Chapter 862

When the clock stroke eight, a slightly more escalating tune was played

in the ballroom.

It was a light and cheerful tone.

Charlotte slowly walked down from the top of the revolving staircase..

Today she was dressed very grandly. Her long nude-color dress was

covered with sparkling crystals, and her long hair was pulled up high,

with jewel-studded hairpieces on both sides.

Her neck and wrists were all covered with jewelry.

Her jewels seemed to be an extension of her long dress, extravagant

and luxurious.

Joyce stood in the middle of the crowd and looked at Charlotte coldly.

Over the years, Charlotte had not changed much. She still had all those

fake smiles on her smile.

She looked like the purest and loveliest flower you could possibly find

on earth, but in fact she was just a vicious snake inside.

When Joyce was at the International Exhibition Center, she only had a

quick glimpse of Charlotte, but today, when she was finally able to see

her up close, she felt endless anger coming up in her chest.

She had a glass of red wine in her hand.

The glass, clutched tightly by her, kept shaking because her fingers

kept trembling, and the liquor in the glass kept swirling, flashing eerily

under the dazzling and blinding spotlights.

She took a deep breath, and then another, in order to suppress her

anger.

Even though she didn't marry Luther, Charlotte was still doing so well.

She was, after all, the daughter of the high and mighty warlord, and

now she was married to Otis, so of course, she could have whatever

she wanted.

And that poor daughter of hers, who did not survive, had to lie

underneath the cold ground.

How could she not avenge her poor Iris?

She must, for sure, pull Charlotte down from the clouds.

Charlotte deserved nothing more than to stay in hell and suffer the

worst pain!

She adjusted her breathing and slowly made her way through the

crowd to the front.

Charlotte made a high-profile appearance, nodding frequently to

everyone present.

People in the ballroom all congratulated her, "Congratulations! Happy

Birthday!"

Charlotte put on a warm smile and nodded.

Some celebrities, with envious eyes, looked at the luxurious jewelry

Charlotte was wearing, which was simply too extravagant.

One of them even approached and said, "Mrs. Robertson, you look so

stunning today. And we simply look too shabby next to you. Were these

all custom made? They're so beautiful!"

Charlotte lifted her chin in triumph.

That's the effect she wanted.

She's almost depressed. Since her scandal came to light four years

ago, she's been practically locked up in the old house.

Her luxury items, designer bags, and limited edition custom made

clothes were hardly ever used.

There were indeed private small gatherings, but she hadn't attended a

lively occasion like this for a long time.

Her vanity, tonight, was greatly satisfied.

She couldn't tell them how happy she was.

At this point, Joyce walked straight to the front, just two steps away

from Charlotte.

Her burgundy gown and Charlotte's nude dress formed an instant

contrast.

Although her black mink shawl and black Drill buckle handbag looked

simple, they set off her beauty better.

Without any jewels, her radiant neck, sexy collarbone, sexy side face,

and perfect ears, however, showed the beauty of her own skin and

curves.

Her long waves of large curls were randomly scattered across her

chest, which added to her wild sexiness.

Joyce was just like a red rose that had bloomed in a garden of white

roses.

Not only Charlotte but also everyone around her was instantly dwarfed.

All the jewels on her body seemed particular vulgar in front of her

natural, wild and simple beauty.