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.

fastest and most effective

no need to worry about the debt, so let’s solve the immediate difficulties first. “Three hundred

go tonight.” Justin’s surgery couldn’t wait any longer, right now, as long as the deposit was paid in full. The part-time

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

for the money, she would find a way to pay

didn’t want to

be precise, she didn’t want to

“What, I just gave you $500,000

you need me to come and stay at your house?” Joyce wrapped her arms around

“You…”

could she still be so righteous when she was asking him for money. Luther held his fire and spat out the word, “Deal.” “lll have my driver pick

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

to him, “Transfer me now.

stared at her incredulously, “And you’re afraid I’ll regret it?” Joyce shrugged, “Are

“You!”

fingers pinching the phone