Female Novel
Chapter 862
When the clock stroke eight, a slightly more escalating tune was played in the ballroom.
It was a light and cheerful tone.
Charlotte slowly walked down from the top of the revolving staircase.. Today she was dressed very
grandly. Her long nude-color dress was covered with sparkling crystals, and her long hair was pulled up
high, with jewel-studded hairpieces on both sides.
Her neck and wrists were all covered with jewelry.
Her jewels seemed to be an extension of her long dress, extravagant and luxurious.
Joyce stood in the middle of the crowd and looked at Charlotte coldly.
Over the years, Charlotte had not changed much. She still had all those fake smiles on her smile.
She looked like the purest and loveliest flower you could possibly find on earth, but in fact she was justnovelbin
a vicious snake inside.
When Joyce was at the International Exhibition Center, she only had a quick glimpse of Charlotte, but
today, when she was finally able to see her up close, she felt endless anger coming up in her chest.
She had a glass of red wine in her hand.
The glass, clutched tightly by her, kept shaking because her fingers kept trembling, and the liquor in the
glass kept swirling, flashing eerily under the dazzling and blinding spotlights.
She took a deep breath, and then another, in order to suppress her anger.
Even though she didn't marry Luther, Charlotte was still doing so well. She was, after all, the daughter
of the high and mighty warlord, and now she was married to Otis, so of course, she could have
whatever she wanted.
And that poor daughter of hers, who did not survive, had to lie underneath the cold ground.
How could she not avenge her poor Iris?
She must, for sure, pull Charlotte down from the clouds.
Charlotte deserved nothing more than to stay in hell and suffer the worst pain!
She adjusted her breathing and slowly made her way through the crowd to the front.
Charlotte made a high-profile appearance, nodding frequently to everyone present.
People in the ballroom all congratulated her, "Congratulations! Happy Birthday!"
Charlotte put on a warm smile and nodded.
Some celebrities, with envious eyes, looked at the luxurious jewelry Charlotte was wearing, which was
simply too extravagant.
One of them even approached and said, "Mrs. Robertson, you look so stunning today. And we simply
look too shabby next to you. Were these all custom made? They're so beautiful!"
Charlotte lifted her chin in triumph.
That's the effect she wanted.
She's almost depressed. Since her scandal came to light four years ago, she's been practically locked
up in the old house.
Her luxury items, designer bags, and limited edition custom made clothes were hardly ever used.
There were indeed private small gatherings, but she hadn't attended a lively occasion like this for a
long time.
Her vanity, tonight, was greatly satisfied.
She couldn't tell them how happy she was.
At this point, Joyce walked straight to the front, just two steps away from Charlotte.
Her burgundy gown and Charlotte's nude dress formed an instant contrast.
Although her black mink shawl and black Drill buckle handbag looked simple, they set off her beauty
better.
Without any jewels, her radiant neck, sexy collarbone, sexy side face, and perfect ears, however,
showed the beauty of her own skin and curves.
Her long waves of large curls were randomly scattered across her chest, which added to her wild
sexiness.
Joyce was just like a red rose that had bloomed in a garden of white roses.
Not only Charlotte but also everyone around her was instantly dwarfed.
All the jewels on her body seemed particular vulgar in front of her natural, wild and simple beauty.