Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Riveria Haze, which was Khebury's most luxurious banquet center.

A palace was made with marble and glass, with colorful window panes, arched ceiling that was embedded with gold and a luxury chandelier lamp hanging down from the ceiling. People who can access here were the business elite and politicians.

Joyce had never been to an event like this before.

The media gathered here and countless flashing lights shone.

She took a deep breath, no wonder Luther wanted her to change clothes. The banquet that she imagined was relatively different from the reality.

When Luther passed by, the media coincidentally put down their cameras.

It was known in the industry that only if Luther gave his nod of consent can his picture be taken. If anyone took his photo stealthily, the photographers will disappear in Khebury next day, not to mention if their jobs were saved.

Luther, who had never brought a woman to an event, was with a woman of unparalleled beauty today. And even if the media was curious, no one dared to take a picture of Joyce. Joyce followed Luther into the hall.

Inside the hall, countless eyes were on Joyce in a flash.

Under the shining lights, she had a lotus pink dress, slender body, perfect face, cool as if a goddess.

Who was she?

Surprisingly, Luther came along with her.

She was so beautiful. I've never seen her before.

The gentlemen and ladies whispered.

When Luther entered the hall, several politicians gathered around to exchange pleasantries, and Joyce wisely stepped aside.

Two exquisitely dressed celebrities quietly approached as they sized up Joyce and then gazed in awe.

Glancing at the dress she was wearing, they even marveled, "Wow, isn't this the latest model of this year designed by TW private chief designer?"

"Yeah, didn't they say they were only on display and not for sale? How did you get it?"

Joyce has never liked to deal with this kind of scene. Her lips slightly hooked, "You are looking at the wrong one. This is the copycat version."

What she just said made the two celebrities at loss for words. They awkwardly smiled. How could it possible? They coveted for the dress for so long that they could not be wrong.

Waiters in tuxedos shuttled in the banquet hall, holding plates full of champagne.

Joyce took one and held it in her hand.

At this time, an enchanting woman wearing a fiery red long dress approached with an arrogant posture. Her makeup was extremely heavy. The neckline of her dress was extremely low, sexy and stylish. Martha Robinson was a top tier supermodel. Her family was rich and Shaw Entertainment Group was a resounding presence in Khebury.

She walked up to Joyce, towering over her with contempt and a hostile look on her face, "Who are you?"

This woman was not polite. Joyce lightly replied, "You do not need to know."

"You!" Martha's gorgeous face instantly twisted. Being admired by others all the time, she had never been ignored. "How dare you speak to me like that, don't you know who I am?!" Joyce's eyes slightly raised and she shrugged, "Sorry, I don't know and I'm not interested."

Martha felt like she was going crazy. This woman was too rampant.

Ever being conscious of her image, she yelled out of control. "Bitch, what the hell is your relationship with Luther? Why did you come with him?" She was burning with jealousy, knowing that she had been pestering Luther since she was a child, but Luther had never responded and asked her not to stand by him, let alone take her to a party. Why this woman in front of her had the right?

"Oh." Joyce trailed off deliberately.

"Then you listen carefully, I am......" Joyce deliberately paused.‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