Chapter 130

After dropping these words, Luther grabbed Joyce and pushed his way

through the crowd, dragging her all the way to the backstage dressing

room.

Martha was pushed into the car booth by Luther.

Although a little frightened and unsettled.

But out of her professional instinct, she immediately found her form,

and with a few elegant steps, she arrived at the vintage car with a sexy

and hot posture.

However, since there was Joyce as a contrast just now, immediately

Martha's red dress and makeup seemed out of place.

Joyce's dress and makeup were just a perfect match for today’s theme.

However low and sexy Martha's neckline might be, the crowd around

her just would not feel interested.

The crowd at the bottom "booed" a lot.

There was even a big uproar.

"Get off the stage, get off the stage!"

"We want the fairy just now!"

"Get off the stage, get off the stage!"

"Where is the fairy just now?"

Martha, embarrassed for a moment, hurriedly changed her signature

pose and leaned sideways against the side of the car, revealing her

long, slender legs.

As a top-notch supermodel, she had never suffered such disgrace.

She thought she could just do well when she returned to the stage

where she belonged. She didn't expect to be splashed with cold water

by the public instead.

Actually, her heart was secretly glad that Luther, seeing Joyce instead

of herself on the stage, was so angry on the spot that he personally

went on stage and drove Joyce down. She felt very happy and relieved

just thinking about it.

It seemed that Luther still cared about her.

When she thought of this, a sexy smile appeared on her lips, and her

chin was raised up high and proud.

Just from nowhere below the booth, the discussion had secretly gone

wild.

"Hey, what a pity that the fairy just now is gone."

"What the heck, Luther did it on purpose.”

"Didn't want us to see the beauty, he just wanted to enjoy it himself."

"Yeah, that makes sense, why else would Luther take off his suit and

wrap it around her?"

"Forget about it, they are a couple. It is just reasonable if he does not

want his wife to stand on a stage.”

Martha heard it loud and clear from the bottom.

Her face was blue and white for a while, and her facial muscles kept

twitching and twisting.

She was too stupid to understand the meaning behind Luther's move.

Luther actually did not want Joyce to be looked at by other men? What

a strong jealousy? Only a man who loved a woman deeply would do

that!

And she was foolish enough to think that Luther was helping her to oust

Joyce from her position.

It turned out that in Luther's mind, it was simply ok that she was looked

at by all the men, and he simply did not care. Joyce, on the other hand,

was something he wanted to hide and didn’t want to show to others.

Instantly, there was a sense of humiliation and she felt like she was out

for sale.

She stood on the stand feeling embarrassed. She felt like she was

poured over with a basin of ice water to the end. She was shivering

from the cold, and this blow was far worse than the constant "boo"

sounds from the bottom.

She was motionless and stiff, and her original professional signature

movements were all forgotten at this moment.

She had lost, and she felt she had completely lost to Joyce.

Both on and off the stand.

She could not say whether that was desperation or hate in her heart.

She just wanted to tear Joyce into pieces.

Luther dragged Joyce all the way to the dressing room.

There was no one in the large dressing room.

“Your own clothes, where are they?" He asked, holding back his anger.

"Ther..." She pointed at the cubicle to the left.

Before the word was out of her mouth, Luther had rudely pushed her

into the cubicle.

He closed the door with his hand.

He could not wait to take off Joyce's clothes ...