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You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 949
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Luther was silent for a moment.

He slowly spoke, "You sure can’t let your past hold you back. | hope Mr. Henderson will also cout soon and not just wallow in

the sadness. This must not be what she wants."

He said as he pulled Joyce's hand under the table and held it firmly.

Justin trembled a bit. Yeah, if Joyce was still around, she wouldn't want him to be like this.

In the past, she gave everything she had to help him get back on his feet without complaint.

Now that he has fallen into the skind of abyss again, she must not want him to repeat himself.

But now she was gone, no one could ever find anything about her.

What was he living for?

How could he bear it that Luther, who should be responsible for her disappearance the most, had gotten away with it all these

years and found a new love.

"Huh. I'm not as thick-skinned as Mr. Warner. | won't just have a random substitute like you."

Substitute? Joyce was stunned. Did he mean her?

Justin gave her a cold glare.

His eyes were fixed at the hands of Luther's and hers that were clasped under the table all the time.

Although she looked different and had a different voice, she had a similar figure and temperament to Joyce.

Unexpectedly, Luther found himself such a substitute to replace Joyce.

"l just want to kindly warn you. Don't trust this man beside you, one slip-up and he'll have you in pieces." Justin warned her in a

cold voice.

Joyce was stunned when she realized that Luther had been holding her hand, and she hurriedly drew back her hand and smiled

awkwardly.

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"Mr. Henderson must have misunderstood something. Between Mr. Warner and me, it's a partnership, and that's all." She

explained.

"Let's hope so."

Justin grunted disdainfully.

He concluded to Luther, "Thank you anyway, Mr. Warner. | had prepared a blue diamond ring for my fiancée, and | have been

looking for a matching blue diamond necklace. Today I finally got what | wanted."

With that, he turned away with the wine in his hand.

Luther's handsface instantly turned gloomy.

By fiancée Justin of course meant Joyce. Damn it, had he known Justin was buying it to match sdiamond ring, he would never

let him have it.

Damn!

What fiancée? It's obviously his wife, and they even had a child.

He was so angry that he felt so stuffy in his chest.

Joyce looked at Justin's stubborn back and rubbed her brow. It had caused her so much of a headache.

"You care about him?" Luther nudged her. He was dissatisfied that after all these years, she still cared about Justin in her heart.

This knowledge made him extremely upset and jealousy flooded his heart.

"Could it be that, just now, you didn't letraise my card because you wanted to defend him? Afraid he'd pay more?" He pursued.

Joyce looked at Luther and she was speechless.

"Defend him? Including even today, I've seen him twice in total."

She took care not to say anything more, "And, what do you mean I'm afraid he'll pay more money? You think | don't know, charity

bidding is more about publicity.

Even if he paid 500 million today, he could earn the money back easily from advertising or something like that with his increased

fdue to the trade. Three hundred million for that old necklace, Mr. Henderson just got himself a good deal."

"So, you don't wantto make the money?" Luther raised an eyebrow.

Charity was a gof the rich, and it seemed she understood it quite well.

In fact, he had a rough idea in his heart that Joyce must have seen Justin's purpose and knew that Justin had a strong desire for this

necklace.

This was the reason why she took a few more glances at this blue diamond necklace.

In order not to make a scene at the auction, she just stopped him from bidding.

He said that on purpose, just to express his displeasure.

"You ..." Joyce was even more speechless, "How did you even get that conclusion?"

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