Chapter 133

After saying that, Juanita dropped her hand quickly and buried her

head deeper, not daring even to breathe.

Luther took the paper towel and wiped the remnants of lip glaze from

Joyce's lips on his thin lips.

He then threw the paper towel into the trash can and left the dressing

room in stride without looking back.

Juanita looked at his distant back. Her boss seemed quite embarrassed

today, his eyes freezing cold. She flinched but in the meanwhile felt

fortunate that her boss did not tear her into pieces on the spot.

She walked into the cubicle and couldn't help but exclaim.

It was almost a ruin on the floor. What could have happened here? The

dresses were discarded on the floor, the table was now empty, the

combs were swept off to the floor, and there were various bottles, jars,

and tissue boxes lying on the floor...

Oh my God, she hurriedly knelt down to clean up the mess. It would be

bad for the others to see.

As she cleaned up, she thought of what she saw just now.

It just felt wrong.

Could it be that the boss was jealous? He did not want other men to

see how beautiful Joyce was? That's why Joyce was forcibly taken

away from the booth? Yes, just now Joyce's dress was too stunning

and even she, a woman, would think Joyce was way too beautiful!

She giggled, so that was it!

The other side.

Joyce ran wildly all the way to the remote warehouse next to the

convention center before she stopped.

She leaned her back against the wall, panting heavily to calm her

frantic heartbeat.

After all the while she had been running, the heat on her cheeks finally

cooled down.

Thinking about the humiliating scene just now, and what was seen just

by Juanita, she could not wait to find a hole in the ground to hide.

"Joyce, calm down. He's getting married to Charlotte, and he's having a

baby with Charlotte. You must come to your senses!" She kept saying

to herself.

It was not that she had never kissed Luther before, and it just felt a little

different today.

Under the same roof, she seemed to have had too much contact with

Luther lately and should try to avoid him in the future.

This was not a good way to go.

As she was catching her breath and smoothing her long, messy hair, a

figure emerged from beside her.

"Joyce, it's been a long time." The seductive magnetic voice rang out

beside her ear.

Joyce was startled, and when she saw the man, she frowned, "It's you?

What's your name again?"

The pure black suit, and the demonic and evil scribble appearance. It

would be quite hard to not remember such a man.

Christian pretended to be sad, "First time a woman couldn't remember

my name, you broke my heart." He gently patted his chest, "Here, it's

going to break."

"Stop it. I don't know you well." Joyce looked at him with a disgusted

face and turned to leave.

"Wait, don't rush! I'll show you something nice." Christian took it out

from his suit pocket, and the blinding silver light flashed in the dazzling

sunlight.

In his hand, there was a boomerang dart.

Joyce glanced over and her eyes blinked, not answering the question.

She remembered that the last time she used a boomerang dart to hit

the coffee cup in his hand in front of the cafe, the coffee then spilled all

over him.

She just wanted to teach this unreasonably arrogant man a lesson, but

she didn't expect him to notice.

How was this possible? The speed of the boomerang darts was so fast

that it was hard for an ordinary person to detect. Unless, of course, he

was not that ordinary.

"How is it? I wonder which one is better? This? Or the one Miss Joyce

was using?" Christian's sultry phoenix eyes narrowed and he asked her

with an evil smile, "Does Miss Joyce have any darts with you today?"

Joyce shrugged, "I've never seen anything like that."

Since Luther gave her the pistol, she no longer carried her darts around

with her. It's good, because she had been with Luther a lot recently,

and if she still took them around people might notice them easily.