Filed to story: The Secret Billionaire Heiress: Love’s Deception (Joyce & Tristan Novel)
Ingrid tugged on Tristan’s arm. “Brother, you have to help me…didn’t Joyce take your money to support her lover? She clearly has an affair with that man…”
Tristan shrugged Ingrid off of his arm. His tone was sullen as he coldly spat out. “That man is Grant Powell from West City. He’s someone you can’t afford to mess with.”
He began to be doubtful. ‘Was the divorce not just my problem? Perhaps the entire Beckett family is the problem…’
Ingrid was stupefied. Although she had never met Grant Powell, every woman in the elite circle knew that he was the most eligible bachelor in West City. He was so mysterious and noble. Countless women would bend over backward just to marry this man, but Joyce was with him?
She was vexed. Since her brother did not back her up, she could only turn to others for help. Ingrid immediately made a phone call. “Keith, Joyce bullied me. You have to help me…”
At Grant Powell’s office in the Powell Tower, Joyce watched as Grant made her a cup of coffee with skill and grace. Just then,
she received a call from Dominic Young, the President of Falcon Entertainment. “Joyce, I got insider information that Ms.
Beckett found someone to follow you discreetly. Do you need help to solve this?”
Joyce pursed her lips slightly and smiled. Her gaze was indifferent. “Nah, let her be. I’ll just go with the flow. It’ll save me some publicity fees.”
After she hung up, Grant frowned slightly and paused for a moment. “What is it?”
“Ms. Beckett hired someone to follow me. Let her be.”
Grant did not take it to heart because these little tricks were within their control. He handed over an aromatic cup of coffee he just made for her. “Careful, it’s hot.”
Joyce smiled and took it, then closed her eyes to savor the smell. “Your coffee is the best, much better than the world’s top baristas. I think you’ll definitely make it big if you open a cafe.”
Grant snorted and cast her a helpless glance. “No one but you can afford to drink my coffee.”
Joyce tasted the coffee with great satisfaction and suddenly remembered something. “Since I’m officially starting my job tomorrow, can I ask Yvette to be my right hand and help me for a few days?”
Grant nodded without much thought, “Whatever, just make your own arrangements.”
Thinking about the way Yvette looked at Grant, Joyce excitedly sent Yvette a message.
[Okay, you’re officially starting work tomorrow!]
Yvette replied immediately. [Yes, ma’am!]
Yvette was from the affluent Quimbey family. When Yvette offered to help Joyce, she only planned to spend more time with
Joyce and Grant. Joyce saw through her intentions but did not expose her because she also wanted her best friend and big brother to be together.
Joyce was in a great mood and happily left for their date. The two ladies then went to a bar they frequented.
Tattle Bar was lively with raucous music. The bass and the beats made them immerse themselves in the music.
Yvette was delighted to be starting work at Powell Corporation, so she let loose and partied to her heart’s content. After some drinks, they went up to the dance floor. These two ladies were incredibly beautiful with outstanding temperaments, which immediately attracted a lot of attention. One was sexy and passionate, and the other was aloof and regal.
Although Yvette was starting to slur her words, she still wanted to continue drinking. Joyce was a little helpless wnen she saw this. She took Yvette’s hand and shouted over the music, “I’m going to the bathroom, so wait for me here!”
Yvette just waved her hand in assurance.
Joyce came back after a few minutes. Her face instantly sank when she saw a tall, burly man standing next to Yvette.
The man had long noticed the two ladies dancing by themselves. When he saw that Yvette was alone, he became horny and went up to pull Yvette into his arms. He did not expect Joyce to come back so quickly and looked askance at her.
“Since you’re here, you don’t have to leave just yet. Why don’t you accompany me for a drink?” The man’s gaze was lecherous as he flashed a cunning smile. His tone was half-threatening and half-coaxing.
Yvette was already tipsy. The man was holding her neck and looked like he could drag her away at any time.
Joyce looked straight at the man and said calmly, “Let her go.”
The man hooked his lips smugly and beckoned to her. “Come here and drink this, then I’ll let her go.”
Joyce knew without having to think that the drink must have been spiked.
Even so, she did not hesitate and walked over, but an onlooker discouraged her. “Miss, don’t go over first. Call the police. This guy is a notorious gang leader.”
‘Even a gangster dares to bully me now?’
Joyce turned to look at the other guy and said, “Thanks for your concern, but don’t worry.”
She was fed up and laughed instead of getting angry. “If I go over, you’ll release her?”
“Sure. Come over then…”
The man smiled lewdly and thought that he had these ladies in the bag. ‘I’m getting lucky tonight!
Joyce smirked and walked over to him confidently.
When she was in front of the gangster, she raised her eyebrows. “I’m here now, so let her go.”
‘This chick is more beautiful than this drunk one.’
The gangster was aroused and reached out wanting to caress Joyce’s face, but before he could touch her, he watched as a beer bottle landed on his head.
“Ah!” He squealed like a pig.
In the next second, Joyce reached out and bent his wrist downward, which made him lose all ability to retaliate. While the man was squealing, she kicked him in the chest, and the punk fell heavily to the ground. He rolled around a few times and curled up in pain as his body trembled. The gangster did not even have the strength to stand up and fight back.
The music in the bar stopped abruptly, so it was unusually silent for a moment.
The crowd was shocked by this scene. Some people did not even catch it before it was over because it all happened in less than a minute. Those who intended to be heroes did not even get the opportunity to save their damsel in distress.
Such a burly man was crushed by this beauty in mere seconds!
Having been out of practice for three years, Joyce was not at all rusty and still had the basic fighting skills. She took a step back and glanced at the punk on the ground with a cold gaze. She then calmly went over to pick up the glass of spiked wine that was on the bar counter and squatted next to him.
“You wanna drink this yourself, or should I help you with it?”
The corners of her lips curled up in contempt. She was unfazed by the dark red blood that oozed out from his head. Under the colorful lights of the bar, her smile looked more terrifying.
The man wailed in pain as he twitched and shuddered in fear. He hurriedly begged for mercy. He never imagined that he would encounter such a difficult woman.
However, Joyce did not care about his pleas. She reached out and yanked his hair aggressively, forcing him to tilt his head back.
Her voice was still as calm as ever. ‘I’ll help you.”
After that, she poured the entire glass of wine into his mouth that not a single drop was left.