Chapter 537

Joyce's heart skipped a beat, but then she thought, "So what if Luther

saw it? Anyway, they were about to go their separate ways.

At this moment, Luther stood at the intersection, his long body blocking

Joyce's way, his handsome features shrouded in gloom.

Close by, she could even feel a suffocating burst of negative air

pressure emanating from his body.

Luther saw everything just now. At the moment he did not look at

Joyce, his dark eyes stared straight at Christian, who was half leaning

against the wall not far away.

Joyce swept a glance at Christian out of the corner of her eye.

The usually lazy-looking Christian at the moment turned pretty serious

and his smile gradually disappeared.

It was the first time she had ever seen Luther and Christian face to

face.

The two men were now looking at each other, and there seemed to be

sparks shooting out. Their expressions were gloomy and appalling, and

it was as if they wanted to devour each other.

Joyce drew a cold breath. Although she guessed that there must be a

deep beef between Luther and Christian, she was still apprehensive

when she saw them face to face for the first time today.

She did not want to get involved in their disputes.

While their swords were drawn and they were ready to go to war, she

wanted to hurry up and leave, not wanting to get involved in the strife

between them.

However, just as she took a step, she was swept up into Luther's arms.

"Where do you want to go?" His voice was icy, and he took a napkin

out of his pocket, tackling her jaw with one hand and wiping her cheek

hard with the napkin with the other, with a look of disgust.

Joyce couldn't get away, he wiped the spot where Christian had just

kissed, so he must have seen it all.

She didn't want to explain either and angrily scolded, "Let go of me."

Luther did not listen to her. The hard rubbing made her cheeks slightly

red, and she felt that if he gave even just slightly more force it could

scratch her skin. However, he kept rubbing it until he felt satisfied, and

then he let go of her jaw.

"Oh, Mr. Warner is so narrow-minded, treating the woman who is about

to be not his own, he refuses to let go." Christian gave a careless

sarcastic laugh with a disdainful expression.

"What are you doing here?" Luther snorted coldly.

"Yo, Mr. Warner is finally willing to open his golden mouth, it's been

years since he's talked to me." The corners of Christian's lips lifted in a

smirk.

“Let's go." Luther pulled Joyce and turned to go.

"What, a woman you don't want that I can't take over? Tsk, to be

honest, she tastes so good and evocative. I really want to go further ..."

Christian said slowly as he bowed his head and fiddled with the leopard

head ring on his middle finger, "I'll wait another ten days either way,

after that she's mine."

"Don't you dare!"

Such explicit and ambiguous words instantly angered Luther, his fists

tightly closed, and his rigid knuckles cackling in a silence.

"Why don't I? Does Mr. Warner still want to keep them both around

you?" Christian sneered, "You don't even ask the lady next to you if

she's willing?"

“You guys keep talking and leave me out of it." Joyce tried to leave,

pushing back hard, but she couldn't break free of Luther's shackles.

“You let go." Anger ignited her crystal eyes. She felt like a commodity,

being played with recklessly by the two shamelessly arrogant men in

front of her. Just neither of them was anything good.

"How do you know him?" Instead of letting go, Luther increased the

strength in his hands and squeezed her firmly.