You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 75
Immediately, she told the two colleagues the whole story of Charlotte’s pregnancy.
All three of them had a soft spot for Joyce, and none of them liked Charlotte very much, and all of them felt indignant.

Simply put, Charlotte looked gentle, usually also polite to them, but they always felt that the woman had a lot of secrets and won’t
really be friends with them.

So the three privately plotted to expose Luther and Joyce’s marriage status at the awards ceremony.
They wanted to help a little.

Anyway, it would stop Charlotte for now.

They had sort of helped Joyce a little.

“No, it won’t harm Joyce.

Just now you also saw Charlotte’s livid face.

She’s angry.’ A colleague smiled and pointed to Charlotte and Shelly not far away, with a naive smile.
“Don’t point your hand around!”

Juanita slapped his hand away, looked around and cautiously said.

“What’s been done cannot be undone! Do not be afraid!”

“Even if they find out,

the facts, and did not make anything up.’ “Well, that makes

that this matter should not be

colleagues stretched out a

Juanita each folded their hands over

backs of their hands and

of them knew it by heart and would all keep it

dead at the leaving backs of Luther and Joyce, and watching the Bentley

usually deliberately maintained completely collapsed at this moment, and her face was distorted

at Charlotte cautiously. Although she understood why Charlotte was angry, she was a little scared to see her

worry, there will be a

your health, you’re still pregnant.” She was just this close to what she had

not getting a divorce today, maybe tomorrow or the next day.’ Shelly held her affectionately and advised

moment,

if they handled the matter properly, and the president was married to the recently elected shining star, and they take advantage of the heat of the hype, the price of

the sake of the group’s interests, in a short time, it is simply impossible for them to divorce.” Charlotte

no one could have imagined when something like

clenched her hands tightly in hatred, the back of her