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You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 865
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There were even celebrities who quietly approached, expecting a good show.

Charlotte's mind was already completely filled with anger and she couldn't care less. She raised her hand and tried to hit that

gorgeous face hard.

It's a trick that's getting old.

Joyce's heart was full of disdain.

Even in the past, no one had been able to hit her, and even more so now that she had learned karate, Charlotte's little trick was

worthless to her.

She easily squeezed Charlotte's wrist and stopped it in mid-air.

Charlotte didn't expect to be caught when she tried to slap her.

She was not only caught, but her wrist was locked by Joyce in mid-air, so she could only maintain her hitting posture.

In this way, all the people around knew that she, Charlotte, wanted to hit the pretty woman in front of her.

Speople had gradually gathered around, whispering and discussing.

It's simply ... so embarrassing.

Charlotte felt as if she was being exposed in front of everyone. She bit her lip and tried to free her wrist, but she found that she

couldn't even move.

She cold only watch as more and more people cand saw clearly what she just did.

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Joyce narrowed her cold eyes, and cold words burst out from between her teeth, "Control your own man, if you can."

When she finished, she gently released her hand and sent Charlotte forward in a smooth motion.

Charlotte couldn't stand still at all and stumbled forward.

She flushed instantly, more embarrassed than angry.

She didn't expect that not only would she fail to teach Zora a lesson, but she was also set up by Zora.

She was done this time. She had always maintained a reputation for her gentleness and elegance, and now there was nothing left.

Joyce picked up another glass of wine from the table, smiled, and handed it to Charlotte.

"Mrs. Robertson, take it easy, and be happy. It's Mrs. Robertson's birthday. Here, I'll toast to you."

With that, she handed the glass directly to Charlotte's face.

In front of people, she showed her generosity, not only ignoring Charlotte's attempt to hit her, but also offering a toast.

This would only increase the contempt the others had for Charlotte.

Charlotte was so good at acting herself and she could certainly understand what happened.

This Zora was just so good at pretending.

She was so angry that she was about to grit her teeth.

Furious, she wanted to push away the red wine handed to her.

Joyce's lips showed a sly smile. Following Charlotte's action of pushing away the glass, her wrist was tilted, and the whole glass of

red wine was poured on Charlotte's dress mercilessly.

"Ah." Charlotte shrieked.

Her custom made dress was ruined just like that!

The original nude gown was instantly soaked and dyed an eerie red.

The red wine kept dripping down from her dress, and ruined even her fine silk satin shoes.

The embarrassment was added to the wretchedness.

The birthday party where she had wanted to show off well today instantly becsuch a misery.

"Sorry."

Joyce made a gesture to cover her red lips and made a surprised sound, "Do you wantto wipe it for you?"

She put down the glass of red wine in her hand, and smoothly picked up the rag on the table, and then she was going to go up to

Charlotte to wipe her clothes.

The greasy rag was about to touch the expensive gown.

Charlotte backed up repeatedly, so angry that her teeth clenched and she couldn't even say a word.

Suddenly, she stomped her foot, turned around and ran.

Right now, she could only go back to the lounge to change her clothes.

‘Damn it, Zora, it must be on purpose! You will have to pay for what you did today!”

The surrounding celebrities watched the good show and pointed at Charlotte's back as she woefully left. Their eyes full of disdain.

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