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 she 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?
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