Tommy had the gun in his hand, but his hand kept shaking.
Although Miss Charlotte had ordered him, he had never killed anyone before, let alone a woman.
His hand kept shaking, and he could barely hold the pistol and had to use his left hand to force his shaking right wrist.
"Tommy, what are you waiting for? Shoot her. She is the one who encouraged Otis to usurp power and plot against my mother, and she is the one who caused my mother to be unconscious."
Charlotte roared, her voice hoarse.
"Yes, Miss Charlotte!" Tommy answered through clenched teeth.
He was scared inside and clearly felt that his lips had lost their temperature and were only cold.
On the contrary, Joyce, who was under the gun, was very calm.
Above the face of absolute beauty, there was only calmness.
It was as if what was pointing at her temple at the moment was not a pistol at all.
"Shoot! Shoot! Aevenge Cecelia, quick!" Charlotte kept urging, kept goading, "Kill her, kill her!"
Charlotte's voice seemed like a magic spell around Tommy's ears. He gave up, closed his eyes fiercely, determined, and pulled the trigger hard.
He didn't even dare to open his eyes to see.
"Click, click."
There was no "bang" as he expected, and no smell of smoke.
The pistol didn't even shoot a bullet.
He opened his eyes in confusion and looked repeatedly at the gun in his hand, "How is it possible? Clearly the safety was on."
Charlotte saw that Tommy did not fire the gun, she could not stand it and cursed, "Trash!"
Tommy was just such a trash.
She rushed forward, snatched Joyce's pistol from Tommy, and pulled the trigger.
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