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Chapter 1107

"Otis, I beg you not to ask more questions. Hurry up and think of a solution. For the sake of our future,

for the sake of our glory and status."

Charlotte, impatient and awkward, prostrated herself at Otis's feet and held him tightly.

But now Otis had asked all the answers he wanted.

Otis ran through them in his mind, and indeed, everything could finally make sense to him and all the

details were clear.

In his heart, his desire for Joyce was even stronger than ever. He was dying to take her for himself

immediately. He even thought that he should have taken the opportunity to invade her last night and

get everything done instead of waiting for her to wake up.

Joyce’s submission was not at all important to him now

He just wanted to have her and treat her well. That's the woman who was worthy of him!

It turned out that Joyce was the real daughter of the Heath family!

No wonder Joyce was always so gentle, handsome and composed. She was exactly just like Cecelia

and General Ralph.

No wonder, Joyce was such a natural shooter, and she was even a national champion. It turned out

that she had got that talent from Cecelia.

No, she was even better than Cecelia! She had also an overwhelming talent in intelligent design.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was not even remotely her match.

Otis looked down at the awkward Charlotte who was now kneeling at his feet, and his heart was filled

with disgust.

Charlotte, was simply trash.novelbin

This vicious woman was literally good for nothing.

And he had actually slept with such trash for almost four years.

At this moment, he suddenly could no longer tolerate her pretense.

He lifted a foot and violently kicked Charlotte straight away from him.

"There is no us, and there is only me. What do you think you are? You think you are worthy to be

compared to me?"

He was bursting with rage and the corners of his eyelids were horribly twitched.

"Otis? What's wrong?" Charlotte was coldly kicked into a corner by him.

She looked up, holding back the sharp pain in her body, and looked at him in confusion; she had never

seen him so angry before.

She didn't know what was wrong with him. They had obviously just talked it properly.

"Oh, what do you think you are? Without the status of the daughter of the Heath family, you're worse

than shit."

Otis, with hellish rage in his eyes, rushed forward and kicked Charlotte hard again.

"Otis, don't! Don't do that." Charlotte hugged herself into a ball, cowering and shivering against his

attack.

"I know I don't deserve it, but no one knows about it now. If you help me, the Heath family will be ours.

I'm still nominally their daughter."

"What’s the point of being their daughter if even the Heath family is no longer here?" Otis curled his lips

evilly, "From now on, there will be no more the Heath family! "

Charlotte was stunned. What did his words even mean?

"You don't seem to understand the situation." Otis stepped forward and put his foot on Charlotte's

shoulder.

Suddenly, his feet went hard.

He stomped Charlotte straight down and on the bottom of his feet.

He kept trampling her like she was a piece of garbage and he went harder and harder.

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