Chapter 363

"Charlotte is the daughter of the Heath family, and you want to just get

rid of it?"

“I really can't figure out, our two families are friends, there is a marriage

contract, Charlotte is beautiful, good-hearted, and she saved your life,

and she was pregnant with a child! Just what is it so good about

Joyce?"

Jacqueline was really mad.

How could her son be just so disobedient?

Luther looked at Jacqueline askance and said lightly, "My mind is made

up. I won't get married to her, and I won't have this child. No matter

what your plan is, it won't work out the way you want it to."

"You!" Jacqueline almost gasped, "Just you wait, you're going to regret

this.”

"Huh." Luther sneered in disbelief.

He turned around and walked out of the box, paying no more attention

to Jacqueline.

Jacqueline repeatedly took deep breaths and managed to control the

rage.

Inside Riveria Haze.

After hearing Luther and Charlotte's conversation, Joyce turned around

and left the room.

She walked down the long corridor in a daze, and the soft carpet was

so quiet, like she was stepping on cotton.

Her mind was blank, and her whole body seemed to be floating in the

clouds, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The words she just heard were repeatedly replayed in her mind.

"Joyce owns 10 percent of R&S Group, which you understand is

astronomical, and there's no way I'm going to let her leave my side."

Oh, was that so?

Was it because of the shares that the attitude towards her had changed

since they came back from Hill Benjamin?

More intimate? More impatient? Was it all because of the shares?

Impossible to let her go ...

It's ridiculous, she's never been anything but herself, and she was

never some object that anyone could control.

“I've heard that in many powerful families, after the men marrying their

wives, they would take their lovers abroad to get a license, which

sounds not bad to me..."

The rich people did this. She also heard of it from the news and

magazines, it was not at all some uncommon thing that a rich man and

a mistress went overseas to receive a license. A mistress was a

mistress, the license from a foreign country was not going to change it.

Charlotte was really quite generous. Because of love, and because of

the child, she would like to compromise, and could even openly tolerate

the existence of other women.

Charlotte could put up with it, but she can't.

The more Joyce thought about it, the angrier she got, the faster she

walked, and finally she almost jogged down the corridor, wanting to get

out of here as soon as possible.

She walked too fast, and finally bumped into an old man with a crutch

in his hand.

“I'm sorry.” She hurriedly stopped, bowed her head, and held the old

man steady.

Luckily, it didn't knock him over.

At that moment, she recognized the military uniform this old man was

wearing. Wasn't it the one she had secretly seen in the box just now?

Could it be that the person in front of her was Charlotte's grandfather?

“It's okay." Rodney steadily held the crutches. Although he was old, and

his limbs were not as agile and strong as before, he was still a soldier

and he would not be easily knocked down by a little girl.

"Grandpa, it's good that you're okay, I'm sorry. I have things to do, I'll go

first! Sorry!"

Joyce repeatedly bowed her head and apologized.

The moment she lifted her head.

Rodney saw her face and froze in place, and his hand clutching his

cane was unable to stop trembling, as if he could not believe what he

saw before him.

By the time he reacted, Joyce's figure had already disappeared at the

end of the corridor.

"Mia! Mia!"

Rodney was so anxious that he turned his head to look around, who did

he just see? It was the Mia he had been longing for!

"Mia! Mia!"

He shouted out of breath.