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You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 72
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Chapter 72 For a while, the crowd around seemed to be boiling.

People were talking loudly and exchanging pleasantries.

“Joyce actually got married? Is it a hidden marriage?” “I didn’t hear about it, why so suddenly?” “Why didn’t we hear anything about it before?” Joyce was confused for a moment, and her heart missed a beat.

Her bright eyes swept back and forth to the bottom of a circle, only to see the crowd mingling, talking, and countless suspicious eyes are looking at her.

For a moment, she could not help but felt at a loss.

What's going on? They knew she had got married? How should she answer this question? If she answered no, it would be inappropriate for her to lie as a “shining star” in case someone else had evidence.

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But it was even more impossible for her to say yes.

After the awards, she and Luther were going to the civil service to get a divorce.

How could anyone ask such a question at such a critical time? Luther was also shocked, and a sharp edge crossed his black eyes.

Charlotte's heart was in her throat! She had been feeling restless since she got up in the morning.

Was something really going to happen? Taking this opportunity, Charlotte walked quickly to Luther's side and called down, “Luther, you're here too?” Luther turned his head and was surprised that Charlotte was here, “What are you doing here? You should be at home?” Charlotte smiled gently, “I'm fine.

It's such an important award ceremony.

Of course | have to cand congratulate Joyce.” The blue shirt reporter saw Joyce hesitate to answer, and he went simply straightforward.

He put his microphone closer, “Everyone, you can just check your phones.

Just about ten minutes ago, someone anonymously uploaded a photo of your marriage certificate in the Khebury forum.

At the sound of the words, the crowd was instantly like an exploding pot.

All of them took out their cell phones and opened the website with their heads down.

Sure enough, someone in the Khebury forum posted a photo of a marriage license anonymously.

The tand nhad been deliberately erased, but the photo of the two together was unmistakable. The red seal of the Civil Affairs Bureau was clearly visible.

What a beautiful match.

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“This man is Luther! Luther is the president of R&S Group! Luther is married!” “Khebury’s most valuable single man, Luther surprisingly married.

So many teenage girls will haver to wake up from their dream today: Soon people soon recognized Luther, a much more mind exploding headline for tomorrow.

The reporters were abuzz, no longer asking questions in order, but flocking to the event.

An overwhelming number of questions hit them.

“Miss Joyce, is it true that you are married to the president of R&S Group?” “Ms.

Joyce, how did you and the president of R&S Group meet? Can you tell us a little bit about it?” Joyce stood on the podium with a stiff face, feeling no longer able to maintain a smile on her face.

She could not open her phone to check about at the moment, but obviously what they said was true, and photos of their marriage certificate had really been post online.

“Is it all for the hype and for R&S Group that you won the Shining Star award?” “Is there something hidden about you and the president of R&S Group so that you have to conceal the fact that you are married?” “Could you please answer the question, when did you meet your husband?” “Miss Joyce, | heard that you were raised in an orphanage.

The difference is huge, can you adapt to marrying into a rich family?” “The President of R&S Group is one of the best known men in Khebury, may | ask how you cto be in his good graces?” “May | ask, by what means did you marry into the unattainable gentry?” Reporters ask questions all over the place.

Among them, many female reporters kept throwing dangerous questions at her.