Female Novel
Chapter 1134
Charlotte coughs violently and after a while, she finally felt better.
She looked up suspiciously at Otis, who was towering over her.
His face was overflowing with a wild light, like it was going to burn, but not from anger.
She had never seen him look like this before, and she could see the excitement and anticipation on his
expression.
Otis crouched down and slowly leaned over.
A powerful and cold aura pressed over and Charlotte did not dare to breathe.
"Just wait, and I will show you how I marry the real Ms. Heath."
"And you, the impostor, guess what I'll do to you?"
Charlotte's almond eyes widened to their fullest, "What do you mean? What's the real Ms. Heath?
Joyce is dead, and where can you find the real Ms. Heath?"
"Back then you personally took over Ricky's case. Didn't you know that after Joyce killed Ricky, she fell
off a cliff into the sea and died."
"Could it be that ..."
She sounded suddenly unsure.
Otis looked so confident and his eyes were glowing! It was as if he had actually met Joyce.
Did ... Joyce survived that day after she fell?
Was it possible?
"She's not dead?" Charlotte looked at Otis in horror, her pale lips parted and trembling.
"Huh."
Otis did not answer her and gave only a sneer.
Why should he tell her?
That bitch didn’t deserve to know.
Charlotte just felt a chill down her spine, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
God, it's impossible. It’d been four years, and Joyce was still alive? How could she be alive after falling
from such a high cliff into the sea, when so many people searched for her and couldn't find her?
And why would Otis, who has nothing to do with her, know Joyce.
Yes, there were so many details in Otis’ description about Joyce just now and he could not possibly
know so much with just a photo.
It was more like that he's seen her in person.novelbin
How was it possible that Joyce would even meet Otis?
She knew the woman around Otis. They were all just some movie stars and models.
Only one woman was different.
She suddenly remembered a woman, a woman who had given her a sense of crisis, who had appeared
to Otis, and who was different.
Zora Knowles!
"Ah."
Before she could think about it, Otis suddenly reached out and snaped his hand around her neck.
He used extreme force, as if he could break her head at any moment.
"Bitch, you don't need to think about that. What you need to think about now is how to spend each day
in pain." Otis' eyes were tinged with bloodlust.
"How's that? Does it still hurt? Coughing?"
Charlotte's face was burning with heat as he choked her and she could barely breathe, and blood
flowed all the way to her head.
"Do you know the worst way to kill someone, bitch??" Otis looked down at her from above.
From time to time, he loosened his grip and let in a little air to keep her alive.
It's not fun to really kill her like that.
"Is it very painful? Don't worry, you can't die now."
He loves to admire the helplessness, fear, and near-death state of his prey, the only way to satisfy his
powerful bloodthirsty desire. The longer he tormented his prey, the more satisfaction he could get
inside.
Charlotte was tormented by him.
She thought she was about to die, but then suddenly she could breathe again. Then the air was cut off
again, and then she could breathe again.