38 Chapter 38 Get Out

His brows twitched, and he let go of her at once.

Charlotte was panting for breath as if she had almost drowned. Her eyes were red and watery. She was coughing and spluttering, and her throat was burning so much she could hardly say a word.

Vicente felt a pang of regret as he looked at her state. However, he was still seething with anger as her words from earlier continued to ring in his ears. "I can always give you a hand if you don't want to live anymore. I'd rather have my belongings destroyed than have them dirtied. If you are smart enough, you should behave yourself as you always have."

What he wanted to have was the once docile and obedient Charlotte. It would be pointless for him to keep her if she couldn't do that.

Charlotte clenched her fists. She managed to speak slowly and with great difficulty in a hoarse, croaky voice, "Great. How about you kill me now since there's no point for me to live on anyway?"