Episode 185 – Never Divorce a Secret Billionaire Heiress Free Online (Joyce & Tristan Novel)

Filed to story: Never Divorce a Secret Billionaire Heiress Book Free Online

Once Quinn’s words fell, Joyce’s face stiffened for a moment.

Joyce then burst out in laughter. “What does it have to do with me if Tristan is willing or not? It’s not like I’m going to agree.”

‘Where did Quinn’s confidence come from? Why should I pay attention to my private affairs just because of Tristan’s wishful thinking?! How bewildering and ridiculous is that?!’ Quinn was exasperated when she heard that.

“In a few days, Old Master Beckett will personally propose a marriage alliance with your Powell family. This marriage alliance will only strengthen both families.

Where will you find another affluent family that can compare to our Beckett family?”

Quinn already felt like they were making a big concession letting Joyce back into their family. What right did Joyce have to be a snob? Joyce was a divorced woman, so even if she had a good family background, any other gentry would be wary.

Why was Joyce still picking and choosing then? Since Quinn had already offered Joyce an olive branch, Joyce should grab it. Joyce’s smile faded and her eyes turned cold.

Her voice was clear and cold as she said, I advise you not to make a fool of yourselves by coming to my door.

Even if I have to marry a random person from the street, I still won’t choose your family! Don’t disgust me!” Quinn’s face flushed red with anger. “

… Do you think that you can make that decision?! Tristan saved you! If it wasn’t for him, you would’ve been dead long ago!” “So what?” Joyce looked at her indifferently.

“So what if he did? If you dare, you can come and see if I can make that decision for myself…” Joyce made her attitude clear and was blunt about it. “Also, no one can tell me what to do with my private affairs.

I won’t give up on any one of my thirteen boyfriends.” )) Would the Beckett family be so tolerant to put up with this for the sake of this marriage alliance? Suddenly, Joyce felt so grateful to Yvette and Julie for throwing this party.

Since Joyce had already said whatever she could, there was nothing she could do if they insisted on coming to her door to make a fool of themselves.

“Hmph! Joyce, I didn’t want to accept you, but Tristan’s bewitched by you! He sent Ingrid off to God-knows-where and even said that he must be with you! Fine, in the future, even if you kneel and beg me, don’ teven think about stepping into our front door!” Quinn was so angry that her body shook.

Even if Tristan married Joyce, Quinn would never get along well with her. Joyce hooked her lips. “That’s great! Please watch your son and tell him to stop pestering me.” ) After that, Joyce happily turned around and went back to her thirteen boyfriends.

Quinn took several deep breaths before she could remotely calm her emotions, When she passed by Joyce’s private room, Quinn took a picture without hesitation.

Joyce was sitting with a bunch of young hunks and looked very ambiguous.

Quinn was satisfied with this and sent the picture to Tristan. This time, Tristan should see clearly what kind of person Joyce was and whether she was worth his affection.

Julie looked at Quinn’s back and frowned slightly.

She squeezed Joyce’s wrist and looked outside. “That old hag just now looks like she was secretly filming us…”

Upon hearing this, a young actor next to Fabian immediately got up and closed the door.

Julie returned a grateful smile, Joyce took a sip of wine and replied nonchalantly, “I left it open on purpose for her to film us.”

Julie looked at Joyce in confusion, so Joyce briefly explained what had just happened.

Yvette was so angry that she wanted to teach Quinn a lesson, but Joyce finally managed to persuade her. “They’re so full of themselves!” Joyce raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders.

“Yup.” Just as the words left her mouth, her phone lit up. It was an unfamiliar number, so Joyce subconsciously picked it up. “Hello, who is it?” “It’s me.

Where are you?” Tristan’s cold and deep voice came through. His magnetic and raspy voice had a hint of suppressed anger.

Joyce thought, ‘Tristan Beckett actually called to me where I am?!’ She had never seen this number before. Joyce was not in a hurry to hang up and laughed mockingly.

“Didn’t Mrs. Beckett tell you the location?” It could not be more obvious. Quinn probably told Tristan all about Joyce and even added more frills and just to slander Joyce.

