Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

In the camera, Justin was wearing a cool gray suit, and he looked just as handsome and elegant. His crystal clear eyes made him look aloof, lonely and cool.

“Hello everyone, in the future it will be me who will lead the Henderson family bank to even more dazzling glory, I will be committed to developing better Internet loans with lower interest rates to help more small and medium-sized entrepreneurs get started …”

On TV, Justin, always with a light smile, gently introduced several future changes to the Henderson family bank and the good news for the general public.

Joyce stared in awe, sitting dumbfounded, only to feel that she could not come back to her senses.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

It turned out that what she saw this afternoon, near St. Maria Hospital, was not a phantom, but the real Justin. Not only did he return, but he had healed both legs.

He stood up and walked to the front of the stage.

Finally, the elegant and gentle nobleman in the old days was back.

Watching the TV, Luther was also very shocked.

He knew that the Henderson family had always been haunted by their internal disputes. Their eldest son Derrick was in fact an illegitimate son, and Justin, however, was the Henderson family’s second son. Derrick was eight years older than Justin, so regardless of the bond of the brothers, they must all have fought so hard for their power.

Justin disappeared for more than two years, and Derrick finally took the position of CEO.

The Henderson family bank has developed moderately well in the past two years. Nothing really particular had happened.

Today, however, the Henderson family bank made a big announcement without warning.

Would the direct transfer of power to Justin mean that the structure of power within the Henderson family had changed?

Back then, how did Justin break his legs? And what was his relationship with Joyce?

Everything was a puzzle.

Luther looked at Joyce, who looked so confused, and his eyes darkened abruptly.

“Did you already meet Justin this afternoon?” He questioned in an icy voice.

“Hmm.” Joyce was in a trance, engrossed in the TV report, and subconsciously answered when she heard Luther ask her.

But just immediately, she snapped awake! Hell, she answered his question truthfully.

She turned off the TV in a panic. Turning her head, she met Luther’s bleak, cold eyes.

With a sinking heart, she waved her hand and explained, “Actually, I didn’t see him clearly, just in front of St. Maria Hospital, when he was sitting in the car and drove past me. I couldn’t be sure if it was him. I just thought there was some resemblance.”

After the explanation, she could not help but regret in her heart.

Why should she explain and be afraid that he would misunderstand something? What a contradiction.

“Huh.” The edge of Luther’s thin lips curdled into a cold, hard curve.

He finally understood that why Joyce would be so different after she came back this afternoon and she even tried to avoid him.

It turned out that everything was because her beloved Justin was back.

In the living room, the atmosphere was quiet, almost eerie.

Joyce suddenly stood up and said, “Let’s have dinner, I’m hungry.”

After saying that, she turned around and walked into the kitchen. She got two bowls of rice, which was made at noon, but the temperature had been kept just right. She then got two bowls of soup, set her chopsticks, sat down and began to eat.

The table was set with a variety of exquisite cold dishes.