Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel 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.