"Oh, I feel sorry for you. In my eyes, you're a jumped-up clown." Joyce looked at Martha, her lips curved in a perfect curve, and said clearly.
"What do you mean?" Martha looked incredulous.
"A smart and capable woman wants dignity. Only a stupid and humble woman prays for love."
Joyce sighed with a look of regret.
"You!" Martha's face turned res with anger. This woman called her stupid and humble.
Forgetting the lesson she had just learned, she raised her hand again and tried to hit Joyce again.
Only, this time, the person who stopped her was Luther.
"Don't overdo it." Luther fiercely squeezed Martha's wrist and warned, "Get out while I still have some respect for your father." The two families had been friends for generations, so he had to control himself.
"Where have I gone too far? You know full well I've loved you since I was a little girl." Martha's gorgeous face was full of supplicating expression, "We ......"
The sound of brakes interrupted her.
A modified high-class Hummer, that was, the military vehicle stopped beside them. It was equipped with bulletproof glass and extra-wide tires.
The car came down with an orderly soldier in army green uniform with a straight back, who trotted up to respectfully open the rear door.
Only to see, Charlotte stepped out of the military vehicle.
The orderly immediately saluted respectfully, "Missy, it's here."
"Hmm." Charlotte smiled and nodded. On her first day of internship at R&S headquarters, she wore a pure white Chanel suit with a black silk scarf tied around her neck, understated but uncomplicated.
Looking at the three people in front of her, she could probably tell what had just happened.
Martha naturally knew Charlotte, the main attraction of the last party, the daughter of the Heath family and the most recent hot topic of Khebury celebrities.
At this point she couldn't care less about Charlotte.
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