Chapter 93: Has She Committed Murder?
This realization occupied her mind for a long time, preventing her from thinking about anything else.
That man was dead, so would she have to pay with her life? What about Gordon MacArthur?
This was the only thought that haunted her mind at the moment.
"Charlotte..." It was Channing MacArthur's voice. Charlotte Violet felt that since she had known him, his voice had never been this gentle.
She wanted to look up and smile at him, but her body seemed to be unresponsive, unable to move.
"Charlotte, look at me, Charlotte Violet, I'm Channing MacArthur." She felt a pair of large hands shaking her shoulders.
Looking into those lifeless eyes, the coldness in Channing MacArthur's gaze made it hard for anyone to meet his eyes.
Sitting on the edge of the
