You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Hit on him? Really?

Joyce was too lazy to argue, and she simply put her hands out, “Sorry, I was just having a crush, trying to win your trust, trying to seduce you. I wanted to climb the ladder to the upper class. I’m sorry, I’m sober now, I know what I am worthy of, I’m leaving.”

Her quick admission left him speechless for an answer.

To win his trust and climb the ladder to the upper class were all his sarcastic words just now, and now she was using them to drive him away?

Joyce straightened up and turned to leave.
She was so annoyed that she really didn’t have the energy to tangle with him.

Luther tugged on Joyce’s arm, “Wait a minute, I was just looking for you. Grandma is suspicious, and she wants you to move in with her today. I need your help.”

Joyce almost broke down. She had enough chaos here already, and he just had to find her more trouble.

“I can pay you, as much as you want.” Luther looked slightly disdainful. Since she was a gold-digger, of course, he could use his money to solve the problem?

Pay? When she heard the word pay, Joyce suddenly remembered that she still needed $300,000.

She had to admit that she found the deal pretty good.

the fastest and most

be much to ask for $300,000 more. There was no need to worry about the debt, so let’s solve the immediate difficulties first. “Three hundred thousand.” She heard herself say

and I’ll go tonight.” Justin’s surgery couldn’t wait any longer, right now, as long as the deposit was paid in full. The part-time online job she did, and her internship would also pay enough for his

too much involvement with the man in front of her. She had no choice if she wanted

she would find a

want to owe

didn’t want

her almost sarcastically, “What, I just gave you $500,000 and you’ve spent it so quickly? Woman,

come and stay at your house?” Joyce wrapped her arms around

“You…”

Luther held his fire and spat out the

up his phone and looked down to enter her number, “No need, send

back to him, “Transfer me now. The money to this account and I’ll be

afraid I’ll regret it?” Joyce shrugged, “Are

“You!”

gasped, his long fingers pinching the phone