That one sentence reminded Joyce of her shameful identity, and her face immediately turned dark. âWhy does it concern you? Besides, arenât you the same too! You mustâv e come in here because you hooked up with some rich men,â
Before she could finish speaking, Stella suddenly approached her. âReally? What evidence do you have?â
âIs there a need for evidence?â Joyce refused to give in.
Stellaâs eyes were piercing as she stared at her. âLetâs not talk about how I got here. Remember how every one of us saw
you getting beaten by Mrs. Smith? Maybe someone took a video and circulated it in the group...â
âYou...â Joyce suddenly panicked . âWho took the video ? Who could be so shameless!â
Stella said nothing as she stared at her, but there was not much hospitality in her eyes.
âJoyce, I donât have any grudge against you. It doesnât matter to me how you want to live your life, but if you mess with me again, you wonât be as lucky as last time.â
Her solemn tone stunned Joyce for a moment that she didnât even dare to refute.
With that, Stella walked away.
Joyceâs eyes were dark as she stared at her back and gritted her teeth.
Immediately, she touched up her makeup and left with her bag.
Only then did Guinevere slowly walk out of the cubicle. She looked at herself in the mirror as she recalled their conversation and curled the corner of her mouth.
Smith had just finished entertaining a client when he saw Joyce come over in a huff.
He was a little impatient. âWhatâs the matter with you this time?â
Initially, after the mess last time, he didnât want to have any contact with Joyce anymore. Nevertheless, she had some dirt on him!
He was a swindler who frequently changed his lover. However. he had a daughter at home, so he wouldnât mess around too much.
After realizing that Joyce had that intention, he didnât plan to let her have her way anymore, but he had no choice since she knew his secret.
Joyce could hear the half-heartedness in his words and was repulsed by it. But she knew he wouldnât do anything to her, so she hooked her arms around his and said, âNothing. Itâs just that I saw someone I hate...â
When Smith heard this, his face immediately darkened.â Remember your status. Donât go out and cause trouble for me!â
âI was doing it for you,â She wanted to explain herself, but he cut her off with annoyance.
âEnough. My wife doesnât know that I took you out. Donât cause trouble. None of us will have a good time if it gets to her ears!â
She took it in but felt indignant in her heart.
Why did she have to suffer such grievances?
Although she had Smithâs dirt in her hand, she was in a weak position. She only had that one card in her hand and didnât dare to play it easily. It was already good enough that she could use it to gain benefits. She wouldnât go overboard as she was scared he would lose his patience with her.
She was a little depressed. Just as she walked to a secluded corner, a beautiful figure appeared next to her.
âWhy are you here alone?â
Guinevere was so dazzlingly beautiful that people couldnât take their eyes off her.
When she appeared, Joyce immediately became a little nervous and hurriedly lowered her head to check her outfit, fearing it would
too embarrassing. âIâIâm just taking in the fresh air...â
âDonât be nervous. I just wanted to chat with you.â
Guinevere was holding a champagne glass. She looked gorgeous and aristocratic; her entire manner was unlike Joyceâs.
After a while, Joyce immediately rejected her.
âNo, I canât do that. I canât make trouble here...â
âYouâre with him only for money.â Guinevere reminded her, âAnd you donât like Ella either, do you?â