed the
identification report to Rodney of the Heath family.