Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 126

"Where is our group's car model?" Joyce asked as she ate, "Why hasn't she come yet?"

"Yeah, oh, I'll call them and ask them to hurry up. It'll be too late for makeup." Juanita finished her

sandwich in three bites, took out her cell phone, and was just about to dial the number.

And right at that moment, they heard the sound of high heels, "Ta-da-da".

They all looked up toward the source of the sound.

They saw a flaming red sultry figure walking in, with an arrogant posture and an extremely low

neckline, sexy and hot.

A typical Martha showup.

When she saw Martha, Juanita's expression collapsed, "Joyce, it's over, it's over. I can't believe I forgot

something this important, Martha is the car model of the group, and she will certainly come today. It's

over. She saw you."

Fearlessly, Joyce met Martha's provocative gaze with a straight face and a natural smile.

Last time Martha just had to give in since she knew Charlotte and Luther were engaged. But then it

was revealed that Luther and Joyce had gotten a marriage license. How would she give in to Joyce

willingly? Alas, it was just that Luther didn’t answer her calls at all.

"Yo, Cinderella's here too." Martha looked down at the blue overalls Joyce was wearing with contempt,

"It's true that a chicken is a chicken, and you can't turn into a phoenix just by putting on feathers."

She had now learned her lesson from the slap Joyce last time and known better than to fight with

Joyce. However, she just would not give in.

Today everyone was here to work, and there were models from other companies around. Joyce didn’t

want to make things too awkward, so Joyce did not answer her at all.

Juanita vacated a table for Martha and smiled sweetly, "Please sit here for makeup." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

The other models looked at Martha, most of them with envy and jealousy, as Martha was a top-notch

model herself and her family was rich. It was the ceiling of their dreams.

Martha looked around in disgust, "No VIP dressing rooms this year?"

Juanita said with a smile on her face, "I'm sorry. We don’t have enough booths this year and there is no

extra room. I'm sorry."

Martha reluctantly sat down and tossed her clutch bag on the table, "It's so degrading to have me do

my makeup with them."

Juanita awkwardly asked the makeup artist to come forward.

R&S Group's make-up artists were the best in the world. The makeup box alone was worth a million.

"I want a thick makeup today. The more colors you use, the better." Martha said with her eyes closed.

"But, the theme of today’s car show is vintage nostalgia. You need to wear ancient costumes. I will try

to make it a bit more nostalgic." The makeup artist replied.

"What!" Martha opened her eyes and jerked to her feet, disgruntled, "I've always gone for the sexy

route. How am I supposed to show off my body if you guys make me wear vintage clothes? No, I won't

do it. You guys don't have to worry about the costumes, I brought my own Dior sets."

Juanita was puzzled, "But the cars on display today are all vintage models, and so are the plans. Didn't

we send you a copy before?"

Martha didn't even open it, "I don't care. If you can't meet my demands, you'll have to find someone

else."

"But," Juanita said, "I can't really change the plan on the fly, and I don't have that much power."

"Humph." Martha turned around condescendingly and walked away, dropping a harsh remark, "Then

call the one who should be in charge and come back to me."

"Hey…" Juanita stomped her foot in anxiety. It's all over, what should she do now?

At this time, the makeup artist's eyes fell on Joyce, whom she did not know, and asked curiously,

"Aren't you also a car model? I think your temperament is very suitable for today's outfit. Can I'll do

your makeup?"