Chapter 159

Khebury downtown penthouse apartment.

This was a symbol of status for the powerful and noble, and only the

top tycoons were qualified to move in. Looking down from the top floor,

the whole city was full of majestic buildings, with all the lights and

prosperous and beautiful scenery in full view.

Shelly sat slumped on the living room carpet, tissues thrown around

her.

She kept crying and couldn't stop crying.

Charlotte came to Shelly's home tonight and stayed by to comfort her

and keep her company.

Shelly thought of Joyce exposing her in public today, thought of her

brother throwing her out of the project team without mercy, thought of

all she had encountered today, thought of everything she had done

being completely exposed, and thought of how embarrassed she had

been today.

She suddenly roared with hideous fury, "Joyce, I want you to die a

horrible death!”

She exploded all the emotions inside her.

When she looked at Shelly's hideous, twisted, and crazy look, even

Charlotte was stunned. She had always thought that Shelly was

arrogant, capricious, temperamental, and brainless, but she never

thought that she could be so vicious.

However, it might not be a bad thing for her. The enemy of an enemy

was supposed to be a friend.

“You should wipe your tears, and your eyes are swollen. If Auntie

comes back and you are like this, she must be so worried." Charlotte

persuaded while handing over tissues.

"Tell me, what's so good about Joyce that my brother is so biased

toward her and doesn't give me any face.” Shelly sobbed, her

shoulders shaking incessantly.

"When I was young, my brother loved me. I grew up in poor health, and

I had heart surgery. They never wanted me to suffer any pain, just

afraid that it might hurt my heart. They spoiled me, and my brother was

never mean to me, let alone hit me. Even if I do something wrong, he

would at most give me a few words of advice.” The more she said, the

more aggrieved she was.

At the moment, with the five deep red marks on her face, she just

looked pitiful.

Charlotte sighed and hurriedly got up to bring an ice pack, "Here, let's

use an ice pack on your face. Your whole face is swollen. Luther hit you

too hard."

Apparently, Charlotte's words irritated Shelly even more.

She covered her cheek and she was so sad, "Since Joyce came to our

house, he has been mean to me several times. Today, he even hit me!

He never bothered to touch a single finger of mine, and when I broke

the golf club he loved when I was younger, he didn't even bother to

scold me. Now he even hit me for Joyce! You say, is my brother

spellbound by Joyce?"

These words poked Charlotte in the heart.

She stopped her curses from time to time, trying desperately to hide

her madness.

There were signs that Luther was becoming more and more attached to

Joyce, and from an onlooker's point of view, it looked like he had really

fallen in love with the woman. Maybe he just didn't know it. When she

thought about it, she couldn't help but stroke her flat belly. The only

thing she could hold on to Luther now was the child in her belly. She

could only hold him back with responsibility.

"What would you do if my brother really got hooked on that bitch?

You're so pathetic, and you're still pregnant with a baby.” Shelly hugged

Charlotte and cried out in pain, "I truly want you to be my sister-in-law."