A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“So, what brings you two here?” Joyce steered the conversation back on

track.

“We brought you some food–spaghetti bolognese. Eat up before it gets cold.” Alessia plopped the takeout bag into Joyce’s hands and nodded toward the nearby flowerbed.

“Thank you…” Joyce felt a wave of warmth. Out here on her own, the only people who still worried about whether she was eating well were these

three.

“Oh, by the way, there’s really nothing going on between me and him. Please don’t get the wrong idea.” Joyce looked Alessia in the eyes, her

tone earnest.

Alessia let out a light laugh and flicked Joyce’s forehead, not too hard.

“Silly girl!”

Rubbing her brow, Joyce couldn’t help but grin. She sat with the three of them by the flowerbed, finishing the pasta together.

After that day, Fortune started popping up in Joyce’s line of

sight–sometimes by accident, sometimes not. They didn’t interact much, just exchanged a few words about work here and there.

normal, yet somehow, the

them started to shrink.

What’s your assignment?” The university auditorium was

desk, checking

lifted the camera hanging from his neck

face but was a

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Chapter 420

great. See?” Fortune

see better–their shoulders brushing, and to

do that for anyone,” muttered a girl up on stage, perfectly put–together but wearing a sour

at her–she probably smells musty, and her clothes are so old they could stand up on their

conversation, mercifully, didn’t reach

the photos tonight. You look really good

said, his tone sincere.

Joyce tucked a strand of hair behind

you look a little tired. Welcoming guests tonight, you might want to put on some lipstick. I’ll take more photos–you’ll look

little embarrassed,

even own lipstick? I don’t think I’ve ever