Novel Square
Chapter 27
Chapter 27
At that moment, some more curious people gathered around. The more they gathered, the more
people wanted to know their relationship.
Joyce said it slowly and clearly, word by word.
"I'm, Luther, Grandma's ......" she deliberately paused again, making a cliffhanger, "nurse!"
When Luther saw Joyce surrounded by people, he approached her with a frown and tried to take her
away.
He didn't expect to hear Joyce's shocking words when he first came over.
Grandma's nurse!
"puff" He was holding back to not to laugh but failed. The champagne in his hand shook, spilling some
on the back of his hand.
Grandma's nanny. That was what Joyce thought.
Martha could never have dreamed of such a response.
It was clear that Joyce has lowered herself to a low profile, but she felt like a defeated peacock.
Did the nanny wear clothes that money can't buy?
She had the feeling that she wanted to fight, but did it in a wrong way. Obviously, she wanted to
sarcastically insult the woman in front of her, but couldn't find a proper way to do so.
There was a kind of low profile that was greater than a high one.
Luther has never show the outburst before. Because of her, his champagne was spilled.
Martha, who was sharp-eyed and trying to deflect the embarrassment, immediately went over to her
and said in a delicate voice, "Luther, let me help you." She took out a handkerchief and got close to
him.
The strong, pungent smell of perfume was something Luther would have liked to avoid.
Joyce, however, pushed Luther at her convenience.
Coincidentally, the entire glass of champagne in Luther's hand was poured on Martha's chest.
Spectacular! It was like, from the valley slowly flowing down the stream, all the way to the bottom of the
skirt.
"Ah" With a scream, Martha took a step backward and her smile froze. She was embarrassed at the
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"You might wipe yourself first." Joyce suggested it with calm and collected face.
Martha couldn't say a word. Her expression twisted. She knew it was Joyce who did this to her, but
after all, it was Luther who poured the wine on her. she couldn't even complain but clench her teeth and
hold back, "Sorry, excuse me."
Martha turned back and rushed to the dressing room. Damn it. Her image was all ruined by that
woman!
Now, at last, the banquet was quite a little bit.
Joyce smiled at Luther and raised her glass, "You're welcome."
Luther was dumbfounded and incredulous that she thought he should thank her for helping him get rid
of the harassing woman?
He picked up a paper towel and wiped his hands, giving Joyce a sidelong glance. She looked
refreshed.
This woman was really tactful. How could she use him to kill two birds with one stone?
He was worried about if she would be besieged by celebrities, but it seemed that he was overthinking.
Joyce was in a much more relaxed mood as she took one galss of the champagne, ready to take a light
sip.
"No drinking!" Luther uttered a warning, reaching out to take away her glass of wine.
Joyce didn't move.
"Don't drink if you can't. And no more drunken behavior like last time."
After the speech, he turned around to walk away.
Joyce looked at her empty hand and thought back to the last time she was drunk. What had she done
to make him so afraid of? She had no memory of it.
Last time she also slapped him in this face. Although he did not scolded her for it, he bore the grudge
for so long. She twitched her mouth in discontent.
The crowd of spectators who gathered here before, all went away consciously.
No one dared to go up to talk to Joyce again. She was not easy to be messed with, so people didn't
want to inquire something from her.
At this time, the hall lights rotated up, colorful, like bright stars.
The host of today's banquet was from the Heath family, the warlord in the capital of the country. And
today's protagonist was the Heath family's daughter, who has been separated for nearly 20 years and
finally found.