Novel Drama
Chapter 40
Chapter 40
"However, my grandmother has lung cancer, which is already at an advanced stage, and the doctor
says she will live for a month at most. Hey, once grandma is gone, Joyce will have no reason to stay at
our house." Shelly patted her chest and burped, "Don't worry, I'll get rid of her."
Shelly told Charlotte all the things she knew about Joyce.
She said as she indignantly pounded down her beer, and by the time she finished her words, she
already drank up two more beers.
She would certainly prefer Charlotte to be her sister-in-law than Joyce.
"Okay, you can't drink any more. You'll take my car later and I'll have the orderly take you home."
Charlotte helped Shelly up.
"Yeah, I'll take your fancy bulletproof car! It's so cool!" Shelly was so drunk that cannot get up.
Charlotte struggled to hold Shelly up and smiled as she said goodbye, "Sorry, she's had too much
drinks, so we'll excuse you."
When they got downstairs, Charlotte put Shelly in the car.
Instead of getting into the car with Shelly, she asked the orderly to come back for her in two hours.
After arranging everything, Charlotte took out her cell phone and dialed the number.
"No.6 Garden Street, you're coming over here right now."
Not long after, a gangly man on a motorcycle raced over. He looked just okay, and appreantly, he was
from the criminal underworld.
The two came to a secluded corner.
When he saw Charlotte, Thomas Morrison was going to touch her, "My Charlotte, we have not had a
good time for a long time. Are you calling me today for ......"
Charlotte slapped his hand away and glared at him in disgust, "Stop it! Who am I now? You don't
deserve me. With only a order from me, and you'll be gone from Khebury tomorrow. Tell me, how do
you want to die?"
Thomas was scared, begging for mercy, "My Charlotte, I know you become the daughter of the
general. You didn't call me here to get me killed, did you? If you have anything to do with me, you can
ask. Just ......"
Although he said so, he still looked at Charlotte with greed.
Her body, the seduction and soulful voice, he can die for it.
Charlotte stared at him.
Thomas didn't dare to touch her but giggled.
Charlotte handed Thomas a card, "There's a million RMB in it. With the money, you can have any kind
of woman you want. As for me, from now on, you don't even think about it! And you'd better forget
everything happened between you and me!"
Thomas grabbed the card and stuffed it in his pants pocket. He had never seen a million RMB in his
life.
She was now the daughter of the general. Even if he can't sleep with her henceforth, it was still good to
get some benefits from her. After all, he had known her for a very long time.
"My Charlotte, you can make me do anything you want. If you want me to die, and I'll never live past
tomorrow." Thomas grinned thievishly.
"You follow someone for me ......" Charlotte whispered a few instructions to him before dismissing him.
Under the dark night, she stood upright. She was like a poisonous flower.
She was no longer the Charlotte that used to be.
From now on, no one will stop her.
After standing in the wind for a while with a cold smile, Charlotte dialed the phone and asked the
orderly to come get her.
While waiting, she suddenly felt a pang of nausea that made her want to vomit.
She didn't eat much this evening and it shouldn't have happened.
Bing sensitive, she immediately recalled that the menstruation had delayed. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Could it be that she was pregnant?
She met Thomas when she was in the orphanagewas and often bullied by her classmates at school.
So she hooked up with Thomas who was already a gangster in the area.
Thomas stood up for her a few times, and then, no one dared to bully her anymore.
Not long ago, she slept with Thomas.
Charlotte pondered and calculated the time, probably a few days before she replaced Joyce to save
Luther.
Since "saving" Luther, she has not slept with him before.
If she was really pregnant ......
And Luther thought he slept with her ......
Oh, she smiled. It was a good opportunity to take advantage of it.