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Keith said, “Didn’t you guys follow her story online? As soon as Joyce’s identity was revealed, Powell Corporation published her past experiences. She was accepted into an
Ivy League when she was thirteen and even got a full scholarship to further her studies abroad. She graduated with a Ph.D. in only four years!
She then went on to intern at one of Europe’s top business firms and had close dealings with a certain royal family. She’s basically a living legend before she married
Beckett! No wonder even Grant Powell is willing to play second fiddle to her. Powell
Corporation would definitely grow under her leadership.”
Everyone was dead silent as they listened.
They used to look down on this woman.
They thought that she only married Tristan because she was just a gold-digger and a scheming b*tch.
In the end, no one expected that they were the ones who were too lowly for Joyce!
Seeing this, Keith went up and patted Tristan’s shoulder. Terg, come to think of it, why did she marry you in the first place? She must’
ye really fallen in love with you, right? Why though?”
I don’t know.” Tristan spoke coldly and dodged
Keith’s hand that was reaching over to him.
This was also what Tristan had been puzzled about. He only remembered that back then,
Selena Price was in a car accident and had lost too much blood, but the Rh-null blood i stored in the blood bank in Atlanta was far from enough.
That was when Joyce came to him. She said that she could donate her blood to
Selena, but with one condition – he was to marry her.
The matter was urgent, so Tristan agreed without even thinking about it.
Everything that happened later was just natural.
Tristan did not like Joyce and did not have any feelings for her, but he still respected all her rights as his wife and honored their marriage.
Suddenly, there was a clamor outside their private room.
Keith went out to take a look and immediately turned back. “Holy sh*t, Joyce’
s here!’
Outside, the music was so loud that it could shatter one’s eardrums. Everyone below was reveling in the music.
Joyce was dancing in the middle with her long legs and thin waist. She had a charming smile as she moved with the music and immediately became the focus of the crowd.
The woman was indeed beautiful. Her frown and her smile were equally seductive.
Joyce’s smile was warm and bright as the crowd formed a circle around her. She was dancing with a pretty good-looking man.
Their posture was provocative and very risque.
Everyone screamed in praise for Joyce until the music ended.
Keith was also infected by her dance and could not help but shout along with the crowd as he waved.
Joyce heard the familiar voice and swept a glance to see Keith upstairs.
Next to him was Tristan Beckett.
Her smile faded instantly, and she turned to walk away as if she had just seen a pile of trash.
Tristan was standing in the shadows. His prominent features were sunken.
He never knew that she danced so well and never noticed that her smile was so inviting.
Tristan had never seen her happier than she was now in the past three years.
When she married him, she was so brave, and when she left, she was so determined.
At the thought of this, Tristan felt a stifling pain in his chest as if a boulder was pressing down on him. It felt heavy and suffocating.
He could not help but think that all of this happened because he was too close to
Selena Price, which made Joyce misunderstand their relationship.
A feeling of irritation lingered in his heart.
Tristan re-examined his relationship with
Selena and thought that perhaps in some ways, he had cared too much for her.
When KKeeiitthh saw Joyce’s disdainful gaze, his face stiffened under the colorful lights.
He withdrew his swaying arms and looked at Tristan. “Beckett, are you sure she won’t settle the score with us? Do you think it’s too late to apologize?”
One of their friends on the side could not help but kick Keith’s butt_
“Dude, it’s just a woman„. What are you so afraid of? Don’t humiliate yourself by apologizing!”
Keith mumbled, “You’re not the ones whose nudes are in her hands!”
Tristan ignored them, downed his glass of whiskey, took his jacket, and turned to leave.
You just got here! Where are you going?”
Keith yelled from behind.
Inside Private Room No. 9.
Joyce picked up her purse and said, “I’ve partied enough. You girls have fun! I’m leaving first…”
Julie and Yvette waved goodbye at her. The two of them looked like they would not leave until they got drunk.
Joyce was just about to go out when she saw Keith standing at the end of the corridor, smiling at her with his irritating face.
`Is he waiting for me? What’s wrong with this guy?’
“Get lost” Joyce was not in the mood to talk to him.
Keith was persistent and said, “I’ll get lost, but let me just finish what I wanna say first!
Joyce grunted coldly. “What do you wanna say?”
Keith looked at Joyce, who was so cold and relaxed, then hesitantly said, “Joyce, I want to apologize to you for what happened before.”
Although he seemed like a spineless coward, that was still better than having his nudes flying all over the Internet.
Joyce gave him a sidelong glance and gently hooked her lips. “Okay.”
Keith froze and looked up at her. “You forgive me?”
“No,” Joyce said insouciantly. “Think about how you guys tormented me back then. Do you think a simple word of apology could make me forget about the past? Do you have no shame? Mr. Ludwig, I didn’t think that you’d be so thick-skinned!”
Joyce thought, ‘If I wasn’t Floyd Powell’s daughter, I would’ve died many times over!’
Keith’s face flushed red. ‘I’m such a wimp!
But.. I don’t have a choice… I’m guilty as charged…’
“Then what do you want?” Keith asked, was clearly out of my mind back then to offend Joyce!’ He thought.
Joyce looked out the window and felt impatient.
She walked up to him slowly and said in a cold and playful voice, “Don’t you just care about your nudes? count to three. If you don’t disappear from my sight within three seconds, I’ll make you a viral sensation online by the fourth second!”
Keith stiffened as Joyce scoffed.
As soon as she finished her sentence, Keith turned around and ran as he begged for mercy. “Don’t… Don’t be impulsive!’
Sure enough, he vanished within three seconds.
Joyce sneered and rolled her eyes, then strutted away in her high heels.
Once she got out of the bar, she saw someone standing next to her car.
She looked up and saw that it was none other than Tristan Beckett.
He was waiting for her.
“Mr. Beckett, do you have nothing better to do?”
Joyce raised her eyebrows. Her red lips against the darkness around her seemed bright and warm, but it carried a little coldness.
‘Can’t he see that I don’t want to deal with him?” Joyce was impatient.
Tristan’s eyebrows were sunken and his eyes were dark. His voice was mellow and charming.
“Joyce, I want to explain to you about
Selena Price. She and I… We aren’t in the
Joyce panicked and stepped on the brakes, but there was no response.
She suddenly realized that the car was completely out of control!
Joyce subconsciously grabbed the steering wheel, but it was locked. The car was simply out of order.
The darkness in front of her seemed to be beckoning to her and waiting to swallow her whole.
At this moment, the streetlights seemed cold and blinding. Joyce could not help but shudder.
She had never felt so close to death before!
All she had was panic, fear, and cold sweat.
Joyce looked up and saw a big truck suddenly appearing three hundred meters in front of her. At that moment, her mind went blank.
Crash!
A gray cloud of dust and thick smoke rose into the air.
A car had rushed out of nowhere to block in front of her.
The car drifted a few dozen meters away before coming to an abrupt halt.
At that moment, Joyce’s head smashed onto the steering wheel. Her airbag did not respond, so she only felt a bone-chilling pain at that moment.
The pungent smell of gasoline rushed into her nostrils as warm liquid dripped down her forehead.
“Joyce!”
A man shouted her name, and that voice seemed somewhat familiar.
After that, her car door was opened, and she was carried out onto the roadside.
‘That’s Tristan Beckett… Why is he so anxious? Right… He’s the last person I saw just now, so if I die, the Becketts will get into trouble…’