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Tristan’s voice was extremely cold. “Get to the point.”
Mitchell handed over the iPad in his hand, opened the webpage, and showed Tristan the bright and eye-catching red lettering located at the top of the trending topics.
“Cheating Couple Tristan Beckett and Selena
Price Should Go to Hell!”
It was such blatant undisguised hatred.
They even used Tristan and Selena’s real names, like they were not at all afraid of being investigated.
The comments and retweets skyrocketed, enough to affect the Beckett Corporation’s stock prices.
[This trending topic is bought by President Joyce, right? Her response is too fast!]
[Money really could buy vengeance!1
[Go to hell, cheating couple! President Joyce is the bestg
[This trending topic must get to the first place. I will always support Joyce! We need to set up a fan club for her stat, and we’ll be the first to join!l Tristan swept a glance at the comments and was silent for a few seconds. He suddenly raised his head to look at Joyce, who was still there discussing with Gerard.
Her face was calm without a trace of panic_
Seemingly sensing Tristan’s line of sight, Joyce glanced sideways and faintly withdrew her gaze.
She pretended that nothing was wrong and continued asking Gerard about some things.
Tristan hooked his lips and said in a deep voice, “Joyce.”
Joyce smirked and sneered as she looked at Tristan. “Mr. Beckett, are you looking tot me?”
Gerard noticed that every time these two met, they seemed to be shooting sparks at each other that could burn others around them.
“The trending topic online… Was it you?”
Tristan was eighty percent certain it was Joyce. Joyce flipped her hair that was by her ear and said in an unfriendly tone, “Yeah, it’s me.”
She admitted to what she did.
Joyce sneered. Tristan’s eyes grew cold_ He was about to say something, but Joyce did not give him the chance.
“I also want you to know what it feels like to get berated.”
Her voice was cool, and her eyes carried a chill.
“Mr. Beckett, you should control your sister and lover. If they dare to find trouble with me again, I’ll make them go viral!”
Joyce knew that the reporters who besieged her today were hired by Ingrid
Beckett, no doubt for Selena Price.
Since that was the case, Joyce had to return the favor.
Tristan’s eyebrows knitted together_ “Trouble?
What kind of trouble?’
He immediately had a premonition in his heart.
“Go back and ask them. Mr. Beckett, you’re always being manipulated like a fool, yet you think that you’re so smart?”
Since the divorce, Joyce was no longer obliged to put up with them anymore.
It did not matter if it was the Beckett family or someone else, if anyone dared to slap her once, she would pay it back tenfold!
The price was heavy.
Joyce snorted coldly and looked at Gerard
“Mr. Lichrnan, get going first. Goodbye!’
“Take care, President Powell,”
She turned on her heels and left
Gerard’s eyes glanced back and forth at the two people before finally landing on Tristan. n
Mr. Beckett, this isn’t some minor trouble
He knew that something was wrong with
Beckett Corporation during the meeting, but he would never pick a side out of neutrality.
Tristan coldly turned to the side_
“Remove the trending topic immediately.
What’s our PR team doing?!”
Mitchell spoke with difficulty, “Mr.
Beckett, the trending topics simply can’t be withdrawn. This time, the President of
Falcon Entertainment is behind it. Dominic
Young is Kai’s subordinate and they even united with some foreign media companies intending to keep this going for a while…”
The air was silent and oppressive for a while.
Mitchell paused for a moment and continued, “Not just that, I heard that the platform’s system clashed many times like there’s a hacker taking control horn a foreign IP. They can’t even trace the hacker, so they can’t just withdraw it like that.
President, I’ve checked the situation thoroughly and found out that Ms. Beckett hired the reporters to besiege Ms. Powell today. I think it’s best if she can admit defeat and apologize to Ms. Powell.”
Joyce came prepared, and the Becketts obviously lost the first opportunity.
Gerard could not help but think to himself,
You really can’t offend women, especially such a beautiful and capable woman,..’
Tristan’s eyes were cold and sullen as he cast a sidelong glance at Mitchell. He then walked out of the room and instructed, “Tell Ingrid to get her *ss over here now!”
Ingrid was IA ought to Beckett Corporation.
Even her phone was confiscated.
She stood there miserably and tilted her to look at Tristan_ “Brother, why did you call me to come over all of a sudden?”
Tristan’s face was permeating with coldness.
His voice was stern and harsh. “What do you think?”
Ingrid trembled and refused to admit her fault.
“How would I know?”
You don’t know?” Tristan sneered, then shouted at the door. “Bring him in!”
Mitchell pushed the leading reporter into the room.
The reporter came in with a smile and carefully bowed. “Hello, Mr. Beckett. Good day, Ms. Beckett.”
Ingrid saw the reporter and thought that he had betrayed her.
She ! mow-kit and iii (ivy! to pull Tristan’s arm.
“Brother, don’t listen to him! What he said is all fake! I didn’t hire them to slander Joyce
The reporter had not even said anything, but
Ingrid had already admitted to it first.
Seeing Tristan’s increasingly chilly eyes, Ingrid suddenly felt a pang of fear.
She slowly let go of Tristan’s arm. “I really didn’t t do it on purpose…”
“Ingrid Beckett, you still act like you’re not at fault after causing such consequences?”
Tristan glared viciously at Ingrid with his cold and deep eyes. His voice carried a chill.
There seemed to be an invisible force that enveloped the surroundings.
Ingrid subconsciously took a step back. For the first time, she felt that her brother was no longer tolerant of her.
She suddenly remembered what her mother warned her.
Never disobey Tristan or try his patience
‘Why is Joyce Tristan’s bottom line? Why can’t
I touch her?’
The more Ingrid thought about it, the more resentful she was. She was just about to pretend to be aggrieved and show weakness to muddle through this situation when the reporter quickly ratted her out.
“Mr_ Beckett, Ms. Beckett still hasn’t made the final payment, but since I didn’t accomplish my task, I don’t dare to ask for
Can you please let me go?”
The surroundings were obviously a few degrees colder.
“Shut up!” Ingrid yelled at the reporter,
‘What a dumb, insensible imbecile!’ Ingrid thought.