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Chapter 915 The Perfect Love.

Damien walked up to Joyce’s side. His tall and noble body immediately protected Joyce behind him. He

asked in a low voice, “Joyce, are you alright?”

Joyce calmly shook her head, “It’s alright.”

Emery had just met Dutton, hence, she did not know Joyce, but she recognized Damien at a glance.

Her eyes quickly lit up.

At this moment, Damien’s cold and sharp eyes fell on Emery’s face. Ile pursed his lips and said in a

deep voice, “Who gave you the courage to cause trouble here?”

Emery’s heart sank. She did not expect that Damien would actually protect the maid, Joyce.

When she saw Joyce a while ago, she was jealous that she had a face of a vixen. It seemed that her

face had already fascinated the world’s richest man.

Emery immediately said, “Mr. Robert, don’t be deceived by this woman. She’s good at seducing

men!”

The onlookers gazed at Emery like an idiot.

Someone said, “Tell me, who did Miss Joyce seduce?”

“She seduced my man, Dutton!” Emery muttered confidently.

Everyone in the audience couldn’t help but laugh, “Are you talking about Mr. Green?”

Emery immediately sensed that something was wrong, it was as if everyone was laughing at her and

didn’t believe her words.

Emery immediately became anxious. “What I said is true. This Joyce used to be a maid of the Green

family.’

Damein’s handsome eyebrows sank, and it was covered with a cold haze. He did not allow anyone to

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make irresponsible remarks about Joyce…

He wanted Emery to disappear.

But in the next second, he was shocked by Emery words, “And, Dutton didn’t sleep with her, that shows

that Dutton never loved her, but me!”

Damien froze.

In the luxurious room that day, Dutton had praised Joyce’s bed skills in front of him, but now, Dutton’s

new lover told him that Dutton had never touched Joyce.

“What I said is true, Dutton told me all of this!” Afraid that her words wouldn’t be believed, Emery

nodded her head firmly.

Damien’s heart inexplicably pounded heavily, and at this moment, voices in his head were telling him

that nothing had happened between Joyce and Dutton!

Staring at Joyce, who was before him, Damien wanted to hold her in his arms, but he restrained

himself. He would have the time to hold her as much as he wanted when the wedding was over. Now,

he had to deal with Emery.

Damien looked at Emery, and lightly pursed his thin lips, “Do you think that with me around, Joyce

would take a fancy to someone like Dutton?”

With that, Damien stretched out his arms and wrapped around Joyce’s soft waist, domineeringly

swearing his oath of sovereignty,

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Emery stiffened. “Mr. Robert, don’t be fascinated by her beautiful face. She’s not a good person.”

Damien slowly narrowed his phoenix eyes, “Are you sure you want to say this about my wife?”

Emery’s expression changed, and she was suddenly at loss for words.

She looked at Damien in disbelief, then, she turned and looked at Joyce.

Emery suddenly remembered that today was the world’s glorious wedding. And Damien was about to

get married. It turns out that Joyce was his wife.

At this moment, Dutton hurriedly ran over. He already knew that his lover was in trouble.

Once he reached where they stood, he raised his hand and slapped Emery in the face.

“What’s wrong with you? Do you want to die? How dare you defy Mrs. Robert?” Dutton scolded angrily.

Emery was completely embarrassed. She already knew that she had caused a huge disaster, so she

covered her red and swollen face and begged Joyce for mercy, “Mrs. Robert, it’s my fault, it’s my fault.

Please, just spare me.”

Damien wanted to say something, but Joyce tugged at his sleeve and said generously, “Forget it, she

doesn’t know me either, so don’t bother with her.”

Dutton’s eyes radiated as he stared at Joyce in disbelief.

At this moment, Joyce playfully winked at Dutton, “But Mr. Green, it’s time to repay the money you owe

me.”

Dutton instantly felt his soul disappear.

As expected, Joyce was still Joyce. She had a very high profile. It didn’t matter if she was scolded, she

just needed money..

The little drama did not affect anything. The wedding went on smoothly.

But Damien couldn’t hold it in anymore. He privately said to Elvis, “Elvis, I’ll leave this to you. Help me

drink two more glasses.”

“Dad, where are you going in such a hurry?”

Damien looked at Elvis, he asked calmly, “Are you the father, or I am?”

Elvis didn’t know what to reply.

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With that, Damien turned around and left.

Olive walked over. “Mr. Augustine, where is my dad?”

Elvis picked up his ninth glass of wine. Why did he feel that he had taken more wine tonight than he

ever did?

Damien couldn’t wait to enter the villa. He asked the maid, “Where’s Joyce?”

“Sir, ma’am Joyce is in the new room.”

“Understood.” Damien raised his long legs and quickly went upstairs, pushing open the door of the

new room.

In the room, Joyce was sitting on the bed in her wedding dress. There were countless gifts scattered

on the bed.

He saw that Joyce was so busy that she didn’t even take off her wedding dress. Her slender white

fingers quickly tapped on the abacus, and then she took the pen to write.

Damien calmly watched her. She was doing the accounting, and she did a good job.

“Ma’am,” Damien sat beside her, “You can do this tomorrow.”

Joyce did not look up. She refused, “No, I have something else to do tomorrow. Today’s task must be

completed today.”

Damien furrowed his heroic eyebrows. “Ma’am, have you forgotten what your most important task

tonight is?”

Only then did Joyce raise her head. She looked at Damien’s handsome face in confusion, “What do

you mean?”

Damien took out a treasure box and handed it to Joyce, as if he was offering her a treasure. “Mrs.

Damien, tonight…don’t you want to count the envelopes?”

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