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She then took a few sips and put the bowl down. Tristan took her bowl and wanted to clean up for her. 1 However, Demi could not imagine Tristan cleaning and quickly took it from him.
“Mr. Beckett, I’ll do it. You can get some rest.” Joyce shot a dull look at Tristan. “Aren’t you a very busy person? Can you leave?” Tristan’s lips pressed into a straight line.
His eyes darkened slightly. “I won’t bother you.” “You’re already bothering me by being in this room.” Joyce unceremoniously chased him away.
Tristan fell silent, stood up, and left. Demi looked at Joyce’s fierce face and sighed. “Ms. Powell, don’t be angry.
Mr. Beckett was the one who carried you all the way to the hospital…” “What?” Demi explained, “The emergency vehicle lacked the necessary instruments, and the tires punctured when we left.
Mr. Beckett was so anxious that he carried you and ran down the hill…” )) Joyce was stunned and stared out into the distance, lost in thought.
‘It seems that I can’t even be angry at him!’ “Also, when you fainted, you’ve been holding onto him, refusing to let go.
You didn’t notice that you’ve been holding his sleeve the whole time? As soon as he moved away, you’ll cry, so he didn’t dare to leave and has been by your side this time.
Mr. Beckett also had someone send over this soup…” )) Joyce was a little frustrated with herself.
‘Why am I so humiliating when I’m unconscious?!’ “Has the show been recorded?” Joyce hurriedly changed the subject. She did not forget the main purpose. Demi nodded.
“Yeah, it’s over. Everyone has gone back. We can leave whenever you’re ready.” Joyce thought, ‘Oh, good, at least I didn’t delay anything…’
Demi saw that Joyce’s complexion did not look too good, so she told her to rest for a while. Joyce planned to leave soon, but sleep came over her.
She could not help it and fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, it was nighttime.
Since she was asleep, Demi turned off the lights in the ward and closed the door, but the curtains were open, so Joyce knew that it was already dark outside.
The night was cold and still. The streetlights outside were lit.
There was some commotion outside, but the ward’s soundproofing was excellent. The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The inside and outside of the ward felt like two worlds. Joyce took a deep breath and liked this feeling. She quietly got out of bed and wanted to open the door to leave.
Suddenly, she heard a low voice coming from outside the door. “Mr. Beckett, you’ve been sitting here all day and you haven’t eaten anything.
Why don’t you go inside and take a rest for a while?” was Demi’s voice. “No need.” Tristan’s voice was extremely recognizable.
When he spoke to outsiders, his voice was always clear and cold without the slightest warmth.
Joyce’s hand that was on the door handle hesitated for a moment before she opened the door and walked out.
Joyce said, “Get ready, I want to go home.” Demi froze for a moment and immediately responded, “Okay, the driver is waiting outside.”
Tristan stood up, looked at Joyce silently for a moment before he said, “Are you feeling better?” Joyce hesitated for a moment. “Yeah.” ) Hearing that her tone was not stiff, Tristan was a little taken aback.
His gaze. instantly turned gentle and soft. Previously, he was inexplicably afraid that Joyce would get traumatized, but he forgot that Joyce was not a fragile porcelain doll.
Only Joyce would throw a temper tantrum like this after such an incident.
Tristan wanted to send her back, but before he went out, he received an emergency call from the office. Mitchell’s voice was very anxious, so Tristan said goodbye to Joyce and left on his own.
Joyce was awake on the way back home. Her phone was bombarded with messages of concern. Nathaniel was the most exaggerated one.
There were 99 unread messages from him alone… Joyce did not even bother reading them.
She simply took a casual shot of the night sky that had no focus. Rather, it was a hazy mess of urban traffic and city lights.
Then, she posted this photo on her social media with the caption, (Beautiful night. I’m doing well.) In just a few seconds, the likes and comments almost drowned her.
Nathaniel Beckett: (You posted a pic but didn’t bother replying to my message???] Miles Kavanagh: [Photography skills: 0 o] Fabian: (Get well soon!] Ian Carter: [Send me your location!) ……
Joyce picked a few to reply to and was just about to close the page when she saw a new comment. Mitchell: (Relaying a message: Beautiful shot.
Professionals are indeed on another level.] Joyce gritted her teeth. Needless to think, Mitchell could only convey the words of one man.
