Chapter 123 Getting Rid Of The Deadweights (Two)

• He turned towards her and began to say something, but whatever he was going to say froze on his lips because Charlotte effortlessly put a bullet straight into his chest from where she was sitting, instantly silencing him forever. His huge body slid almost gracefully to the floor, so that he was halfway inside the small house, and halfway outside it. Charlotte sighed. If only her wimp of a brother had actual balls and was on her side, then this would be so much easier. As it was, all he cared about was poking sick people with needles and loading them up with drugs. A doctor!
• Instead of fighting with her to get what was rightfully theirs, he was content with working his ass off, working hours upon hours at his stupid job. Sometimes, Charlotte wondered if they were really siblings, not to talk of twins. They shared practically no interests at all. Well, it was Charles's loss. Since she was fighting this battle all alone, she would reap the profits and benefits all alonetoo. He could continue slaving at his stupid job until one day, he slumped to death from a heart attack or something.
• "Damn. Now, I have to clean up this mess." She thought to herself, eyeing Charles's body with distaste, while lighting a cigarette. She took a deep inhale and blew puffs of smoke in rings towards the ceiling, lost in thought. Luckily enough, it was almost evening and the ocean was not too far from here. It would take some work, but she would discard his body in the ocean, and in no time, he would be food for fishes and sharks, together with whatever other sea animal cared to have a human meal, never to be seen again, which was just perfect.