Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 173

Charlotte stood up. Squatting for a long time, her legs were also a little numb.

Stephanie's eyes were rounded, but all she could do was make a painful "grunting" sound.

Charlotte waved a hand at her, smiled and turned around, her heels clanking on the floor. She left

Stephanie's room and closed the door with grace.

Then she walked out of the living room, closed the door, and headed straight for the military vehicle Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

where Ricky was.

Ricky was smoking with his back against the Hummer. His formal uniform, the lingering smoke, and the

calm demeanor made him look extra special. He saw Charlotte come out and he immediately put out

the cigarette in his hand and opened the car door for Charlotte.

Charlotte got in the car.

After he closed the door, he returned to the driver's seat and started the car to drive away from the

Warner residence.

Driving all the way away from the Warner family, he asked, "Missy, what's the situation?"

Charlotte had been pretending to be calm, but now she felt scared. After all, she had never done this

kind of thing with her own hands. She held on to the seat belt, her hands full of sweat, and under a

closer look, her forehead was also full of sweat.

"Stephanie, Stephanie she was … aggressive … I had to … " Charlotte's voice had a hint of trembling.

She felt scared, her heart was pounding, her throat choked with a "gurgle" and her back was pressed

against the car seat.

"I, had to, well, activate the backup plan." She added. Because Ricky didn't know that she wasn't really

the daughter of the Heath family, she could only assume that she did it because Stephanie wouldn't

accept her and had been left with no choice.

"You can take the gloves off and leave them here, and I'll destroy them all together when we get back."

Ricky drove with one hand and put the other hand on Charlotte's snow white leg, gently reassuring her,

"It's okay, absolutely no one can detect this drug. Don't worry."

Charlotte let him touch her, her heart still pounding.

With trembling hands, she took off her gloves and handed them to Ricky.

"It's really okay?" She asked uncertainly.

"Don't worry. I destroyed the camera inside the Warner residence three days ago. No one will associate

that and what happened today. And the surveillance outside the Warner residence can clearly show

that we arrived at 11:50 and left at 1:00 sharp. From the beginning to the end, I waited outside and

never went inside. And the time of Stephanie's death would be after four o'clock, and you would not be

suspected at all." He grabbed her small, soft hand and held it firmly in his.

"All you have to do now is calm yourself down. Pretend that nothing has happened. I will take care of

all the rest." Ricky said indifferently. He did not show anything in his expression. Killing for him was as

simple as crushing an ant. Before coming to this country, he was a mercenary who killed without

blinking an eye. After coming here and following General Ralph, he was now a second lieutenant, and

no one knew about his past.

Charlotte clutched his hand with both hands. Her originally panicked heart slowly calmed down. She

took a deep breath and felt much relieved.

"I'll send you home to rest while I take care of the aftermath. Around four, I'll use a temporary calling

card to prompt Joyce to head to the Warner residence. Don't worry, I've made all the arrangements."

Seeing no objection from her, he pulled her hand to his side. He was pleased that from now on, she

was firmly tied to his side.