You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 356

Riveria Haze, VIP box.

Today, Rodney of the Heath family came in person, and as a courtesy Luther came early to the box.

Jacqueline came even earlier and saw Luther walk in, her hanging heart finally could rest. Before she had been worried that he would not want to deal with the Heath family and simply would not come.

She hurriedly walked up and said, "Luther, it's good that you're here. The old Mr. Heath is old and not in good health, so when you talk later, be careful not to stimulate him."

Luther scanned the box, "Where's Shelly?"

"Oh, I told her to come back a little later, when the party started." Jacqueline said back.

"Well, don't let her get mixed up with it." Luther sat down on the couch, folded his long legs, and began to look through his phone.

He had heard about the reversal of the plot on the major forums today regarding the matter between Charlotte and Joyce.

At the moment, he was looking through the comments on the major forums.

He looked gloomy enough with his deeply furrowed eyebrows. It surprised him that even his fake marriage with Joyce was now made public, this must be the manipulation of those in the know.

Now, major online comments were all very unfavorable to Joyce, accusing her of being a homewrecker and calling for her to divorce and give up her position as the president's wife. Instead they all support the daughter of the Heath family and they asked to let the child have a full home.

He propped one hand on his jaw and frowned. It was time to talk to the Heath family.

A few moments later, the door of the box was gently pushed open.

Cecelia was dressed to the nines today, wearing an ankle-length white dress and holding a pearl-studded dinner bag. She pushed open the door, supported Rodney, and slowly walked in.

Rodney was wearing a military uniform and he looked just extra dazzling today with all the shining shoulder patches and those rows of medals on his chest. Although on a crutch, he was full of spirit, eyes shining. He was old, but age did not deprive him of the majestic temperament.

Luther had a natural respect for him.