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“Papa, I really miss you…” Tristan, who originally wanted to kick it away, was a little speechless.
He bent down and carried it by the neck, then looked at Tigger and flashed a rare smile. “I miss you too.”
The three other people in the room were dumbfounded, especially Gerard Lichman, who would never expect to see this. Tigger had always been unilaterally admiring Tristan before its program was modified.
Tristan also never had any feelings or responses to this fake tiger.
Today, Tristan even said “I miss you too” in this rare moment? Was that man still the Tristan Beckett everyone knew? However, when Gerard saw Joyce’s shocked and disgusted gaze, he instantly understood.
Perhaps Tristan’s “I miss you too” was not directed at Tigger. Tigger was swinging its four limbs in the air while it bobbed its cute little tiger head.
Tigger was so shocked that it almost bit off its tongue that was sticking out.
“Papa, you really are the most handsome man in the world! Mama is the most beautiful.”
Before Tigger could finish its sentence, Joyce dragged it away because she could not stand Tigger’s embarrassing suck-up compliments.
– Joyce covered Tigger’s mouth and glared at the little tiger with a warning gaze. “Shut up!” She coldly swept a glance at Tigger, then threw the little tiger to Molly.
“My second brother changed Tigger’s program, so change it back for me.
The Tigger that I raised must go according to my ideas!” Everyone instantly understood what she wanted to do.
Gerard glanced at Tristan from the side, waiting to see a good show.
Tristan’s face gradually turned cold. His eyes dimmed and the corners of his jaw tightened.
Tigger reluctantly muttered in defiance, But you just told me to be assertive…”
Joyce shot Tigger a warning look.
Tigger’s AI system quickly analyzed that this look was not to be messed with! Tigger weakly shrunk back while Molly promised her.
“Sure, no problem.” Molly then took out her laptop in front of everyone.
Gerard and Tristan did not leave the lounge and sat opposite them.
Tigger was lying on the table and looked at Joyce pitifully as if it really did not want to hate Tristan Beckett.
Joyce pursed her lips and waited for ten minutes.
She looked at Molly and wondered, ‘Still not ready? I remember it took less than two minutes to modify Tigger last time…
Molly frowned and laboriously tapped away on the keyboard. Another ten minutes passed as cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
“Oh no! The Great God Maverick installed a firewall in this little traitor’s program.
I can’t crack it at all….”
The corners of Joyce’s lips twitched. Before she could feel shocked or disappointed, she heard Tristan Beckett’s low chuckle opposite her.
Everyone’s eyes shifted to Tristan. His laughter obviously drew a lot of attention.
‘What is he so proud of? What is there to be happy about?!’ Joyce thought. Tristan looked relaxed and smiled with pleasure. “Just forget it if you have limited ability …
Molly Stewart was helpless and gave up. Since this was the Great God Maverick’s code, no one could break through his defenses. Joyce gritted her teeth in anger.
After such a roundabout, it turned out that her biggest opponent was her second brother that popped out of nowhere?! Tigger’s spirits were lifted. He once again jumped into Tristan’s arms.
“Papa, you’re awesome and handsome! I love you, Papa!” Joyce glared at Tigger who was in Tigger’s arms.
Her eyebrows twitched, and her tone was cold and harsh.
“Tigger Powell! Get back here!” Joyce thought, ‘This tiger is so spineless and completely humiliated me in front of that son of a b*tch Tristan Beckett!’ Tristan stroked the tiger’s head and said in a gentle and clear voice, “Go back to your mother…” ) ‘Why is this good-for-nothing tiger suddenly so obedient to actually walk back? Tigger even looked back at Tristan like he’s so reluctant to get separated from him?!’ Joyce felt like she could die from exasperation. She immediately stuffed Tigger into her bag and looked at Gerard with a faint smile.
“Goodbye then.” After that, Joyce left without waiting for Gerard’s response. Molly hurriedly followed. “Joyce!” “Is there anything else?” Molly smiled and was a little hesitant.
“I’ve been sending messages to The Great God Maverick for the past few days, but he hasn’t replied to any of it. Is he very busy lately?” Joyce nodded.
“He’s participating in a top-secret research project, so he won’t be able to have contact with the outside world.” Molly nodded in understanding. She seemed relieved but also a little disappointed.
Joyce suddenly thought of something, and smiled. “Molly, my dad’s birthday is in a few days.
Mav will definitely come home, so I’ll invite you then!” Molly did not hesitate in the slightest and beamed. “Sure!” Joyce waved goodbye to her. She intended to send Tigger to Floyd.
Otherwise, she would sooner or later die from anger! Tristan seemed calm, but as soon as Joyce left, he bid goodbye to Gerard.
Gerard realized what was going on and teased Tristan, deliberately pretending to be in a pickle. “Mr. Beckett, we have a meeting later…” Tristan gave him a cold sidelong glance.
“Let’s talk about it next time.”
“Even if you go out now, it’s too late. Also, Ms. Powell kept insinuating that you lied to her?” ” Gerard was rarely in the mood for gossip.
He had a feeling that something was going on with these two people. Tristan’s voice was indifferent. “What does it have to do with you? Busybody!” After that, Tristan walked out without another word.
There was less than a minute gap between their departure. When Tristan came out, he watched as Joyce’s car drove away from him. Gerard snickered lightly in the back.”
What did I tell you?” ‘He’s too late! He won’t be able to catch up to her…’
Tristan’s face turned glum. He glanced at him indifferently and walked away. Before he left, Tristan left a sentence in a cold voice.
“No good words are to be expected from a scoundrel…” a ‘Is he calling me a scoundrel?’ Gerard stood frozen in place and felt depressed.
No one would be able to watch Tristan Beckett’s spectacle and leave unscathed. Beckett Corporation. Tristan Beckett stared at his computer.
On the screen was Nathaniel’s announcement of the official transformation of his studio.
Nathaniel would start preparing for an adventure program and would invite a team of explorers to join him.
Their whole journey would be documented and released as an adventure variety show, Nathaniel stood in front of the camera making an impromptu self-introduction.
He looked very manly dressed in outdoor attire, and his deep handsome features were enough to attract a huge following.
Just this one short clip managed to gain so much traction that it occupied first place in that day’s trending topics.
Tristan’s face was gloomy and sullen as he glared at Mitchell, who was standing apprehensively on the side.
Tristan’s voice was cold, harsh, and deep with suppressed anger. “What’s going on here?” Mitchell trembled in fear.
He could barely maintain the courteous smile on his face. “It’s… Ms. Powell who gave him the money…”
Tristan’s office fell silent. The air around them had a dense oppressive chill.
Mitchell did not dare to breathe freely. Although Mitchell was used to this kind of atmosphere, every time he experienced it, his whole body would shiver.