However, Joyce did not care, There was silence over the phone. Just when Joyce was about to hang up, she suddenly heard Tristan’s restrained voice, as if he was trying to hold back his emotions and was trying hard to calm himself down.

“Don’t stay out too long, and drink less.” Joyce did not expect him to say such words and was slightly stunned for a moment. All the curse words that she had ready could no longer be vented out.

Her chest felt heavy and stuffy like it was weighed down by a boulder.

Joyce gently knitted her eyebrows and retorted in an unkind tone. “What do you care?!” After that, she hung up on him.

This son of a b*tch Tristan Beckett never plays by the book!’ Julie swirled the wine in her glass and frowned slightly. “What kind of tricks is Tristan Beckett playing? Does he really want to get back together with you?” Yvette pursed her lips. “It’s hard to say.

TON Our Lil N’s net worth is completely different now, so who’s to say if he’s actually repentant or if he has a motive?” Julie pondered about it.

“With the Beckett family’s wealth, there’s no need for him to scheme for anyone’s assets, right? But I think that Tristan…” Yvette immediately shook her head and grabbed Joyce’s arm.

“You must stand firm on your position! You can’t fall for the same mistake twice! It doesn’t matter what he wants. We won’ t want him!” Joyce nodded rightfully and said in a firm tone, “Of course!” ‘I’m not that stupid.’

Joyce thought. Yvette and Julie made Joyce drink quite a lot. Joyce felt like her head was heavy and kept nodding off. Fortunately, Julie was still conscious and found everyone a ride home.

The only ones left were Roman and Fabian, who did not touch a drop of alcohol. Julie held the drunk Yvette and pointed to Joyce.

“I’ve contacted Kai, so he’ll be here soon. You guys take her to the )) entrance.” Roman and Fabian obliged. One of them supported Joyce while the other held her purse as they carefully led her outside.

When they got to the door, an unfamiliar cold and deep voice rang out from the right side of the lobby near the entrance of the club. “Let go.”

Roman paused in his footsteps and saw Tristan coming from the side. His expression changed.

‘I wonder how long he’s been waiting here…’ Tristan had gotten to them in a few strides.

He looked at the drunken and dazed Joyce in Roman’s arms and felt deep emotions churning in his chest. His face instantly turned hostile, and his eyes were pitch-black.

Roman, who was still a new model in Julie’s company, still had not gotten a firm foothold in the industry, so he naturally could not fight Tristan.

No matter how unwilling Roman was to hand over the woman in his arms, he had no choice but to let go. Roman was reluctant. His face was equally stiff and cold.

“Mr. Beckett, Ms. Powell’s third brother will be here soon.” Thus, he could not just let Tristan Beckett take Joyce away like that. “I told you to let go.” Tristan’s voice was extremely cold, not wanting to say another word.

His cold gaze swept over Roman’s face with overwhelming authority.

The kind of disparity between these two men was self-apparent with just one look and no words.

They were worlds apart. Roman’s face was a little stiff. Fabian, who was on the side, stepped forward.

“Roman, help Ms. Powell over to the sofa ” He pointed to the sofa at the lounge next to the lobby. a Roman paused for a while.

He was just about to go over when he felt a strong wind.

Suddenly, his arms felt empty, and a strong force shoved him away violently. Roman almost fell and he stumbled back with a pale face, looking shocked and terrified.

Joyce steadily landed in Tristan’s arms and did not seem to be affected by this commotion.

The look of warning and disdain in Tristan’s dark and deep eyes made Roman suddenly feel a chill down his spine.

Tristan did not give Roman or Fabian any time to react before he turned to leave with Joyce in his arms. Roman’s face was stiff and pale. His body became tense, and he felt defeated.

Fabian saw this and sighed. Although he was young, he had been in showbiz for some time. Thus, he was clear about certain things, In the face of Tristan Beckett, no one stood a chance.

“Roman, tell Julie about this.”

Tristan carried Joyce to the backseat of his car. He could smell the strong scent of alcohol on Joyce and unconsciously frowned.

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