Chapter 4

Married?

This time it was Joyce's turn to be surprised.

She didn't like the idea of being a third party in a fake marriage.

Luther, still indifferent as ever, snorted lightly, "You don’t mean, the marriage contract with the Heath family?"

Jacqueline nodded repeatedly, "That's right, that year our family and Cecelia Hurley really agreed that the eldest son and daughter will be married later."

"But the daughter of the Heath family has been missing since she was a child, and the Heath family is known all over the world for not being able to find her," Shelly interrupted.

"The Heath family is really going to find their daughter this time. They have already got some clues they say." Jacqueline said to Luther cautiously, "Luther, although our Warner family can be rich. After all, it was only business we deal with. The Heath family from the capital have firmly controlled the military power for a hundred years. You should understand the importance of this marriage. Marriage is not to be taken lightly?"

"Wow, a daughter of the Heath family, even nobler than a real noble." Shelly looked really envious this time. The Heath family was only second to the royal family when it came to power. It was no exaggeration to say the daughter of the Heath family was almost a princess.

Luther was just about to speak.

Joyce snaps, "I'm sorry, I didn't know Luther has a marriage contract. If you want me to do anything about it, just say it."

Marriage between these two families, so they could have both wealth and power each. Were they planning to conquer the world? How could she just stand in their way?

Luther plucked out a livid look at Joyce.

When she heard Joyce's words, Shelly finally saw the opportunity to do something. She immediately stepped forward and took Luther's arm affectionately, "Brother, you should hurry up and divorce Joyce. Professor Owens' project was invested by our family. No wonder she could get in, it was because of you, right? Brother, you have to help me get her out of this program."

"Ahem, you don’t mean Professor Owens' automotive design program? I got in that program myself."

Joyce couldn't resist interrupting and correcting her.

This fake marriage and how she got into the program were two different things.

"Stop it, who do you want me to blame for your not being good enough to get in?" Anyway, Luther still loved his sister.

And that was why Shelly was always a bit arrogant.

However, Luther knew that Professor Owens was an old-fashioned scholar who was so dedicated to academics and would not do such a thing for money. Moreover, this vehicle design project led by Professor Owens was very important to R&S Group. For the company, it was nothing less than a key to the whole global market.

He didn't realize Joyce could be part of the project.

There were just more and more interesting sides he could find from this Joyce.

He just could not imagine how Joyce could be so good at academics.

"Brother!" Shelly was so angry that she stomped her foot. How could she stay in school after this?

"Luther, hurry up and get a divorce. You cannot hide it, and there will be more trouble if the media finds out." Jacqueline worried.

"You are leading a wolf into the house. You won’t be able to even get rid of her if you want to in the future. Brother, don't be fooled by her."

…

"Shut up, all of you!"

They were all interrupted by the voice of an old lady. Despite the traces age had left on it, its former majesty was still undiminished.

At the end of the living room, an old lady walked slowly over with a cane.

Although her hair was already silver-white, her face full of wrinkles, Joyce could still see the grave fortitude in her heroic youth and imagine the stunning beauty she had when she was young.

"Grandma, why are you out." Luther rushed forward to hold her. He just loved his grandma so much.

On the contrary, he did not much of a feeling for his biological mother Jacqueline.

"I'm not dead yet. What, already thinking about dividing up the property?" Stephanie Chapman gave Jacqueline a fierce glare.

"Mom, I didn't mean it like that." Jacqueline lost her breath at once.

"I heard it all. Joyce is my granddaughter-in-law. If you don't want to share the family with her, just don't forget I still have some shares!" Stephanie raised her voice, exasperated.

Joyce saw Stephanie's face turn livid, so she went forward and said gently, "Grandma, you don't look well, please don’t be angry. You must take care of yourself."

Stephanie held Joyce's hand, looked at her kindly, and smiled with satisfaction, "You can stay here with no worries. With me here, no one dares to do anything to you."

"Yes, yes, yes." Joyce nodded awkwardly.

She grew up without a family, but Stephanie gave her a sense of kinship. She felt moved by her love.

When she first agreed to the fake marriage, she simply hoped that Stephanie could have no regrets in this life.

Jacqueline did not dare to say anything. Her mother-in-law Stephanie was one of the founders of the Warner family and owned ten times more shares than she did.

"You guys! Are you all hoping for my early death?!"

Stephanie stomped her cane hard and pointed to Luther, "You, hurry up and take the girl to dinner. Treat her well!"

Imperiana.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, at the top of the mountain, however, it was extremely luxurious inside. Without a premium membership, you just could not walk in however much you have.

