Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1436

Chapter 1436

Ophelia pushed her wheelchair and parked it in the middle of the hall, where luxurious crystal lamps draped.

hanging above their heads.

Athena folded her hands and laid them flat on her lap.

Exquisite as a porcelain doll-like face, there is no trace of a ripple.

She was motionless, without any expression.

Knowing that she is alive and well, those who don't know, still think there is a life-sized doll sitting on the wheelchair.

Otis stood up from the top of the couch and offered to come forward.

Extending her hand, "Miss Ballard, nice to meet you."

Athena did not extend her hand, her expression finally moved, "Shaking hands is not necessary, you and I each take what we need."

Otis drew back his hand.

He looked at Athena, black and round eyes, curved leafy eyebrows, a little red lips, looks like a Japanese porcelain doll. According to say, Athena is a standard classical beauty, anime only have the kind of. Otis is also used to seeing beautiful women, and this type of beauty is not often seen.

But in her, there is no trace of gentleness.

On the contrary, it is full of sinister flavors.

A distance away, you can feel the coldness from her body.

Especially when she is expressionless and not smiling, more seeping.

Otis frowned, even if Athena looks more beautiful, he can not be a little interested.

Eugene stood respectfully next to the sofa, waiting on Otis.

He also looked at Athena for a few moments. This woman, rather than like a porcelain doll, rather like a voodoo doll. One more look, there is a creepy feeling. "Miss Ballard, any conditions, just ask." Otis sat back down on the couch and crossed his legs.

He pulled out a cigar and Eugene immediately stepped forward to help him light it.

Otis took a sharp puff of his cigarette and his whole body was immersed in smoke.

Athena said coldly, "I'm not interested in your warlord business. Nor will I get involved, the only person I'm interested in is Luther."

Otis raised his eyebrows, "Don't bother Miss Ballard with warlord matters. I want to marry Joyce, as I'm sure you already know. You and I do take what we want."

"I have arranged for the person you want. Deliver it to you on Monday. I hope you make good use of it, once and for all, and we won't have to see each other again." Athena sat upright and motionless. "Good." Otis's eyes fell on Athena's legs.

Beauty is beautiful, but unfortunately it is a cripple.

"Miss Ballard seems confident in herself, I wonder what Miss Ballard wants to do with her skills and capture Luther's heart?" He didn't continue. Could Luther be giving up Joyce to be with a cripple? Athena notices Otis's disdainful and questioning gaze.

And the adjutants who had been standing behind Otis, all of them with a hint of contempt in their eyes.

"Huh." Athena The corners of her lips hooked slightly, revealing a morose smile.

With her hands on the wheelchair, she suddenly stood up from atop it.

With Otis and Eugene looking on in amazement, took two steps forward and kept walking until he was a meter away from Otis. Stopped.

Otis was so stunned that he nearly burned himself with the cigar between his fingers, and he couldn't help but stand up as he put it out.

"Miss Ballard, your legs..."

How is it possible that she can walk, so why does she need a wheelchair? And have someone dedicated to pushing it? What exactly is she going to do?

Athena's stern eyes scraped over Otis, "Stay out of your business."

She snapped her fingers behind her.

Ophelia will understand and immediately push the wheelchair over.

Athena sat back in her wheelchair, smoothed the hem of her dress, and sat upright.