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Tristan glanced at him with a dark and heavy gaze and coldly snorted.
In just a few minutes, Mitchell was already drenched in cold sweat.
As Tristan’s most capable assistant, Mitchell never understood the reason behind this whole series of tumultuous developments after the divorce.
During their three years of 7arriage, Tristan had never cared much about Joyce, so why did he care so much now that they were divorced?
J&L’s project was proceeding as planned. In the early stages, the three parties were to meet every day to get an update on the latest situation so that they could modify the program accordingly.
Joyce did not drive herself this time and got her driver to send her there.
Her last car accident was still quite traumatizing for her.
When Joyce arrived at J&L’s office, she happened to see a brand-new Range Rover across the street that looked very familiar.
His body was tall and well-built. His features were carved to perfection, and he was emitting a cold aura.
Joyce acted as if she did no see him and got out of her car. She wore a 1 ng dark green halter dress that made her features look more prominent and brighter. She had a valiant and honorable temperament.
Tristan took a step forward and wanted to explain to her that those allegations and bombardment by the reporters earlier were not his doing.
He did not want her to misunderstand him in the slightest.
Joyce did not even glance at Tristan. Not to mention greeting him, she completely ignored his existence and walked into the lobby of J&L Corporation with her purse.
Every part of her, from the soles of her shoes to the strands of her hair, was ignoring Tristan.
The security guard at the door respectfully opened the door for her.
She thanked the guard and went in calmly.
When Tristan saw her, he frowned slightly. Her ignorance made him feel suffocated.
‘She really doesn’t care about me anymore! I
can no longer read her…’ Tristan thought.
The man walked to the door. Before the security guard could open the door, a mob of people rushed out from the side.
Numerous reporters swarmed around Tristan with their cameras and equipment.
“Mr. Beckett, do you and Selena Price plan to get married this year?”
“Do you really like this mistress?”
“Mr. Beckett, how many girlfriends do you have?*
‘ ill the Beckett family accept this mistress as your wife?”
‘Why do you want to buy out trending topics
Test to slander Ms. Powell? Do you have anything to say to her?”
Tristans’ face was extremely glum as he stood there in silence.
He glared at the reporter at the front that was asking the most questions.
The reporter was instantly frightened by Tristan’s intimidating gaze and shrank back.
The surrounding reporters were still asking questions, and the scene was chaotic for a while.
The office’s security guards immediately went forward and pulled the reporters away from Tristan.
A path was cleared out for Tristan, but he was in no hurry to leave.
The scene suddenly quieted down for a moment.
His tone was grim and cor s he said, “If you guys appear in front y eyes again, I
will make you disappear from this industry completely.” Tristan’s words were never just a warning.
I At this moment, the surrounding area was cold and silent.
No one had the guts to utter another word and looked at each other in trepidation.
Even the reporter who received Kai’s check did not dare to say one more word at this time.
Joyce leaned lazily on the railing of the second floor and looked at the situation below. Tristan’s attitude was as expected.
No matter what the situation was, he always seemed so unperturbed.
He also had such an oppressive aura.
No wonder he could be the President o f
Beckett Corporation.
He was truly extraordinary as a person who could shake the entire city with a stomp of his foot.
The corners of Joyce’s lips curved down.
No matter how much Tristan liked Selena
Price, she could never get rid of her identity as a homewrecker.
What was more, Joyce had also prepared a big gift for Selena.
Tristan unconsciously looked upward and suddenly saw Joyce’s figure on the second floor.
Their eyes met.
It was as if there was no other person around.
Joyce’s downturned lips gently hooked up.
She put on an undisguised gloating face with a raised eyebrow.
‘Does it feel nice?’
Tristan stared at her with deep eyes. Joyce stood upright and tapped her high heels on the ground.
She mouthed three words silently before she turned to leave.
No one seemed to notice
The reporters were kicked out and the entrance quieted down again.
Gerard Lichman immediately came out from the President’s Office to greet them.
Tristan did not move and only frowned.
He saw what she mouthed clearly.
She was saying, “Serves you right!”
Joyce then walked into the conference room. Tristan eventually followed.
After the two of them were seated, the person in charge began to talk about the progress of the project.
Once the report was done, Gerard 1 cli ed at the two people to his left and right an coughed slightly.
“The preliminaries are about to come to an end, so we can relax a bit going forward.
However, we still need to decide on the location of the pilot experiment. Should we choose an urban area or the suburbs? Any thoughts?’
‘The suburbs, of course. Artificial intelligence is still being improved. If there’
s an accident, be easier to control the suburbs.” Tristan spoke in a serious tone. Joyce interrupted him. “Since it’s an AI that will enter the city sooner or later. How will it adapt to the environment if the experiment is in an unfamiliar area?’
“You seem to be very hostile towards me,”
Tristan said.
Otherwise, why did she always refute his opinions?
Joyce snickered and looked nonchalant as she raised her eyes. Her tone was cold.
“Mr. Beckett, you can just remove the r seem to be’.”
With the series of harm Tristan Beckett had inflicted on Joyce, her hostility towards him would not lessen one bit.
Gerard Lichman awkwardly glanced at the two people. The atmosphere was momentarily stagnant.
Tristan was silent as he stared at Joyce with a dark and deep gaze. Joyce’s undisguised arrogance and indifference made Tristan realize the extent of Joyce’s hatred and long-standing resentment.
This feeling was horrible like someone had squeezed his heart.
Gerard coughed slightly and tried to ease the situation. “I think what President
Powell said makes sense…”
In the end, Tristan also agreed with Joyce’s proposal.
Once the meeting was over, Mitchell walked over to Tristan quickly. “President, Beckett
Corporation’s stock has plummeted…”
Joyce was the last to leave the room, so she heard this sentence very clearly.
“Serve them right!’ Joyce thought.