Chapter 112: Want to Have a Good Birthday? No Way!

At that moment, a red Ferrari pulled up steadily in front of the door.

The person who got out of the car, donned in a bright red backless gown, fascinatingly showcased her sultry figure, her brown curly hair casually cascading over her shoulders, and her delicate face painted with exquisite makeup.

She arrogantly raised her head, gazing at the majestic, luxurious Emperor Perry Hotel with a faint smile on her face, yet her eyes shot out a clear resentment.

Wearing the brightest red at someone else's birthday party blatantly screamed of stealing the spotlight.

Who else could it be but Joy Ward?

"Joy, don't be angry. It's just that a little slut momentarily rose to power. We'll recover our lost face tonight," Valentina River, in a bewitching purple spaghetti strap gown, arrived beside Joy Ward, her lips curled with a sinister smile.

Joy Ward tugged her lips, her hands hanging by her sides, clenching constantly.

Hope Williams, it was all because of this slut.