Chapter 1130 Compensate Him With My Life

• A mocking, self-deprecating smirk played at the corners of Charles' mouth. “You've known me for a while now. Is there really a need to be so surprised?”
• Whitney was completely flustered. Her hand, still clutching the ballpoint pen, was shaking uncontrollably. She didn't dare to pull it out, fearing that it would cause severe bleeding.
• Charles' lips gradually turned pallor, his brows furrowed in pain, yet he was smiling. “So this is what it feels like to be falsely accused and unable to defend oneself. It truly hurts.”