You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The lapel of the suit exposed inside the coat showed that it was the same piece of clothing.

The pin was also pinned in the same position and had not been moved. Even so, he must thank Joyce.

She shot blindly, and hit the bullseye. Sure enough, she was a natural marksman.

In fact, when Joyce pointed her pistol at his heart.

He had a vague premonition.

He didn't have any worry, didn't move at all, trusted her completely. Besides, even if Joyce really wanted him dead, he would be willing to do so.

When the bullet entered, the impact was so powerful that he fell to the ground and had a brief dizzy fainting spell. But soon he regained consciousness. He was unharmed except for the impact on his chest, which was a little stuffy.

At the moment.

of her limbs, and was kneeling on the ground in an

her stormy eyes staring straight at

leaned down, close to Charlotte's ear, in a voice that only Charlotte

one or the other? I'm sorry, I want them all." Charlotte finally despair, the last bit of

she lost

they had teamed up to deceive her. Yes, Joyce was the top marksman

had a

the one who was too stupid. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

saw Joyce resenting Luther's miserable demeanor, and

the one who got

little, and stood tall. "Charlotte, you are a lucrative and deceitful. You killed Cecelia, you killed Rodney, you killed Ms. Armstrong, you have blood on your

you will be an invalid, unable to take care of yourself, suffering from illness and pain, worse than death, to pay for the grave sins you have committed! I want you to see with your own

said those words,

the sidelines, he had never seen