Chapter 1311 Not Even Worthy Of Carrying Her Shoes

• Charlotte looked at her coldly, “It's you who can't handle it.”
• The woman was about to say something, her lips curling into a smile, when suddenly a beam of light struck her face, blindingly bright.
• A few seconds later, a car came to a steady stop about ten meters away from them. A woman emerged from the driver's seat, her hair casually tied back in a low ponytail. She wore a black coat and had a slender, attractive figure.