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‘What kind of friends do I have…?” Suddenly, her phone lit up. It was Nathaniel asking her where she was. Joyce thought about it and sent him her location.
“You won’t mind if another person joins us in a while, right?” Yvette waved her hand indifferently.
“As long as it’s a guy, we won’t mind how many!” Joyce twitched the corner of her lips.“ Okay…” She asked too much. Everyone was from showbiz, so they all got along superficially.
Everyone ate and drank to their heart’s content and quickly let loose. They made some harmless jokes, sang, and played some games.
In less than twenty minutes, Nathaniel arrived. He looked quite anxious and sad. As soon as Nathaniel came in, he went over to Joyce.
“Joyce, you gotta help me this time…” Nathaniel was really mad at Tristan, who was too unforgiving.
Tristan wanted to push him to the wall, and even got everyone to think that it was in Nathaniel’s best interest! Thus, Nathaniel could not admit defeat so easily.
“What’s wrong?” Joyce gave him a careless glance. Nathaniel’s voice was a little hoarse and upset.
“My second uncle has bankrupted my studio. I even have a huge debt now. He asked me to go work for him, so how can I stand it…”
Joyce paused and looked at Nathaniel’s disheveled and sad look. She thought of the young man who was so wild, crazy, fearless, and easy-going on the island.
How could he be trapped in a corporate cage? Joyce chuckled and took a sip of wine.
She then took out a card from her purse. “Is $100 million enough?” This was the money Tristan gave her for that painting Nathaniel froze and was stunned for a moment.
He looked up at her in disbelief. Joyce smiled warmly and innocently, without a trace of contempt or complexity.
“Didn’t I tell you that I’m loaded? It’s really not a problem for me to take care of your financial needs.
Since that’s your career and dream and you wanna stick with it, then I’ll support you!” Nathaniel was silent for a moment. He was not expecting this from Joyce.
He only came here so that Joyce could give Tristan a call to plead for mercy or to get her to blame Tristan because of this.
Nathaniel certainly did not expect that she would respect and support his career and dreams. He pursed his lips and muttered. “Joyce… You’re the best…’ “Save it.”
Joyce raised her hand, “We’re tight buds, and this money really is nothing.
Feel free to spend it all!” Nathaniel took the card and looked at her meaningfully “Joyce, I never thought that I’ll ever meet a woman who can speak to my heart.
Rest assured, from now on, my heart… As well as my person, are all yours!”
“That’s not necessary…”
Joyce looked at Nathaniel frankly. She did not have any use for his person or heart, so she did not want it.
Besides, the deep affection that Nathaniel spoke of was just because of her money, so Joyce did not feel much psychological burden.
Without another word, Nathaniel took this money to put out the fire that was figuratively burning down his dreams. Julie and Yvette, who had overheard their conversation earlier, could not help but burst out in laughter.
Yvette patted Joyce’s shoulder, “Gurl, spoken like a true rich biatch…” Joyce flipped her hair.
“I am a rich b* tch!” The sound of music was deafening.
Everyone was having fun minding their own business and did not think to pry into each other’s affairs.
Joyce had a little too much to drink and felt a little dizzy, so she wanted to wash her face and get some fresh air to sober up.
However, when she opened the door of the private room, she bumped into someone. > The woman let out a sharp cry like she was stained with dirty water.
Her voice was disdainful.
“Are you blind?! Can you afford to pay for these clothes? If you can’t even walk properly, why don’t you just reincarnate as…” Hearing a somewhat familiar voice, Joyce’s tipsiness dissipated, and she instantly sobered up.
She looked up with a smirk at the screaming woman.
“Mrs. Beckett, what a coincidence….” a The woman who bumped into her was none other than Tristan Beckett’s mother, Quinn.
As soon as Quinn heard Joyce’s voice, her body stiffened.
She looked up and saw that it was indeed Joyce. Quinn only came here to inquire about Ingrid’s whereabouts but to no avail.
All she wanted was to vent out the anger in her heart and did not even see who it was before she began to curse out a storm.
Surprisingly, that person was Joyce! Quinn’s face changed a few times. It was quite amusing for Joyce to watch.
In the past, Quinn could scold Joyce whenever she wanted, but since Joyce was now the heiress of Powell Corporation, her value was completely different.
Moreover, Old Master Beckett had warned Quinn many times that she was not allowed to mess with Joyce anymore. Ingrid was the prime example.
Quinn was reluctant, yet she could not disobey. “Oh, it’s you.” Quinn’s voice was faint without the arrogance she had just now.
Although Quinn did not like Joyce, she had not forgotten the announcement Tristan made to the whole family after Joyce came back alive. Tristan said that the only person he would marry in the future was Joyce.
Whoever dared to mess with Joyce would suffer his wrath. Even Old Master Beckett agreed with this matter. Joyce hooked his lips and looked at Quinn’s expensive clothes that did not even have a single crease.
“How much is it? I’ll compensate you.” )) “No… No need.” Quinn held her ground. Although she would not actively provoke Joyce, she did not want to suck up to Joyce only to get snubbed.
It was not like she was short of money anyway. . “Okay.” Joyce did not bother. Since Quinn refused, she did not want to waste her money on her.
The door behind Joyce was wide open. Yvette was in the room and jokingly urged her. “Hurry back, Joyce! Your thirteen boyfriends are waiting for you!” Joyce could not help but laugh.
She waved her hand and was just about to leave when Quinn called out to her. “Wait…” Joyce stopped in her tracks.
“Yes?” Quinn pulled a long face and looked at her with displeasure. “Joyce, let’s talk.” “Talk about what?” Joyce did not think that there was anything to talk about between them.
“Come with me.” Quinn’s face was cold as she turned to go into an adjacent private room.
She looked determined. “The audacity!’ Joyce was tempted to walk away, but she was also curious about what Quinn could say to her.
After some thought, Joyce followed Quinn into the room.
Quinn sat on the sofa and looked disdainful of this environment with her smug sense of superiority.
She was extremely obnoxious. However, Joyce did not comment about that because she could not be bothered.
“Mrs. Beckett, I don’t have much time, so you’d better make it short.” ) Joyce looked at her watch and decided she could spare Quinn five minutes. Quinn’s face was a little twisted.
She then spoke decisively. “Joyce, since Tristan’s willing to get back together with you, I think it’s time for you to pay attention to your private affairs “
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The effrontery 😏 Quinn