Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 864

Joyce saw the mixture of emotions on Charlotte's face, and she did not look so happy any more.

She knew she had achieved her goal of provoking Charlotte.

She raised her sword-like eyebrows, and cast a sophisticated and provocative glance at Charlotte. Finally, she turned gracefully and went to the buffet.

She was a little hungry, so she had to fill her stomach first.

They had got everything great for the buffet, including red wine snails, French cod, foie gras, king crab, sea caviar, and just everything.

Joyce picked up her plate and tasted each of the exquisite dishes with a relaxed face.

In contrast, Charlotte was furious. She stared at Zora's fiery red back from afar, and could not wait to rush forward and tear this Zora apart, but there were a number of celebrities around her tonight.

She then thought better of it.

She could only try her best to entertain the women in front of her first.

After a few pleasantries about their families.

Charlotte finally found a chance to walk up to Zora, with hatred in her heart.

Joyce had almost finished eating, and she still held the red wine in her hand and gently swirled the crimson liquid.

When she saw Charlotte approaching, she simply took the initiative to greet her and smiled, "This must be Mrs. Robertson! I've heard so much about you."

"Huh. Cut the crap with me. What exactly do you want when you approach Otis?" Charlotte could not resist the anger in her heart long ago, and directly started a war.

"Mrs. Robertson, is there some misunderstanding?" Joyce looked at Charlotte with amusement.

Charlotte had always been good at disguising herself and was particularly good at tolerating.

What? After these four years, Charlotte could not pretend anymore?

She gently stroked her masked face, and now, to Charlotte, she was just a stranger.

She thought that this Zora would simply stand down with a few warnings from her, but the woman in front of her repeatedly provoked her and stimulated her.

"Mrs. Robertson, please watch your language. You are Mrs. Robertson, how can you use those filthy words?"

Joyce's lithe waist leaned against the dining table, and her legs gracefully folded up calmly.

"It’s your husband. He is always coming to me, and I also find it disturbing. What a headache. How about Mrs. Robertson go home and talk him out of it. That way, we can simply save ourselves the trouble."

A hint of amusement was found in her eyes.

Charlotte just felt a explosion in her head. She had been so angry that she had completely lost her mind.

At this moment, she could not hold back any longer.

Around them, there were already people who had noticed the tension over here, and curious eyes were being cast this way.