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She grew up around her parents and was not close to her brother, who grew up abroad. After Tristan returned to the country, he became a first-class business whiz in the industry and expanded the Beckett family’s wealth by hundreds of times. This made
Ingrid insufferably arrogant.
“Answer me! “ Tristan saw Ingrid’s hesitation and forced her to speak.
A crisp, cold scoff came from the left side behind him. Without a thought, he knew that it was Joyce who was laughing.
“Mr. Beckett, it’s all true.“
As soon as Joyce admitted it, the surrounding people looked at these two people with a complicated gaze. They did not expect that behind Joyce’s bright and beautiful exterior was such an ugly and miserable past.
After hearing Ingrid Beckett saying it, they felt sympathetic towards Joyce. The scandal online after Joyce and Tristan’s divorce did not seem so groundless after all.
It was truly not easy to marry into a rich and powerful family…
Tristan’s body stiffened and felt something tightly clenching his heart. It turned out that not only did his close friends despise Joyce, but even the entire Beckett family were bullying her, and as Joyce’s husband, he was clueless about everything!
Over their three years of marriage, Tristan only went back to their house a handful of times. Each time, he only went to talk to Joyce about Selena’s health condition so that Joyce would willingly go to donate blood. He would also be polite to Joyce and ask if she had enough pocket money before he left her a bank card and left.
Tristan had always thought that he had been nice enough to Joyce. It turned out that he had been deceiving himself. He owed her too much!
At this moment, he did not know how he should face Joyce.
His fists were tightly clenched and his whole body was tense.
However, Joyce only laughed lightly. Her voice was pleasant, but it had a piercing chill.
“Mr. Beckett, you can go home and ask any maid to find out if it’s true, but even if it is, so what?“
‘So what if you find out about it now?’
The others only threw hell at Joyce because they all thought that Tristan acquiesced to their actions.
Thus, what did it matter that he found out about it now?
Tristan was the least innocent of them all because he stabbed her and left the deepest wound in her heart.
Under the soothing ambient light, Joyce’s bright smile was charming yet dangerous, and her beautiful eyes were extremely cold.
She was unforgiving.
“Mr. Beckett, if it’s true, what are you gonna do about it? Are you going to let Ms. Beckett and Mrs. Beckett kneel to me and apologize? Will you let them do my laundry and cook for me as my maids? Or do you want to get rid of your poor ex-wife, who doesn’t even have a penny to her name, by throwing money at her again?“
Everyone looked surprised. When it came to that point, everyone thought that both sides would just cry and apologize to each other. Someone would compromise and everything would be swept under the rug. They did not expect that Joyce would dare to speak out so blatantly.
The Becketts were so rich that they did not need a dowry from Tristan’s wife. However, being of equal social status was an unspoken rule among the gentry circle. It was just that no one would openly talk about it.
If this drama continued, it would surely get out of hand.
“Apologize? Dream on! “
Ingrid refused to admit defeat. There were so many people watching, so she certainly would not apologize to Joyce.
She glared at Joyce and stubbornly said, “I will never apologize to you. You even want me to kneel and be your maid?! Stop daydreaming! “
‘That’s enough! “
Tristan dragged Ingrid back with full force. Ingrid hit the railing, which was so painful that her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
He did not bother to glance at Ingrid and looked at Joyce with a complex gaze. He could not fulfill any of those conditions she mentioned earlier, except for money, but would she even accept it?
For the first time, Tristan felt powerless. “Joyce, I…”
“Mr. Beckett, since you can’t do anything, don’t act like you have a guilty conscience. Apologies aren’t worth anything. Are you trying to gain sympathy? Don’t you think you’re being too shameful?”
Joyce sneered and looked at Ingrid Beckett with a cold gaze. She lowered her eyelids slightly and said, “ Ms. Beckett, are you trying to embarrass me by bringing out this ugly past over and over again?
Mind you, I’m not embarrassed. Your family should be embarrassed for treating their daughter-in -law like a maid. I wonder who will ever dare to marry into your family again…”
“Anyway, you’re not worthy of being a Beckett! Joyce, you were clearly trying to seduce my brother earlier. Aren’t you gonna admit it?“
Ingrid was adamant that Joyce was deliberately seducing her brother with that kiss earlier.
‘Joyce wants me to apologize?!’
Ingrid was resentful and thought, ‘Why can Joyce be so arrogant? Why didn’t my brother back me up?’
“Ms. Beckett, you actually think that I want to seduce Mr. Beckett?“
Joyce laughed lightly. She was never one to beat around the bush and had always gone straight to the point.
‘Seduce? I don’t think I ‘m cheap enough to do this! ‘
That kiss at the end of the dance was unexpected and shocking. It must have planted seeds of doubt in the hearts of the crowd.
In everyone’s opinion, Joyce must be the one who was seducing Tristan Beckett.
Her eyes were clear and cold as she swept a glance at Tristan. The corners of her lips hooked up into a mocking smile.
“Three years ago, I was blind enough to marry Mr. Beckett, but I’m certainly not so blind as to fall for Mr. Beckett now. Even if
I seduce every man on earth, I won’t ever look at Tristan Beckett again.”
Joyce did not want to look back and relive that depressing and suffocating past again.
Ingrid shuddered from Joyce’s cold gaze. She felt that the current Joyce in front of her was a completely different person from the submissive Joyce in her impression.
The wine glass that Joyce placed on the crystal table made a crisp clink and broke the awkward silence. Joyce then turned around and went downstairs under the watchful gaze of the crowd. lan glared at Ingrid and Tristan viciously before he quickly followed after Joyce.
The crowd looked at Tristan, who stood there with a glum face. His gaze followed closely after Joyce’s departing back with an indecipherable expression.
Keith stood on the side and felt shocked. Seeing Tristan’s attitude, it was clear that he felt heartbroken for that woman after knowing the truth.
“Mr. Lichman, I wanted to ask if this three-way cooperation of yours can be expanded to a four-way cooperation?“ Keith laughed as he pulled Gerard Lichman over, trying to divert everyone’s attention to other places.
After all, Tristan Beckett’s gossip was not something that anyone could just watch for entertainment.
Everyone also had the good sense to continue mingling and drinking in the banquet hall.
Gerard Lichman had a faint smile as he pushed up the gold -rimmed glasses on his nose bridge. “No.“
Keith said, “Can’t you be a little more euphemistic?“
Gerard hesitated for a while and replied, “Sorry, it’s not possible.*
Keith was speechless. ‘Forget it. I’d be better off talking to Tristan…”
Once he turned around, the man who was standing there earlier had already disappeared.
“Where did he go?“ Keith muttered to himself.
Gerard faintly glanced at a certain location downstairs before he smiled and left.
At the same time, there were not many people around in the lounge downstairs, so it was quiet.