You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce came out of Luther's VIP room in a hurry.

At the end of the hallway, she received a text message.

At first she thought it was Luther sending her a message and she tried to ignore it. However, it occurred to her that it could also be Karl sending her a message. After all, she was still waiting for the results of the analysis from Karl today.

Dwelling for a moment, she took out her phone and opened it to check the message.

Surprisingly, it was neither Luther nor Karl, but Charlotte!

"Joyce, today many things are coming to an end between you and me and Luther. There's something I want to tell you. You wait for me in the hall later. Okay?"

Joyce read the text message and frowned.

say to her alone today in the middle of her engagement ceremony? There must be something wrong with it. She was

to wait in the lobby, she would

so that she could avoid meeting

waited for a moment, but Joyce did not respond to her message. The corners of her lips hooked up in a sinister angle. Heh, to her surprise, she was ignored by Joyce. It did not matter though. She had got a whole day and the engagement ceremony would go on until the dinner. As long as Joyce was still here, she could always find an opportunity. She would get rid of Joyce this time, one way or another. Charlotte was waiting quietly at the entrance of the stairs on the third floor. When the ceremony began, she would walk from here to the second floor first, and then followed the red carpet on

far better than her debut as

to get down to the bleachers on the second floor from the corner where no one was

the corner, and saw Charlotte

Just the more she wanted to avoid Charlotte, the easier she would run into her. Now they

a bad luck. Charlotte was also stunned. She originally wanted to find a chance to set Joyce up after she walked into the hall and the

like Joyce just came down from

dress today. Its design was simple but it looked extraordinary. It definitely used the most expensive materials, and judging from its unique style, she thought it was certainly from