Chapter 7

At that moment, some more curious people gathered around. The more they gathered, the more people wanted to know their relationship.

Joyce said it slowly and clearly, word by word.

"I'm, Luther, Grandma's ......" she deliberately paused again, making a cliffhanger, "nurse!"

When Luther saw Joyce surrounded by people, he approached her with a frown and tried to take her away.

He didn't expect to hear Joyce's shocking words when he first came over.

Grandma's nurse!

"puff" He was holding back to not to laugh but failed. The champagne in his hand shook, spilling some on the back of his hand.

Grandma's nanny. That was what Joyce thought.

Martha could never have dreamed of such a response.

It was clear that Joyce has lowered herself to a low profile, but she felt like a defeated peacock.

Did the nanny wear clothes that money can't buy?

She had the feeling that she wanted to fight, but did it in a wrong way. Obviously, she wanted to sarcastically insult the woman in front of her, but couldn't find a proper way to do so.

There was a kind of low profile that was greater than a high one.

Luther has never show the outburst before. Because of her, his champagne was spilled.

Martha, who was sharp-eyed and trying to deflect the embarrassment, immediately went over to her and said in a delicate voice, "Luther, let me help you." She took out a handkerchief and got close to him.

The strong, pungent smell of perfume was something Luther would have liked to avoid.

Joyce, however, pushed Luther at her convenience.

Coincidentally, the entire glass of champagne in Luther's hand was poured on Martha's chest.

Spectacular! It was like, from the valley slowly flowing down the stream, all the way to the bottom of the skirt.

"Ah" With a scream, Martha took a step backward and her smile froze. She was embarrassed at the moment, holding her handkerchief.

"You might wipe yourself first." Joyce suggested it with calm and collected face.

Martha couldn't say a word. Her expression twisted. She knew it was Joyce who did this to her, but after all, it was Luther who poured the wine on her. she couldn't even complain but clench her teeth and hold back, "Sorry, excuse me."

Martha turned back and rushed to the dressing room. Damn it. Her image was all ruined by that woman!

Now, at last, the banquet was quite a little bit.

Joyce smiled at Luther and raised her glass, "You're welcome."

Luther was dumbfounded and incredulous that she thought he should thank her for helping him get rid of the harassing woman?

He picked up a paper towel and wiped his hands, giving Joyce a sidelong glance. She looked refreshed.

This woman was really tactful. How could she use him to kill two birds with one stone?

He was worried about if she would be besieged by celebrities, but it seemed that he was overthinking.

Joyce was in a much more relaxed mood as she took one galss of the champagne, ready to take a light sip.

"No drinking!" Luther uttered a warning, reaching out to take away her glass of wine.

Joyce didn't move.

"Don't drink if you can't. And no more drunken behavior like last time."

After the speech, he turned around to walk away.

Joyce looked at her empty hand and thought back to the last time she was drunk. What had she done to make him so afraid of? She had no memory of it.

Last time she also slapped him in this face. Although he did not scolded her for it, he bore the grudge for so long. She twitched her mouth in discontent.

The crowd of spectators who gathered here before, all went away consciously.

No one dared to go up to talk to Joyce again. She was not easy to be messed with, so people didn't want to inquire something from her.

At this time, the hall lights rotated up, colorful, like bright stars.

The host of today's banquet was from the Heath family, the warlord in the capital of the country. And today's protagonist was the Heath family's daughter, who has been separated for nearly 20 years and finally found.

Today, the Heath family celebrated the recovery of their daughter with a feast.

Everybody was looking forward to seeing the warlord's descendant.

The lights focused on the top of the revolving staircase and the media swarmed up.

The flashing lights were staggered and blindingly dazzling.

With the flowers, applause and music, a woman in a white princess dress slowly walked down, covered with fine diamonds as the glitter of stars.

Fine eyebrows and almond eyes. Bright and charming.

The daughter was none other than Charlotte.

Luther was both surprised and shocked that Charlotte was the long-lost daughter of the Capitalthe Heath family, who saved his life that day.

The granddaughter of the military general, the daughter of the general. She was indeed the descendant of the warlord.

Joyce was also surprised that she hadn't seen Charlotte at school for a while, and she remembered that the orphanage's director Rachel had called them to identify their relatives and left their hair and nails for DNA tests.

Little did she know that it would be Charlotte who would find her family.

Along with Charlotte was her mother Cecelia. The identity of her father Ralph was too special to show up in the public.

Joyce could not help but looked Cecelia again. She was extremely shocked that Cecelia had indescribable temperament. She was more than beautiful, gentle, noble, truly a lady from the big and noble family.

Joyce was truly attracted by Cecelia that she could not help but take a few steps forward.

Charlotte slowly stepped down the stairs, passing by Joyce. Her lips curled up in a meaningful smile. Once she reached the top, she could think of the status and glory added to her body that she never dared to imagine. She became a princess-like celebrity from an orphan girl who used to be treated badly.

From now on, she, Charlotte, was also at the top of the pyramid.

She could get every single thing as long as it was what she wanted.

Joyce must not have imagined that all should belong to her.

Including ......

Charlotte looked lovingly at Luther with the softest smile.

He, too, will be hers.

There were more and more people who walked by and accidentally bumped into Joyce.

The handbag Joyce was holding fell to the ground. She reached out to pick it up, but was squeezed behind by the people beside her.

Cecelia passed by and leaned down to pick it up. She walked through the crowd and handed it to Joyce with smile. There was no haughty manner in her.

They looked each other. There seemed to be warmth flowing throughout the body.

What a healing smile.

Cecelia seemed to radiate maternal kindness all over her body.

Joyce had never been envious of anything, but at this moment she felt uncomfortable. She had never met her parents, and she truly envied Charlotte, who had found such a gentle mother. What more could she want?

"Thanks." said Joyce. Unfortunately she was already pushed further away by the crowd.

People surrounded Charlotte and Cecelia, sending their congratulations.

Cecelia introduced her lost and found daughter to everyone.

Her bright smiles spread across their faces.

Everything was extraordinarily beautiful.

As the banquet drew to a close, Jacqueline, Shelly, Cecelia and Charlotte sat on a sofa chatting. The two families were friends for generations, so they were naturally closer than other people in the banquet.

Shelly put her arm around Charlotte affectionately, "I can't believe you're the Heath family's daughter. I've never heard you mentioned it at school, you're so low-key."

Charlotte said modestly, "I just found my parents. There are a lot of things I don't understand, so I will have to ask you for more advice in the future."

"No problem." Shelly just loved to hear her talk because it made her feel comfortable.

Found out that each other knew Joyce.

Charlotte also pretended to mention lightly about having saved Luther.

She was sensitive to the fact that Shelly hated Joyce very much, and this was a good opportunity that could be used by her.

Then Charlotte complimented Jacqueline.

Jacqueline was delighted to hear it and said bluntly, "Cecelia, congratulations on finding such a well-behaved and virtuous daughter. She is so wise and likeable."

Jacqueline and Shelly were both surprised that Luther brought Joyce along.

They were worried that Luther would go public with the fact that he was married.