You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 256

DeNox.

The wind rose this evening and it was getting cooler.

The autumn breeze rolled with the remnants of the leaves flying around the sky, the dim street lights Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

shining, adding to it a touch of sorrowfulness.

The entire DeNox bar, decorated in pure blue tones, gave the illusion of tranquility, unlike other noisy

nightclubs.

In the lobby on the first floor, several foreign bands were playing music.

The beautiful violin and the mourning cello sounded like they were having a concert. However, the men

and women inside were just like those in any other bars, and it was all about drunkenness and

indulgence. They just looked a little more elegant.

Joyce was wearing a black trench coat and a mask in order not to get into trouble.

She followed the route Luther had told her and entered through the side door of DeNox, taking a

special elevator to the top floor.

As she stepped out of the elevator, she took off her mask and froze.

The outside was covered with soft carpets and the whole environment was dark. Along the long

corridor, which seemed not to even have an end, seemed to be separate boxes on both sides. It's not

quite the same as the spacious hall Luther described.

Had she gone the wrong way? She walked forward in confusion.

Walking to the door of a private room, she heard, from inside, the faint sound of sobbing.

Joyce had a natural tendency to be nosy, and she could not change it even if she wanted to, not to

mention that this was Felix's place.

She thought that nothing could happen, without any concern, and directly pushed open the door of the

box.

Inside revealed an unpleasant scene. A girl looked about 18 or 19 years old, and her clothes were

almost torn off. In front of her were a dozen beer glasses, and two middle-aged greasy fat-headed

men, filling the glasses while pulling the girl's clothes.

The girl's eyes were swollen with tears and she was about to vomit from drinking.

She knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy, "Please, let me go. I beg you. I really can’t drink."

In the box, lascivious laughter rang out.

"Don't hide, if you can't even drink, how can you serve us later?"

One of the men, roughly pinching the girl's chin and holding the entire bottle of red wine in his hand,

was about to force it down.

Suddenly, the bottle in his hand was jerked away by someone behind him.

He turned back in annoyance and cursed angrily, "Who is it? How dare you meddle in my business."

Joyce's voice was extremely cold, "She said she can’t drink, don't you understand human language?"

"Who are you, tired of living …" One of them stood up and was about to yell at Joyce, but when he saw

Joyce's face, he suddenly froze. Beautiful, just too beautiful, simply the most beautiful woman on earth.

Her sexy body and her cold and feminine features were certainly the best of the best. He stared at her

on the spot and his mouth watered. He had visited the nightclub for more than a decade but had never

seen such a beauty.

The other man also stopped his hand filling the glass. Smoothly, he pushed the girl away and sized up

Joyce, the earthly beauty, salivating.

"Beauty, she can’t drink, so you can drink a little with us?" The man smiled lasciviously and took out a

thick stack of money from his pocket and dumped it on the table, probably tens of thousands of dollars,

"Just two drinks, these are all yours."

The other man pushed him away and preempted him, "Good girl, come with me tonight, and you do not

worry about your future life." She was such a beauty - her skin was so white, and her body was so

sexy. It would be so fortunate for them to have her tonight…