Was that a compliment or was he mocking her? ‘Stupid Tristan Beckett!’ When Joyce got back to the Powell mansion, she rested well for a few days.
Yvette dragged her to go shopping, eat, and play games to get Joyce’s vitality back. In the blink of an eye, the recorded variety show was posted online.
Joyce was not interested in watching the live broadcast, but she liked watching the show after editing. It always gave her a sense of vigor. She watched the fifteen-minute video with great interest.
At the very beginning, it focused on Tristan’s guest appearance. They did not bring in Mikayla’s drama and made everyone’s interactions seem very harmonious and warm.
The editor was really amazing! The discussion about Joyce was even more heated in the comments section.
Everyone agreed that Tristan only went on this show for Joyce.
Otherwise, why would Tristan show up at an adventure variety show when he had not once shown up at many of the financial shows even after receiving countless invites? This was not just because he was the title sponsor.
[Mr. Beckett is in love with our Goddess Joyce, right?] (Haha! I feel like this is an episode of how to get your wife back and crash and burn in the process!] (Nathaniel doesn’t have a chance anymore…] (Goddess Joyce, don’t waver! Our Fabian is still the best choice!] There were all kinds of comments.
People even sent her private messages telling her to persevere and not to falter because of Tristan Beckett. ‘Do they think I’m dumb?’ Someone even told her to forgive Tristan Beckett because he was a changed man. How demented! Joyce threw her phone to the side and did not want to look at it.
A few days later, Nathaniel proposed the third episode, but Joyce decisively refused. She no longer wanted to participate in the show, especially after knowing that Tristan Beckett was the show’s title sponsor.
Knowing her determination, Nathaniel could only accept this reluctantly, Soon, news of Joyce’s withdrawal from the show spread like wildfire. The netizens had a huge reaction.
[This show without Joyce is like losing its soul! I only like this show because of Goddess Joyce’s face and Mikayla’s dumbness!) (Goddess Joyce, please rethink your decision and make your debut in showbiz! You’re much more interesting than other actresses!] (Are you quitting because of Mr. Beckett?] There was too much speculation and comments about her relationship with Tristan because everyone was debating about it. Joyce’s socials were bombarded every day.
There was no other way but to let Powell Corporation step in with an announcement in the name of the company.
(With immediate effect, Joyce Powell is reinstated to her position in Powell Corporation.) Joyce forwarded this notice with the message. [It’s time to get back to my career again!)
Joyce’s post temporarily quelled everyone’s desire for her to return to the show.
After all, she was the CEO of Powell Corporation and did not need to depend on the entertainment industry to make a living. Thus, she was certainly qualified to make that decision.
This fever quickly subsided. Joyce thought that this was just an excuse for her to withdraw from the show, but early the next morning, Tigger automatically adjusted the room’s settings to daytime mode before she woke up.
When she opened her eyes, the sunlight spilled through the curtains and only her face.
Joyce did a lazy stretch and poked Tigger. “You’re mistaken. It’s not time to get up yet…” Tigger jumped up and rubbed its head on her forehead.
“Someone’s waiting for you! They won’t let you stay in bed!” Joyce had no choice but to slowly get up since her sleepiness was almost gone. It took twenty minutes for her to freshen up.
She chose a luxury Elie Saab’s casual dress from this season. It was a light beige knee-length dress that made her seem so gentle, youthful, and bright. – Grant was beginning to get impatient and had checked his watch countless times, As soon as Joyce went downstairs, she was pulled by Grant.
“You have to go to the office today. Everyone’s waiting for you.” Joyce stared at him in amazement.’ Today?! When was this decided?’ Grant knew that she was puzzled and explained, “It’s the shareholders’ meeting today.
Some people have been eyeing your position for a long time, so you must show your face and make them back down.” Joyce immediately understood. “So, that’ s what it is…’
Powell Corporation. Inside the conference room on the top floor, everyone was sitting upright. The atmosphere was solemn. Joyce had experienced such an occasion more than once, so she was used to it.
When she followed Grant into the meeting room, many people were looking at her with complicated expressions, while some were joyfully relieved that she was alive, and some were just unconcerned.
The moment she walked in, applause rang out in the conference room. This was the first time Joyce attended a company meeting since she got out of the island.
Some faces were still familiar, while some were unfamiliar. “Welcome back, President Joyce.” Joyce smiled and sat next to Grant after greeting everyone. The meeting started.