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.

She was panting against the Roman columns in front of the door.

Mr. Arnold opened the door and made a respectful “please” gesture,

“Young lady, please come inside."

Although Mr. Arnold tried to hide 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 wet and

one of her suitcase wheels falling off.

But she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Joyce followed Mr. Arnold into the living room.

Inside the decor was even more beyond her imagination - crystal

chandeliers more than ten meters high, and walls plastered with

marble.

On the luxurious revolving staircase, slowly walked a noblewoman, with

a fashionable pearl necklace.

Jacqueline Mullen glanced at Joyce with disdain, who was wearing

white sneakers, an apparently cheap t-shirt, and dragging a worn-out

trolley case.

"Mr. Arnold, where did the beggar come from, and you just led her to

the house?

As they speak, another person ran down the stairs and was surprised

to see Joyce.

"Joyce? How is it? You are the wife of my brother?"

"Mom, how dare brother let this kind of person be my sister-in-law? I

don't want it! I object!"

Shelly Warner almost shouted.

Jacqueline and Shelly don't usually live in the main house, which was

where Grandma and Luther lived. They both lived in the penthouse,

one of the busiest places downtown, and tonight they were here all for

Luther's new bride.

Joyce was also surprised. Shelly was in her college class, and she

knew very well that Shelly had always looked at her unfavorably.

Little did she know that Shelly would be Luther's sister.

Shelly hated Joyce the most, and when Joyce was nearing the end of

her sophomore year, she skipped a year to get into their department.

Some time ago Joyce was again trusted by Professor Owens to enter

the automotive design internship program based on her academic

excellence.

She couldn't even get in herself.

Why? She's the daughter of the Warner family, the richest family in

Khebury, and she couldn't compete with Joyce in a project that her

family had invested in?

It's too much!

Now Joyce wants to be her sister-in-law and be head and shoulders

above her, how could she bear her anger?

At that moment, Luther just came home.

Jacqueline immediately came forward and advised, “Luther, you always

knew your business. The Warner family has a lot of money, so how can

you just get a license recklessly?"

Although he was her son, she was afraid of him from the bottom of her

heart. From the age of five, she could not control him.

“That is right. Brother, hurry up and end this hilarious marriage. Why

should Joyce share our family assets." Shelly echoed, "You can get rid

of a woman like her if you just give her some money."

Joyce couldn't resist interrupting.

"Can I have your attention?"

Jacqueline and Shelly looked at her at the same time.

"Don't worry about the property, I signed a waiver of property.” Joyce

spread her hands, except for 800,000, she didn't want any of it.

After a moment's froth, Jacqueline suddenly spoke, “Even so, Luther,

you're married."10000