Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 866

Joyce pissed off Charlotte and she shrugged her shoulders, apparently in a good mood.

What happened just now had been seen by all the celebrities and wives all around. Indeed, it was Mrs. Robertson who wanted to hit the woman in red.

And the woman in red stopped her just to protect herself.

Then she kindly made a toast to Mrs. Robertson, but Mrs. Robertson simply would not let go. She spilled the wine, resulting in her own wretchedness. Finally, the disgraced Mrs. Robertson left the scene in anger, but that was certainly the fault of the woman in red.

Among the guests, the men all cast admiring glances at Joyce.

How could there be such a woman suddenly in the Capital?

While their wives had been considering Joyce from a far, too. Although they hadn't seen her before, they all cast envious glances.

They envied her for her beauty, envies her for the attention she got, and even hated her for stealing all the limelight tonight.

Joyce didn’t care about the stares.

From the dining table, she selected a dessert for herself and, at the automatic coffee machine, made a small cup of espresso.

She savored her dessert and sipped her fragrant coffee.

She laid back on a sofa and relaxed.

Her eyes traveled back and forth among the crowd in the banquet hall.

Just now, when Charlotte was looking for trouble, Otis was talking to someone outside on the terrace, and that gave Charlotte the chance she had been looking for. Charlotte came to her immediately when she found that Otis was not paying attention to them.

Strangely enough, Luther had also been missing.

Since he stepped out of the elevator and caused a sensation among the celebrities, he soon disappeared.

And she had no idea where he went.

Joyce raised her wrist to check the time, and put down the coffee and plate in her hand. She had already eaten enough.

Meanwhile, he was looking forward to it.

He was looking forward to knowing the results.

There had been too many details that were telling him that Zora was Joyce. For one thing, the night when he cut himself, apparently, she had used the code to open the door to enter his presidential suite for the medical kit.

How could she know Joyce's birthday if she was not Joyce herself?

At this moment, he was both nervous and frightened, and both eager for a result and fearful of the possible disappointment.

He was tormented between the two possibilities.

He sat on the edge of his seat, spending every second like a year, and finally, couldn't resist calling Casey.

"Hey, did you send the samples? What did the identification agency say?"

As soon as Casey got on the phone, Luther couldn't resist asking.