Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 24

After that slap.

For a long time, Luther and Joyce were in a cold war.

Both calmed down, but also peaceful.

It was on the weekend.

St. Casterman Road, where the best costume jewelry in Khebury was gathered.

In front of a high-end private custom store.

"Why are you here to buy clothes?" Joyce was reluctant.

"There's a banquet tonight and you're going to go dressed like this?" Luther glanced up and down at

her, "Dressing like a beggar will lose my face."

She didn't think that she look like a beggar. Obviously she was looking quite good.

"Why should I attend? Our relationship is not supposed to be open to the public either, so in what

identity would I go?"

"You think I want to take you there? It was Grandma who insisted."

"It's not like Grandma will know if I'm going or not! Can't you just say I'm going?"

"Joyce, are you addicted to lying to people?"

"......" Joyce was speechless. Forgot it. It was just a dinner party to go on. It was not a big deal.

TW was Khebury's top private custom clothing store.

Luther was about to join Joyce inside but suddenly his cell phone rang.

"You go in first and pick what you want. I have a video conference."

Luther walked a few steps away and stood under a large tree, turning his back to answer the phone.

His back was erect, high and cold.

Joyce opened the glass door. Inside was a duplex layout, two-storey high. The decoration is ultimately

luxury.

The female clerk took a glance at Joyce and found that she was wearing cheap clothes. "Miss, if you

are looking for a bathroom, go out and turn left, and then walk for twenty meters." said the clerk

contemptuously.

Joyce ignored her disdain, casually looked the dresses and price tags.

One, two, three, four, five, six. It was just a simple t-shirt, costing more than 100,000 RMB.

The world of rich people was really not something she can imagine.

The female clerk said in a hypocritical manner, "Excuse me. Can you help yourself first We have

another honoured guest to serve."

"Hmm." Joyce waved her hand.

Snobbery was not something she didn't understand. It was just that she wasn't originally from this

world. She stayed here just a few days with nothing to care about.

In the future, she would have nothing to do with him.

What a coincidence, the guest was none other than Shelly who wss on the second floor.

When Shelly walked out of the fitting room, she caught a glimpse of Joyce.

Joyce, the liar, was still in the Warner family, and my brother didn't kick her out even though she was

cheating on him.

Shelly was so upset that she had to teach Joyce a lesson today.

"I'll take all of these." Shelly handed the dresses to the clerk for checkout while keeping her eyes on

Joyce.

She secretly put an expensive silk scarf into Joyce's backpack on the couch when she wasn't noticing.

Joyce was bored and looked at clothes for a while. Seeing that Luther kept busy outside the store, she

picked up her backpack, intending to leave.

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Suddenly, an ear-splitting alarm sounded!

The clerk shouted up, "Don't leave!"

Joyce was confused and stopped.

The clerk stepped forward and grabbed Joyce's backpack and immediately found out the silk scarf

inside the bag, "Oh my God! You stole the scarf! So you're a thief! Security! There's a thief!"

Joyce went blank. How could she have a silk scarf in her bag?

Security guards approached and were ready to grab Joyce.