Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 159

Khebury downtown penthouse apartment.

This was a symbol of status for the powerful and noble, and only the top tycoons were qualified to move in. Looking down from the top floor, the whole city was full of majestic buildings, with all the lights and prosperous and beautiful scenery in full view.

Shelly sat slumped on the living room carpet, tissues thrown around her.

She kept crying and couldn't stop crying.

Charlotte came to Shelly's home tonight and stayed by to comfort her and keep her company.

Shelly thought of Joyce exposing her in public today, thought of her brother throwing her out of the project team without mercy, thought of all she had encountered today, thought of everything she had done being completely exposed, and thought of how embarrassed she had been today.

She suddenly roared with hideous fury, "Joyce, I want you to die a horrible death!"

She exploded all the emotions inside her.

When she looked at Shelly's hideous, twisted, and crazy look, even Charlotte was stunned. She had always thought that Shelly was arrogant, capricious, temperamental, and brainless, but she never thought that she could be so vicious.

However, it might not be a bad thing for her. The enemy of an enemy was supposed to be a friend.

"You should wipe your tears, and your eyes are swollen. If Auntie comes back and you are like this, she must be so worried." Charlotte persuaded while handing over tissues.

"Tell me, what's so good about Joyce that my brother is so biased toward her and doesn't give me any face." Shelly sobbed, her shoulders shaking incessantly.

"When I was young, my brother loved me. I grew up in poor health, and I had heart surgery. They never wanted me to suffer any pain, just afraid that it might hurt my heart. They spoiled me, and my brother was never mean to me, let alone hit me. Even if I do something wrong, he would at most give me a few words of advice." The more she said, the more aggrieved she was.

At the moment, with the five deep red marks on her face, she just looked pitiful.

Charlotte sighed and hurriedly got up to bring an ice pack, "Here, let's use an ice pack on your face. Your whole face is swollen. Luther hit you too hard."

Apparently, Charlotte's words irritated Shelly even more.

She covered her cheek and she was so sad, "Since Joyce came to our house, he has been mean to me several times. Today, he even hit me! He never bothered to touch a single finger of mine, and when I broke the golf club he loved when I was younger, he didn't even bother to scold me. Now he even hit me for Joyce! You say, is my brother spellbound by Joyce?"

These words poked Charlotte in the heart.

She stopped her curses from time to time, trying desperately to hide her madness.

There were signs that Luther was becoming more and more attached to Joyce, and from an onlooker's point of view, it looked like he had really fallen in love with the woman. Maybe he just didn't know it. When she thought about it, she couldn't help but stroke her flat belly. The only thing she could hold on to Luther now was the child in her belly. She could only hold him back with responsibility.

"What would you do if my brother really got hooked on that bitch? You're so pathetic, and you're still pregnant with a baby." Shelly hugged Charlotte and cried out in pain, "I truly want you to be my sister-in-law."