Luther didn't know what was wrong with him that he would bring Joyce to such a place.

After Joyce had her dinner, he took Joyce into a private room on the top floor of the clubhouse.

Felix Saunders, Mathew Fleming were all Luther's best friends.

One was the son of a real estate tycoon, and the other was an e-commerce CEO.

The two of them were drinking and playing darts in the private room at the time.

"Luther, it's the first time I've seen you bring a woman." Mathew was surprised. What was wrong with this guy? Usually women were not allowed to stay by his side.

If they were just some outsiders, they might think Luther had some special tendencies.

Luther sat down next to the floor-to-ceiling window, and with the cliff and the hollow dark night in front of him, it was as if they would be dragged into this dark abyss.

He lighted a cigarette carelessly.

"She's my wife."

Felix froze for a few seconds, "Luther, what did you say?"

"I said, she's my wife." Luther seemed to have immersed in the cloud of the lingering smoke, dusted off the cigarette ash. For a reason no one could really understand, such a casual action as it might be, had exuded a fatal attraction. He was just so handsome.

After only two puffs, Luther put out his cigarette, as if he was afraid Joyce might feel uncomfortable.

"Shit, I can't believe you got married!" Mathew almost exploded, "And you didn't tell us? We never heard of your wedding even!"

"It was just temporary, so you guys don't have to care."

Joyce popped up with a smile.

Luther's cold eyes swept over.

At once, the air turned ice cold.

Felix seemed to understand what happened, so he immediately rounded up, "Come on then, since you are Mrs. Warner now, let's have a few drinks."

"I can't drink." Joyce waved her hand.

"Ma’am, here are the rules. We play a game of darts, and if you don't hit the heart you are punished with one cup, and if you miss the target you are punished with three cups. If you hit the heart we each take one drink. If you hit the DOUBLE, we'll each take three cups. That's three rounds of the game." Felix finished and squeezed his eyes at Mathew.

Mathew immediately understood, so he brought over a bottle of expensive strong wine on the table, took out three glasses and filled them all.

The fragrance of the mellow liquor floated all over the room.

Joyce corrected, "No need to call me like that, just call me Joyce."

"Ok, Joyce, can we start now? I'll show you first." Mathew finished and threw the dart in his hand.

Slightly away from the red center.

Not bad at all!

Felix handed three darts to Joyce, "Joyce, it's your turn. Do you want to try your hand at the darts first?"

Luther frowned. They had overplayed their hand a bit.

Those rules were apparently unfair.

Those liquors were all quite strong, and if Joyce drank three glasses, she would certainly fall down.

Felix and Mathew sure knew it all. It was just their plan to get Joyce drunk so that Luther could do something to her. They must think they do it all for the sake of their brother.

Luther stood up and tried to stop them.

But then he heard a few "swish" sounds.

Felix and Mathew only saw Joyce pick up three darts at the same time, twirl them around in her hand, and then raise her forearm.

When they turned their eyes back to Joyce again. Joyce was already wiping her palms with a towel.

And all these three darts she threw were left in the DOUBLE area.

The two instantly dropped their jaws in shock. She was so fast they didn't even have the time to see what happened.

What a woman she was!

"Gr … great," Mathew stammered.

"Three times three gets nine. Nine cups for each of you then." Joyce shrugged her shoulders and smiled blandly.

"..."

Nine glasses. The two of them must be so drunk today.

That should not have been part of their smart plan.

The two of them were on the verge of vomiting when they finished their nine glasses.

The two blamed and complained to each other.

Felix could not care about manners anymore lying on the sofa, muttering and complaining, "Damn Mathew, do you just have to use something this strong... "

Mathew, with a dizzy spell in front of his eyes and feeling like he was spinning all around, accused, "Dam … damn you, making up the rules of the ridiculous game ..."

Luther seemed to be enjoying what he saw quite a lot, and he slightly raised his eyebrows, glancing at Joyce.

This woman just could always surprise him. First it was the research program, and now it was the darts.

The way she threw those darts was not something that one could learn in a short period of time.

"Can we just go back? I need to sleep." Joyce, with a sleepy, impatient look on her face, looked over at Luther.

Felix and Mathew both dropped their jaws again.

This Mrs. Warner did not care too much about manners.

Joyce didn't realize how ambiguous her words were. She was really too tired and sleepy.

"Let's go."

Luther picks up the suit jacket he took off.

Then, leave.

Felix and Mathew looked at the backs of the two leaving and glanced at each other. God, something weird was going on!