Female Novel
Chapter 308
"No way," Ricky said without hesitation.
"It's true." Charlotte gritted her teeth, "Maybe a god saved her! She's so lucky!"
"How is that possible?!" Ricky still didn’t want to believe it, "That’s highly unlikely, unless…"
"Unless what?" Charlotte narrowed her eyes slightly and looked up.
"As far as I know, there's no way Luther can defuse a bomb. I've checked his resume in detail. Unless
Joyce knows how to defuse a bomb herself and won the bet, do you think that's possible? Because I
can't find out anything about Joyce's past." Ricky said.
Speaking of defusing bombs, Ricky thought of Joyce's superb marksmanship. All the people she hit
were right in the knees, without missing a shot. In the midst of the chaos, she was able to hit the
moving target with such precision - she was undoubtedly a markswoman.
"I don't know. how is it possible that Joyce can do everything?" Charlotte shook her head repeatedly,
and suddenly she paused, as if she finally remembered something, "I remember when I was a kid,
Joyce left the orphanage, and it seemed she was sent to shooting training for a competition."
"No wonder. She is indeed a marksman and carries a pistol with her, and many of my men have been
wounded by her." Ricky said sternly, and seeing the worries in Charlotte's eyes, he hastened to add,
"Don't worry, all those who know are silenced by me. There will never be any half leaks."
"Hmm." Charlotte sighed in relief and nodded gently.
"Could it be true that Joyce can defuse a bomb herself? She is involved in automotive projects and has
always been quite good at circuit wiring and such. Oh, I really underestimated her. How much more is
she capable of that I don't know about?" She muttered to herself, her hand clutching the phone tightly,
forcing herself to resist the urge to smash it.
There were other people in the Heath residence today, and she must restrain herself from acting out.
"I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't complete my assignment. I'm going to ask around and find out what happened."
Ricky blackened his face. The result of this matter not only disappointed Charlotte, but even he himself
felt slapped in the face.
He used to be a mercenary and an assassin, as a veteran, but he fell in the hands of a young girl whonovelbin
was just starting out. It was a great shame.
And this time he lost so much that he could do nothing but the identity that he commonly used on the
darknet.
With his vengeful character, he would not easily let Joyce go, he must get her killed, if not just to ease
his anger.
"Don't do anything rash these days. Get out of my room before you stay too long and get caught by
mom."
Charlotte took a deep breath and finally held back her anger.
"Good." Ricky retired sensibly.
Charlotte looked at Ricky's back with resentment, and the cold light in her eyes seemed to be just as
sharp as a needle. She would be lying to say that she was not disappointed, she committed herself to
him and let him sleep with her for nothing so many times. And he basically got nothing done so far.
But, for now, she could not leave him.
There were still too many things she needed Ricky to do behind the scenes.
She stood up and took a stack of papers from the drawer. She tore them first into strips and then into
smaller square pieces, as a way of draining her grievances.
Soon, the waste basket was full to the brim.
She kept tearing the papers. She just pretended that those were just Joyce as they were torn into
pieces by her hands.
Her mind grew numb and she was just doing it mechanically.
She did not even notice Cecelia when she walked in.