Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

After that.

Justin seemed to have evaporated from the earth.

No matter how Joyce looked for him, she couldn’t find him.

Whenever she called him, her calls could never get through.

As graduation approached, Joyce became busy with the school stuff.

Joyce only had to focus on graduation to relieve his anxious and depressed emotions.

The internship project team of professor Owens’ automotive design eventually settled on a studio located inside the R&S Group headquarters.

R&S headquarters has set aside half a floor on the 12th floor for the project team. The team has been busy in the past few days moving machines and organizing various documents.

Joyce, Shelly and a few others were in the design team, while Charlotte was in the sales and promotion team. Shelly ended up in the project team through the Warner family.

They were finally able to leave the school for an internship. Still, these people were in the same place.

Today was the first day of their internship.

Joyce arrived at the R&S headquarters on her own. Although she usually lived in the Warner family, she only let Aaron drove her to the subway entrance. After all, she and Luther were in a relationship that cannot be exposed.

In front of the headquarters building, there was a giant fountain plaza with a spectacular European-style sculpture.

It was her first time to be here. She stood downstairs looking up at this towering building. There were eighty or ninety floors, maybe. The golden glass seamlessly connected each floor. The buiding was so tall as if extended into the clouds. The sunshine was so dazzling that stung people’s eyes.

The power of money was surely staggering.

Joyce looked a little out of place from her simple white shirt, black skirt and backpack.

“Look at you. Take off your fancy clothes and you still think you are a princess?”

The piercing, shrill taunt came from behind.

The voice was a bit familiar.

Joyce turned around and met a pair of sultry eyes that seemed to kill her on the spot. The fiery red dress, heavy makeup. It was Martha, the one who got her into trouble at the last party.

Martha came here today for a car modeling campaign, but she didn’t expect to meet Joyce downstairs. She inquired people about Joyce afterwards. An orphan with no background dared to compete with her?

Joyce made a fool of her at the party, and she had not dealt with it yet.

What a coincidence!

Joyce could naturally see her hostility.

Martha was aggressive and her sharp eyes swept over Joyce’s cheap clothes, “Look at the cheap clothes you’re wearing. You don’t deserve Luther’s love. Don’t you even look yourself in the mirror? How dare you stay with him?”

In front of the company, Joyce didn’t want to look for trouble and turned to leave.

Not talking, ignoring, sometimes seemed like a bigger provocation to the other person.

With hatred, Martha was irritated. She rushed forward, raised her hand to give Joyce a slap.

Joyce was agile and dodged. Keeping Martha’s wrist off, she gave her a crisp slap without hesitation.

“I didn’t answer you before because I didn’t want to look for trouble. It doesn’t mean that I can let people bully me. If you know how to behave, you should have stopped just now!”

Feeling shameful and angry at the same time, she tried to pull her hand back, but was not as strong as Joyce. She was so mad that she didn’t care about her image and simply jumped on Joyce like a mad dog. Then she used her other hand to choke Joyce hard.

“Stop, let her go.”

Luther got out of his car just in time to see the scene.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

He stepped forward and pushed Martha away. Then, he pulled Joyce behind him and said coldly, “You’re hurting her.”

He saw that Joyce’s arm bruised from Martha’s pinching.

Martha saw Luther and cried out incredulously, “It was she who hit me, how could I hurt her? she was the one who hit me. Why are you defending her instead?” She pointed to her face, hysterical.

“Don’t make trouble.” Luther warned.

“Luther, what is your relationship with her anyway? She’s not your type.” Martha cried her heart out with accusations.

Luther didn’t bother to look at her and said coolly, “I surely can choose my type. It’s none of your business.”

Martha was so jealous that she went crazy and took it all out on Joyce, “Why are you so brazen? Tell me how much you want to leave him. Make a price! Take the money and disappear now!” The woman’s intuition told her that Joyce would be a great threat and must be dealt with before it was too late.

“I can make an offer?” Joyce thought it was kind of funny, and she glanced over at Luther with amusement.

Luther instantly became upset. He stared at Joyce, with eyes bursting with murderous energy.

This woman, if she really dared to make an offer, she will be dead!