Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 39

Then the young man read them out loud, word by word.

These were the medals that Joyce got just now on the game.

"King of Gun, Reckless War God, Score with brothers, Nod Master, a Woman's Escort, Battlefield

Terminator."

"Wow, a god." The man excitedly kneeled down in front of Joyce with an exaggerated expression, "You

are a god of war. The average killing number is thirty-eight, only a total of one hundred people ah. I'm

going to rely on you for the future.

Another young man, who didn't play games but understood the difficulty, came around to join in the fun

and marveled, "Wow, tournament level. Even God or Buddha can't stop you, awesome awesome."

Juanita's petite head was on Joyce's shoulder, "Joyce, you are really good at everything. You are

beautiful and good-hearted, and you are a student, and you are even a top player in the game. I admire

you so much."

Juanita was genuinely fond of Joyce, and the first time she saw her, she had a feeling that she could

rely on her.

Joyce laughed. Her smile was joyful, and the warm yellow light in the box reflected on her beautiful

side.

People on the spot were all overshadowed by Joyce.

Charlotte sat alone in the corner.

She looked at Joyce coldly.

A cold laugh.

Joyce came with spotlight, which was annoying to her!

Joyce was like a fatal attraction, and both men and women liked her.

Men thought she was beautiful and attractive, and women thought she was frankly handsome and

secure. Oh, she was radiant in every place.

Charlotte's lips curled up in resentment.

On the contrary, even if she now had the distinguished status of a general's daughter, even if everyone

knew that she and Luther had a marriage contract.

People were just in awe of her than before.

At best, it was pleasing.

Never like Joyce, people liked her from the heart, which was why she heartily disliked Joyce.

She was like born with attraction, always in her way.

Shelly wobbled over at this point and sat down next to Charlotte on the floor.

She just had a few beers and was slightly intoxicated. Her face flushed.

She pointed at Joyce with displeasure and complained to Charlotte, "Look, this woman, she shows off

everywhere. She thinks she is the most competent person in the world. It's annoying."

"Joyce has always been excellent." Charlotte stayed calm, prying, "And doesn't your brother look at her

differently?"

Shelly drank too much. And she was already a person who can not hide words. Waving hand to

Charlotte, "Not. You come here, I tell you a big secret. You can't reveal it to anyone. Oh."

Charlotte leaned over with a sideways ear.

"My brother and Joyce actually got married with a license." Shelly spilled the beans.

"What!" Charlotte was so shocked that she turn pale. She had thought of the worst scenario, but never

imagined that they were already married. Wouldn't everything she had done be in vain?

"Don't be anxious." Shelly soothed Charlotte and added, "I suspect ah they are faking their marriage,

although I have no proof and my brother has not admitted it." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Fake?" Charlotte feigned surprise to cover her lips with hands, and her heart became a little collected.

Shelly curled her lips and glanced at Joyce with disgust again, "You know, my grandma is the most

important person in my family. Grandma likes Joyce, and I guess my brother faked a marriage with

Joyce to coax Grandma."

"This ......" Charlotte bit her lip, not expecting Joyce to be the first to take the advantage.