Chapter 129

At this moment, Martha was actually standing under the booth.

She was wearing the latest Dior red dress of her own, looking at Joyce,

who was on the stand at the moment. Her entire face was distorted, full

of embarrassment, and the flame of jealousy almost burned her out.

Obviously, she should be the one standing on the stand, enjoying

everyone's envy and jealousy. Obviously, it was a custom-made dress

for her, but at the moment it was on Joyce.

It's her own fault that she didn't bother to open the email for the day

they had sent her, and she insisted on wearing the clothes she brought

without even giving a glance at the custom-made dress. It was also her

own fault that she looked down upon everyone in the dressing room

and turned off her cell phone on purpose so that they could not find her.

The idea was that she would make a grand show up when they were at

their wits’ end.

Who knew they would let Joyce replace her.

Since she was a child, she had been in the limelight, and her parents

had raised her with everything they had, and whatever she wanted,

they would immediately deliver to her. The fact that there was nothing

she could not get except for Luther was exactly why she was

relentlessly pestering him.

Martha was really angry at this moment.

She felt suffocating.

She never thought that even a top model as she was would be

replaced by someone else one day. Feeling that the stage was taken

away from her, feeling that she was no longer important, she seemed to

be overwhelmed by a deep sense of loss welling up in her heart. Her

hatred for Joyce was even more extreme.

She stood under the booth, in a fiery red floor-length gown, like a joke,

sarcastically.

Luther sprinted up to the booth.

Joyce was smiling at the camera as she held out a hand in gesture.

A reporter next to her waved a hand at her and shouted, "Miss Joyce,

please look this way."

Joyce heard the reporter and tilted her head and looked over with her

crystal beautiful eyes. She looked at the flashing red dot next to the

camera, and her fiery lips blossomed with a smile as sweet as a spring

breeze. And the reporter almost froze there.

However, the next moment.

She was then pulled into a warm embrace.

At the same time, an almost violent voice exploded in her ears.

"What are you doing here?!"

Joyce couldn't help but cover her ears and close one eye. Her

eardrums felt like they were going to be shattered by his roar.

"I..." She was having a hard time explaining the situation.

Well, it was she who crossed the line. She bit her lips tightly and did not

make a sound. After a while, she sneaked a glance at him, his face iron

blue, anger unconcealed, black eyes burning fire as if they were to

devour her.

Her whole body shuddered involuntarily.

Not so much, it's not an unforgivable sin. She was just kind enough to

help, why was he so angry?

Moreover, even if they wanted to scold her, they could at least wait until

the end of the exhibition. What's wrong with him rushing up to scold her

in public now? Tomorrow, the news reports will probably be a mess.

What's wrong with him? Not even caring about the company's image.

Luther took off his suit jacket and fiercely covered her, with one arm

firmly anchoring her, and under the astonished and uncomprehending

eyes of the crowd, forcibly took her down to the booth.

Joyce was puzzled, why was the suit for? The dress she was wearing

wasn't revealing any part of her body? And it wasn't cold.

But looking at the furious man, she could not ask.

Quickly stepping down the steps, Luther glared hard at Martha, who

was standing at a loss at the bottom of the stage, and bellowed coldly,

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you go up?”

Martha didn't react for a moment, and when she did, she was pushed

by Luther and pushed into the booth, "Do your job."