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“Dad, Big Brother… You guys gotta prepare a generous gift for the Becketts to thank them for saving my life.
Otherwise, they’ll think that we’re ungrateful…” ‘Otherwise, why would Tristan Beckett use this excuse to blackmail me?! I’m sick and tired of it!’ Grant raised his eyebrows and hooked his lips.
“Dad and I were just talking about this. Some time ago when we contacted Tristan Beckett, he repeatedly excused himself.
What he means is that money can’t solve this…” Grant paused and smiled at Joyce meaningfully. Joyce gritted her teeth.
‘Hmph! If it weren’t for Mav, how could that son of a b *tch get the opportunity to find me with his intelligence?!’ “Then what does he want?” Kai spoke carelessly from the side.
“Of course, marriage is the best. That son of a b*tch Tristan Beckett surely won’t let go of this opportunity. All those material things are meaningless.
The most valuable thing in the whole Powell family is you…” Joyce naturally knew the meaning of Kai’s words.
The expression on her face stiffened slightly.
Tristan’s act tonight was obvious enough.
He even proposed a remarriage and kept saying how full of regret he was. However, all these were just ridiculous and meaningless to Joyce.
Whether or not Tristan was sincere would not change a thing. ‘He wants to exchange saving my life for feelings?!’ Joyce just felt like a thorn was stuck in her heart and felt extremely uncomfortable.
Looking at her pale face, Floyd fiercely glared at Kai, the deadbeat. Floyd consoled Joyce. “Don’t worry, our family hasn’t yet reached the point of needing a marriage alliance.
If he doesn’t want money, we have nothing else to give.
This will just keep dragging on then. I can’t possibly let our princess marry of him again, right? He can go ahead and daydream about marriage!” Kai stuck out his tongue and immediately took a stand.
“I’m on your side! Lil N can choose anyone but Tristan Beckett! That bastard is on our family’s blacklist and can never be forgiven!” Joyce agreed and stood up with a grunt.
“Hmph! He can’t even try to blackmail me with this! Worse comes to worst, I just won’t admit that he saved me!” The three Powell men were thick-skinned enough to agree with Joyce’s words.
Once Joyce figured this out, she was in a much better mood.
It was almost 11:00 pm, so she took a nice bubble bath, put on a rejuvenating mask, and got ready for bed.
Joyce glanced at her phone and saw that there was a new friend request on her phone, with a familiar avatar that was all black It was Tristan Beckett.
The message he added was: “Regular friends. ” The corners of Joyce’s lips twitched as she snorted lightly.
This jerk was just threatening her a second ago, telling her to stay away from Nathaniel. Now he had the cheek to request to be friends?
Joyce refused this friend request without a second thought.
She felt sleepy, so she turned off her phone and went to bed. Tristan saw the reply on his phone and his face sank. The notification was: “Friend request rejected.”
‘Ugh, I must’ve scared her just now!’ Tristan thought. He had worked hard all night but made no progress. He felt so desperate like he was facing an abyss, yet he was unable to do anything…
The night was dark and heavy. Everything was quiet. Someone slept very soundly, while someone stayed awake all night. The next day Beckett Corporation.
Mitchell knocked on the door to go in. He was very careful as he approached the cold and stern Tristan Beckett who was sitting there. Tristan had not been in a very good mood lately.
Needless to think, Tristan must have hit a roadblock with Joyce. “President, the S100 million for that painting has been given to Ms. Powell’s assistant, Logan.”
Tristan paused and gave a cold “mm”. Mitchell continued to report. “We’ve also cut off all sources of funding for Young Master Nathaniel’s studio.
His work has also been completely taken off the shelves. His studio previously has a few projects in the pipeline, but I’ve already contacted the parties involved to cancel their contract.
I believe that in less than half a day, Young Master Nathaniel s studio will face bankruptcy…”
After all, with the power of the Beckett family, getting rid of such a small studio was just a snap of a finger.
In fact, Nathaniel could have avoided all this. He was a young man who went against his family in order to chase his dreams.
It was indeed very difficult for him to start up his own studio, but now… All his efforts were gone, just like that! Tristan’s face was cold.
He looked at his watch and thought that half a day was still too long. The phone suddenly rang. It was Nathaniel. Tristan had no intention of picking it up and rejected his call.
However, Nathaniel was relentless. Tristan’s face turned glum with each call. He was annoyed by the noise and blocked Nathaniel’s number.
In the blink of an eye, Mitchell’s phone rang. Mitchell took a look. It was Nathaniel. He looked torn as he glanced at Tristan, then chose to hang up the phone.
“Get out,” Tristan commanded. “Yes, sir.” Mitchell felt relieved as he left the room. This time, Tristan’s phone rang again. It was Old Master Beckett.
Tristan paused for a moment before picking it up. H I heard that you shut dovsm Nathan’s studio?” Tristan tugged his tie casually and spoke in a clear voice.
“Yes, I plan to train him to manage a subsidiary company in the neighboring city. He can’t keep risking his life to make a living.
Since he’s a Beckett, I ought to look after him.” His grandfather heard this and agreed with satisfaction.
“Mm, you’re right…” “Great-grandpa! How could you change sides so quickly? Uncle Tristan just wants to bully me! ” Nathaniel shouted reluctantly and took over the phone.
“Uncle Tristan, this is too much! You actually got all my investors to break their contracts with me?! I don’t have a single penny on my books and now owe a buttload of debt! ” Tristan did not hang up the phone, but his gaze was icy.
His tone was indifferent and carried a clear warning.
“That’s why I told you a long time ago not to think about things that don’t belong to you.”
Even if Nathaniel was his nephew, he would not be soft. After that, Tristan did not want to continue babbling and hung upon him.
Aurora Club was a luxury private nightclub. Joyce had just finished a meeting with Logan and went straight to the club. When she arrived, someone led her to Room 8888.
She pushed the door in and saw the private party held by Yvette and Julie. There were some other familiar friends present, as well as many other models and young actors in the entertainment industry.
Basically, all of them were male. Even Fabian and Roman were also there, When they saw Joyce, everyone stood up to greet her one after another.
Joyce smiled and thought that it was certainly very lively. Yvette pulled Joyce to the side and whispered in her ear, “This is a stud buffet! We specially prepared this for you, so don’t be polite with us.
Just take away whoever you fancy…” Joyce’s body stiffened. She looked at Yvette dubiously.
“What are you guys plotting…?” “You literally came back from hell! So, you gotta have some fun of course! I’m sure you were scarred from seeing whatever unsightly things you saw when you were on the island.
Now, you get to feast your eyes by looking at these handsome men.
Well, you can always just drink with them….” Joyce was speechless as she looked at Yvette. Although this way was a little fervent, Joyce still appreciated Yvette’s good intentions.
She chuckled and said, “Why thank you ” “You’re welcome! Julie and I knew that you’d like this!” Joyce was once again rendered speechless.