You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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Joyce felt so relieved to stop the two of them from going crazy at the charity party.

She sat down smoothly in the seat next to Luther and gently patted her chest to smooth her breath.

She also heard all the chatter around her.

To be honest, she didn't expect that Luther would easily give up. With his financial power, it's not a matter of price.

She simply didn't want them to make a scene with their bidding contest. She glanced obliquely at Luther. He really was not what he used to be. If it were the old days, he would not have allowed such a thing to happen, and even less willing to lose to Justin easily.

So, she was not wrong and he indeed just gave way to Justin.

At that moment, Justin, who was sitting in the front row, turned around coldly and looked directly at Luther.

When their eyes met, an inexplicable electricity was seen between them.

Suddenly, Justin got up, picked up the wine in front of him, and walked straight to Luther.

People around, whimpering and holding their breath, were wondering what would happen next, and everyone was both expectant and nervous.

gently wrinkled his eyebrows. He deliberately avoided Justin every time, and never wanted to have a head-on

was his fault that Joyce fell off the cliff and he had been suffering from guilt. He also understood

he had found Joyce, he felt slightly

Justin must not have noticed the connection between Zora and

told Justin about

walking up to

he turned to Joyce in the end and smiled

was walking towards her. What was he going to do? She stared at

sorry that you didn't get to work with

of sternness in his clear eyes, "It seems that Miss

the reason why he

Henderson. I hope there will be opportunities in

shrugged her shoulders in

gaze, knowing that now she was Zora,

"It doesn't matter.”

Justin sneered a little.

him,

because he was so immersed in the sadness of her disappearance