Chapter 950


    "Forget it. I don’t want to argue with you. You just can do what you love."


    She got up, ready to leave.


    Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she turned around sharply and questioned, "What was Mr.


    Henderson talking about by substitute? What did that mean?"


    Luther froze, overwhelmed by her question.


    Justin doesn''t know that Zora was Joyce and must think that he liked Zora just because Zora had a


    simr temperament to Joyce.


    However, Joyce did not know that he had already figured out her identity.


    If Justin hadn''t pointed it out, it didn''t ur to him that Joyce might mistakenly believe that he was


    approaching her in search of a "substitute".


    God, what logic was this? He was getting himself so confused.


    How could he exin to her that he actually knew she was "her"?


    When Joyce noticed that he didn''t say anything, she was even more convinced that he really saw her


    as a substitute for "herself"... Was that why he clung to her all day long? She frowned deeply and


    suddenly felt very unhappy in her heart.


    But on second thought, what was she so angry anyway?


    "Mr. Warner, you don''t have anything to exin? I''m a substitute?" She asked unrelentingly.


    Luther had such a headache. He looked up and felt really clueless. He simply asked, "Could it be that


    you are jealous?"


    Joyce''s face darkened, "Jealous your ass! Boring!"


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    It was obvious that he should exin, but he kicked the ball back to her. What a cunning man?


    "I ... I remembered that I have a few people I need to visit tonight. I''ll go talk to them for a few minutes."


    Luther stood up and unnaturally cleared his throat.


    Then, he hurriedly left his seat.


    If they continued, it would only get more awkward.


    Joyce stared hard at his back as he left and she gritted her teeth.


    This man could not give her a proper exnation and chose to escape in the end.


    She turned her head and looked around. Strangely, Juanita had clearly said that Charlotte woulde.


    But she hadn''t seen Charlotte so far.


    Could it be that Charlotte had been resting at the backstage?


    What exactly was Charlotte doing here tonight?


    At the lounge for the charity party.


    Charlottezily reclined on the sofa. She got nothing better to do and kept checking her phone.


    If it weren''t for the fact that she needed to represent the military tonight and go up on stage to receive


    flowers from the donees, she wouldn''t want toe to any charity party, especially the ones about


    orphans.


    Cecelia donated arge sum of money to the orphanage every year, and the military had always done


    a good job in caring for orphans.


    However, she grew up in an orphanage and now she has gained power and money.


    Growing up in an orphanage had be a ck spots for her.


    Whenever she attended an event like this, people always mentioned her past.


    They kept just thanking her for her support of the orphanage charity...


    Or they would be asking her bullshit like whether it was because she had grown up in an orphanage


    that she felt so grateful and she was so supportive of charity.


    Every time she heard such questions, she was particrly annoyed and just wanted to smash a punch


    in their face.


    Yet she still had to pretend to smile and ept everyone''s blessing. She could barely hold her anger


    back.


    Tonight, she deliberately stayed in the lounge a little longer and went straight outter to ept the


    flowers and get the job done.


    At that moment, the door of the lounge was gently pushed open.


    The person who came in was none other than Juanita.


    Some items for the charity party were left in the lounge. Juanita wasing in to get her things, and


    she didn''t expect that Charlotte would be in there all the time.


    When Charlotte saw that it was Juanita, her eyebrows knitted up.