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.

any of her limbs, and was kneeling on the ground in an embarrassing position, blood

her stormy eyes

Charlotte's ear, in a voice that only Charlotte could hear, a low

them all." Charlotte finally despair, the last bit of light in her eyes

she lost

surprised that they had teamed up to deceive her. Yes, Joyce was the

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saw Joyce resenting Luther's miserable demeanor, and she really believed

she's the one who

slowly stood up, straightened up little by 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 hands, and you deserve to die. You deserve to die by

your life, you will be an invalid, unable to

words, with a firm

the sidelines, he had never seen her look