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Joyce was arranged to present an award to Fabian.
Thus, as soon as the nominations for the “Most Promising Newcomer” award were announced, Joyce prepared to go onstage.
There were usually two “Most Promising Newcomer” awards, one of which was Fabian’s because he deserved it.
Fabian was unaware of all this until that moment.
The host was on stage, passionately introducing the nominees.
The drumroll sounded and countless spotlights focused on the expressions of the nominees as they tried to capture their micro-expressions.
The suspense was at its highest point. “The winners of the “Most Promising Newcomer” awards are… Fabian and Mikayla!” Loud applause instantly resounded in the hall.
Fabian stood up excitedly. A camera swept over to him.
At that moment, the two seats next to him were empty.
Joyce straightened her dress below the stage and was just about to go up to present the award when someone behind her suddenly took her hand with a firm grip, leading her up.
She glanced to the side and stiffened slightly. ‘Tristan Beckett?! Why is this guy haunting me?! The other guest of honor was supposed to be the director of the TV station, so how could there be a last-minute change? Joyce glanced back and saw the director of the TV station smiling respectfully at the side.
He extended his arm as a signal for Joyce to “please proceed”. This was clearly Tristan’s intention to swap out the director for himself.
How shameless! Joyce wanted to withdraw her hand and did not want to be so close to him. His faint scent of cologne only made her uncomfortable.
Tristan pressed down on her hand to prevent her from retracting it. “Don’t make a scene.” His low magnetic voice sounded. He made it sound like he was very tolerant of Joyce, who was the unreasonable one.
‘What the hell?!’ Joyce was stunned for a moment.
She clenched her teeth and knew that it was too late to refuse because they had already walked to the stage. Under the spotlight, countless pairs of eyes and cameras were on them.
Joyce just felt so uneasy and restless. The appearance of Tristan Beckett and Joyce Powell in the same frame was far more attractive than the two most promising newcomers.
They seemed to carry their unique auras, so when they stood there at this time, it seemed like they were the main focus on the stage.
In particular, Mikayla and the host, who were wearing gorgeous gowns, were overshadowed.
The host on stage reacted quickly, “It’s an honor to have Mr. Beckett and Ms. Powell here to present the ‘Most Promising Newcomer awards.
Would you like to say anything to the two actors?” Joyce finally had a chance to let go of Tristan’s arm, so she took two steps forward to separate herself from Tristan. 🙂 She smiled so brightly that she made her look as radiant and stunning as ever.
Joyce picked up the microphone and praised Fabian unrestrainedly. “Fabian’s efforts and talent are self-evident. I truly appreciate his performance most among the newcomers.
I think he is truly deserving to win this award…” )) Tristan’s gaze had been locked onto Joyce the entire time. When it was Tristan’s turn to speak, the crowd fell silent.
Mikayla, who was on the side, blushed nervously and looked at Tristan with expectant, glimmering eyes. Tristan picked up the microphone.
He had forgotten the name of the actress who won the award, so he just smiled faintly and said, “Whatever Ms. Powell said is my words exactly.” Joyce thought, ‘Shameless bastard!’
Tristan’s speech was lame, but everyone still gave him warm applause out of courtesy.
Joyce rolled her eyes in her heart, but she maintained a gracious and polite smile on her face.
When it came time to present the award, Tristan took the trophy and certificate from the attendant on the side and presented them to Mikayla.
Mikayla was very nervous because the person giving her the award was Tristan Beckett. How could she not be moved? Tristan Beckett was a business magnate that could shake the business world with a stomp of his feet.
Mikayla thought that if she could get in Tristan’s good graces, then she would no longer have to worry about attending any other social events or private dinners for the sake of her career…
Mikayla carefully accepted the certificate and trophy handed to her by Tristan and mustered all the courage she had. Her face was delicate and shy, with some hesitation and anticipation in her eyes.
“Thank you, Mr. Beckett. I’ve heard a lot about you. I hope that we can work I together sometime…” ) Tristan just swept a careless glance at the woman and did not reply
. During the group photo, Tristan was supposed to stand on the left side of Mikayla, separated from Joyce.
However, Tristan shamelessly stood to the right side of Mikayla, squeezing the actress out of the frame while he and Joyce stood in the middle of the two award winners.
This position caused some confusion. The winners on the stage were speechless.
Joyce stood there, trying her best to maintain a decent smile. She really did not want to make a big deal out of things in front of so many reporters.
In her heart, she thought, ‘Oh no… It’s over… Fabian won’t get to ride on my popularity anymore!’ As soon as the awards ceremony was over, Joyce could not hold back any longer.
She did not even participate in the reception and left in a rush. Fortunately, no one stopped her. Tristan was surrounded by people, talking and exchanging pleasantries.
He watched as Joyce got into her car and left. “Mr. Beckett…” » A sweet and gentle voice came from the back. It was Mikayla. The most promising new actress stood there at this time, wearing a light dress.
Her chest and her back were quite exposed, so when the cold wind blew, she shivered and looked quite pathetic.
Hearing this, Tristan’s dark gaze glanced at her indifferently.
He seemed to be recalling who this woman was.
The people around Tristan knew at a glance what this woman had in mind.
Everyone was single, and with Tristan’s status, he became the object of desire for many women.
Since this was the first time Tristan presented an award to a female celebrity, no one could say for sure what Tristan’s relationship was with Mikayla.
Thus, everyone smiled meaningfully and had the sense to excuse themselves.
Soon, only Tristan and Mikayla were left. Mikayla stepped forward looking soft and pitiful.
She bit her lower lip and looked as if she had something to say.
“Mr. Beckett, my manager left in a hurry and accidentally took my clothes.
Can you please give me a ride on the way?” Mikayla spoke as she touched her bare arms and shoulders that were pitifully shivering in the cold.
Tristan’s eyes were indifferent and gloomy. He took out his phone and called Mitchell.
“Bring the car over.” Before Mikayla could smile with delight, Tristan said in a magnetic and cold voice, No, it’s out of the way.” “) After that, he left without looking back. Mikayla’s face stiffened.
Her lips were pale as she watched Tristan get into the car by himself and leave. Inside the car.
Tristan was expressionless. “Where are the photos?” Mitchell tapped on his phone a few times Scanned with and sent a picture to Tristan.
It was the group stage photo with the two most promising new actors as well as the two presenters.
There were only two people left in the middle after the photo was cropped – Tristan and Joyce. The corners of Tristan’s lips relaxed slightly.
He was very satisfied with this photo. However, his eyes suddenly sank.
His heart clenched, even his breathing became heavier. In their three years of marriage, Tristan and Joyce did not have a single picture together.
Tristan had just realized how many important things he had missed in life.