Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Luther's lips are hung with a disparaging smile, but his heart was flooded with inexplicable suppressed emotions.

He did not know what he was angry about. Maybe it was that Justin met Joyce two years ago?

He found himself surprisingly jealous of Justin, jealous of the fact that Justin had seen the most glorious and beautiful past of Joyce on the field.

Damn, he was so angry that he suddenly raised his foot and kicked over a swivel chair.

"Damn it." Luther also realized that he had lost his temper and spun around, still angry.

Felix and Mathew looked at each other.

Why was JAXAH Corporation Bank involved?

It seemed that the Warner family and the Henderson family did not have a problem with each other.

What were the two of them playing dumb?

What's wrong with Luther? So angry that he had forgotten all about his manners?

The two exchanged glances and decided not to get into the mess.

"Ahem, I remember I have a poker game tonight, and it's late, so I'll go first." Felix was the first to leave. He knew Luther just so well, and he did not want to mess around any longer.

Before leaving, Felix shouted toward Joyce, "Joyce, your permit will be approved in a day or two. I'll have Luther bring it to you."

After saying that, he just left.

Mathew picked up his jacket and approached Luther and whispered, "Sorry, but that's all I know. I recovered the data from the database that was destroyed, and the only information I found was Joyce's award information and photos from the competition. Just sent you an email."

He patted Luther on the shoulder, "See you around then." Before leaving, he glanced back at Luther. Seeing Luther's face black and blue, he didn't say anything else.

Luther took out his phone, opened his email, and clicked on the email.

Inside, it was a photo of Joyce shooting. She was holding up a gun with one hand, and she looked just stunningly beautiful, yet on the VIP guest seat was the gentle, handsome Justin.

He looked up and saw Joyce's complicated face as if she thought about her old lover in the past, and the pain was undisguised.

He mocked lightly. Huh, so that's what it was.

It was such a past.

The range was so empty that even the staff had all known better than to stay any longer.

Luther walked up quickly, grabbed Joyce's arm, and pressed, "Why didn't you participate in the finals two years ago? Why did you quit in the middle of the game? What happened between you and Justin, and why is he in a wheelchair with broken legs?"

Joyce looked up in confusion, "Is it any of your business?"

"Yes, what does it have to do with me?" Luther laughed to himself, but he just wanted to know! "What's that look on your face? Justin's father, Garrett Henderson, cares particularly about power and wealth. You should not think about getting into that kind of family. You could have been a good champion, and enjoyed the glory on your own. But in the end, you fell all over the place. Is it worth it?"

"Haha." She suddenly laughed with a minute of poignancy, "First of all, I don't have a new lover, so what do you mean by an old lover."

Luther was angry and silent, she meant that Justin was never an old flame but she just loved him all the time?

"Besides, you don't know anything, so who are you to judge what happened back then? I did give up the finals, I gave up the championship, and in your eyes, I was using the tournament to meet Justin, the son of my sponsor, back then, and then trying to marry into a rich family at all costs. To this day, since you still see me that way, I have nothing to say." Joyce suppressed her anger and was about to leave.

Luther stopped her with his arm, "Garrett will never accept you, in the past, in the present, or in the future. I know Garrett, and you have no hope."