Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 129

At this moment, Martha was actually standing under the booth.

She was wearing the latest Dior red dress of her own, looking at Joyce, who was on the stand at the

moment. Her entire face was distorted, full of embarrassment, and the flame of jealousy almost burned

her out. Obviously, she should be the one standing on the stand, enjoying everyone's envy and

jealousy. Obviously, it was a custom-made dress for her, but at the moment it was on Joyce.

It's her own fault that she didn't bother to open the email for the day they had sent her, and she insisted

on wearing the clothes she brought without even giving a glance at the custom-made dress. It was also

her own fault that she looked down upon everyone in the dressing room and turned off her cell phone

on purpose so that they could not find her.

The idea was that she would make a grand show up when they were at their wits' end.

Who knew they would let Joyce replace her.

Since she was a child, she had been in the limelight, and her parents had raised her with everything

they had, and whatever she wanted, they would immediately deliver to her. The fact that there was

nothing she could not get except for Luther was exactly why she was relentlessly pestering him.

Martha was really angry at this moment.

She felt suffocating.

She never thought that even a top model as she was would be replaced by someone else one day.

Feeling that the stage was taken away from her, feeling that she was no longer important, she seemed

to be overwhelmed by a deep sense of loss welling up in her heart. Her hatred for Joyce was even

more extreme.

She stood under the booth, in a fiery red floor-length gown, like a joke, sarcastically.

Luther sprinted up to the booth.

Joyce was smiling at the camera as she held out a hand in gesture.

A reporter next to her waved a hand at her and shouted, "Miss Joyce, please look this way."

Joyce heard the reporter and tilted her head and looked over with her crystal beautiful eyes. She

looked at the flashing red dot next to the camera, and her fiery lips blossomed with a smile as sweet as

a spring breeze. And the reporter almost froze there.

However, the next moment.

She was then pulled into a warm embrace.

At the same time, an almost violent voice exploded in her ears.

"What are you doing here?!"

Joyce couldn't help but cover her ears and close one eye. Her eardrums felt like they were going to be

shattered by his roar.

"I…" She was having a hard time explaining the situation.

Well, it was she who crossed the line. She bit her lips tightly and did not make a sound. After a while,

she sneaked a glance at him, his face iron blue, anger unconcealed, black eyes burning fire as if they

were to devour her.

Her whole body shuddered involuntarily.

Not so much, it's not an unforgivable sin. She was just kind enough to help, why was he so angry?

Moreover, even if they wanted to scold her, they could at least wait until the end of the exhibition.

What's wrong with him rushing up to scold her in public now? Tomorrow, the news reports will probably

be a mess.

What's wrong with him? Not even caring about the company's image.

Luther took off his suit jacket and fiercely covered her, with one arm firmly anchoring her, and under the

astonished and uncomprehending eyes of the crowd, forcibly took her down to the booth.

Joyce was puzzled, why was the suit for? The dress she was wearing wasn’t revealing any part of her

body? And it wasn't cold.

But looking at the furious man, she could not ask.

Quickly stepping down the steps, Luther glared hard at Martha, who was standing at a loss at the

bottom of the stage, and bellowed coldly, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you go up?" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Martha didn't react for a moment, and when she did, she was pushed by Luther and pushed into the

booth, "Do your job."