You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce dragged her trolley case, panting as she climbed the hill, looking down at her phone’s location every now and then.

No. 1 Sophora Street.

She didn’t realize that Luther’s house was halfway up the hill, and most importantly, there was no bus that could take her there!

Rich people really do like to live in the mountains.
She was literally walking on two broken legs.
She should have let his driver pick it up.

After quite some hard work, she climbed halfway up the mountain, and finally, she saw the mansion gate, which was surprisingly at the end of the road. Did he just own all the rest of the mountain?

When the big iron door slowly opened, Joyce was dumbfounded.
Inside, boulevards, neat lawns, shaped flowers, and fountain sculptures stretch on and on.

Very far away! An imposing golden European-style building stood on the hillside, shining dazzlingly in the setting sunlight.

Infinity, that’s about it.

Joyce was almost crawling when she finally reached the door of the main house.

against the Roman columns in front of

it very well, Joyce could still feel the contempt and disdain in his eyes. She knew she looked a mess now, with her clothes soaking

followed Mr. Arnold into

imagination – crystal chandeliers more than ten meters high, and walls plastered with marble.

luxurious revolving staircase, slowly walked a noblewoman, with a fashionable pearl

Mullen glanced at Joyce with disdain, who was wearing white sneakers, an apparently cheap t-shirt, and

and you just led her to the house? As

it? You are the

be my sister-in-law? I don’t want it! I object!” Shelly

usually live in the main house, which was where Grandma and Luther lived. They both lived

college class, and she knew very well that

know that Shelly

hated Joyce the most, and when Joyce was nearing the end of her sophomore year, she skipped a year to

enter the automotive design internship program based on her academic

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