You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 11

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.

the Roman columns in front

it very well, Joyce could still feel the contempt and disdain

into

decor was even more beyond her imagination – crystal chandeliers more than ten

revolving staircase, slowly walked a

at Joyce with disdain, who was wearing white sneakers, an apparently cheap t-shirt, and dragging a worn-out trolley

and you just led her to the house? As they speak, another

it? You are the wife of

kind of person be my sister-in-law? I don’t

where Grandma and Luther lived. They both lived in the penthouse, one of the busiest places downtown, and tonight they

was in her college class, and she knew very well that

Shelly

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

to enter the automotive design internship program

get

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