Chapter 866

Joyce pissed off Charlotte and she shrugged her shoulders, apparently

in a good mood.

What happened just now had been seen by all the celebrities and wives

all around. Indeed, it was Mrs. Robertson who wanted to hit the woman

in red.

And the woman in red stopped her just to protect herself.

Then she kindly made a toast to Mrs. Robertson, but Mrs. Robertson

simply would not let go. She spilled the wine, resulting in her own

wretchedness. Finally, the disgraced Mrs. Robertson left the scene in

anger, but that was certainly the fault of the woman in red.

Among the guests, the men all cast admiring glances at Joyce.

How could there be such a woman suddenly in the Capital?

While their wives had been considering Joyce from a far, too. Although

they hadn't seen her before, they all cast envious glances.

They envied her for her beauty, envies her for the attention she got,

and even hated her for stealing all the limelight tonight.

Joyce didn’t care about the stares.

From the dining table, she selected a dessert for herself and, at the

automatic coffee machine, made a small cup of espresso.

She savored her dessert and sipped her fragrant coffee.

She laid back on a sofa and relaxed.

Her eyes traveled back and forth among the crowd in the banquet hall.

Just now, when Charlotte was looking for trouble, Otis was talking to

someone outside on the terrace, and that gave Charlotte the chance

she had been looking for. Charlotte came to her immediately when she

found that Otis was not paying attention to them.

Strangely enough, Luther had also been missing.

Since he stepped out of the elevator and caused a sensation among

the celebrities, he soon disappeared.

And she had no idea where he went.

Joyce raised her wrist to check the time, and put down the coffee and

plate in her hand. She had already eaten enough.

It's getting late. She would only stay a little longer and then she should

get ready to leave Capital Club.

Since they had been here today and got their job done, of course, they

could leave now.

She decided to walk around a bit and hopefully she could find Luther.

Meanwhile.

After Luther entered the ballroom, he was actually extremely disgusted

with a party like this.

Any second longer he spent here would be such a torture, and, what's

even worse, this was Charlotte's birthday party.

He made it to the platform of the escape stairs before Charlotte came

out.

It was relatively quiet there.

Since he had bumped into Anderson at noon today and suspected that

Anderson was probably his son, he was almost overwhelmed by the

uncertainty and he was both excited and scared.

He felt afraid. What if he was really wrong, and Zora was not Joyce,

and Anderson was not his child? What should he do? The fire of hope

was finally lit up in his long desperation, and if once again it was

mercilessly extinguished, he felt he could no longer hold on any longer.

Meanwhile, he was looking forward to it.

He was looking forward to knowing the results.

There had been too many details that were telling him that Zora was

Joyce. For one thing, the night when he cut himself, apparently, she

had used the code to open the door to enter his presidential suite for

the medical kit.

How could she know Joyce's birthday if she was not Joyce herself?

At this moment, he was both nervous and frightened, and both eager

for a result and fearful of the possible disappointment.

He was tormented between the two possibilities.

He sat on the edge of his seat, spending every second like a year, and

finally, couldn't resist calling Casey.

"Hey, did you send the samples? What did the identification agency

say?"

As soon as Casey got on the phone, Luther couldn't resist asking.