Episode 34 – Never Divorce a Secret Billionaire Heiress Free Online (Joyce & Tristan Novel)

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lan pestered Joyce and was asking her what happened before he arrived.

“Did Tristan Beckett take advantage of you? Why did Ingrid Beckett say that you seduced him?“

Joyce rolled her eyes at him. “No, it’s just an accident.“

This could only be an accident. Otherwise, there was no other explanation for it because no one would believe that Tristan

Beckett did it on purpose.

“If he dares to bully you, I’ll definitely beat him up! “ lan waved his fist.

Joyce swept a glance around and did not see Grant anywhere. “Where’s my brother?”

“He just went to the VIP table with Chairman Lichman to talk business. Do you wanna go find him?” lan asked.

Joyce shook her head. “Forget it. Let’s not bother him.”

When she turned her head, she saw Tristan Beckett walking towards them.

‘It’s such a coincidence that he keeps popping up everywhere. Why is that guy haunting me like a ghost?!”

Joyce raised her eyebrows, held lan’s arm, and intended to leave as if she did not see Tristan.

“Joyce, let’s talk.” The man’s dark eyes sank.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Joyce did not stop and left him high and dry. She did not want to have the slightest thing to do with this man.

He was just here to give her an apology, but an apology was the most worthless form of guilt.

She did not need it!

lan Carter glanced sideways at Tristan Beckett. He smiled smugly and recklessly as if he was mocking Tristan’s current situation.

‘Look at him! Even Tristan Beckett has his day…’ Keith Ludwig finally caught up to Tristan. He followed

Tristan’s gaze and saw Joyce’s departing back. “Tsk tsk. Ferg, since you’re already divorced, don’t regret it. This is all that woman’s cheap tricks anyway.”

Tristan cast a sidelong glance at him and said, “Do I need you to teach me how to do things?“

Keith suddenly felt a chill on his back and did not dare to speak for a while.

‘That woman humiliated Tristan in front of everyone. Even I feel like dying from anger, so let alone Tristan! Although what Ingrid said was indeed a little overboard, that woman asked for it since she begged to marry Tristan in the first place! Was it not her own fault then?”

When Joyce first entered the hall, many came over to mingle with her perhaps because of her position in the Powell

Corporation or because of the drama tonight.

Since Joyce came here to expand her network and find out insider information, she was happy to chat with people. She would clink her wine glass with every one of them and take a small sip. No one forced her to drink.

After the mingling session, Joyce still felt a little tipsy even though lan had taken a few drinks on Joyce’s behalf. She then found an opportunity and slipped to the bathroom.

Joyce washed her face with cold water and felt the stuffiness in her chest dissipate. Just when she was about to wipe her face with a paper towel, Joyce heard Ingrid’s voice gradually approaching from outside.

“I won’t let that b*tch Joyce get away so easily! She humiliated my family and is so shameless to surround herself with a continuous stream of men! Does she think she’ll be a strong independent woman by sleeping her way to the top? She should just take a look in the mirror to see what a wretch she is! *

Ingrid Beckett and her groupie walked in and saw Joyce leaning on the sink, staring at them with her arms crossed and a cold smile on her face.

For a moment, Ingrid was stunned and instantly regained her nasty look as she coldly snorted. “Ugh, I have such bad luck seeing this b*tch everywhere I go.”

‘I feel the same way.” Joyce could not help but laugh.

Ingrid raised her eyebrows. “Who are you to say that? Others might not know your true nature, but do you really think that you can erase the past and start over? You’re just an uncouth lowlife who just smells of poverty wherever you go.“

Joyce hooked her lips and did not turn around, but she still accurately turned on the tap behind her. Her action was smooth and quick. Water flowed out, but no one knew the meaning of her action.

Perhaps she was just trying to keep her words from being overheard.

“Ms. Beckett, you should be thanking God that I didn’t take the initiative to make a fuss about the previous things you did to me, so don’t come and find trouble for yourself.” Her voice was extremely cold, but the curvature of her lips made her look much gentler.

“What did you say? How dare you warn me? I’m the Young Lady of the Beckett family, but what are you? After getting kicked out of my family, you’re nothing!”

Ingrid glared at Joyce with a glum face. Without Tristan’s presence, Ingrid was not afraid of anything anymore.

This Young Lady Beckett had always looked down on her “Sister-in-Law” Since the very beginning, so that sense of superiority had been engraved in her.

“How could this nobody Joyce even quality to be on an equal footing with me at home and be respected? Can she help in

Brother’s career or can her family be of any assistance?”

In the past three years, Ingrid had deliberately asked Joyce to hand wash her clothes. When it was damaged, she would scold

Joyce. Ingrid did not even bother to stretch her hands to pour herself a glass of water and preferred to order Joyce around instead. If she was not satisfied, she would ger Joyce to redo it.

The countless times of humiliation and Joyce’s forbearance and silence made Ingrid addicted to this feeling. Thus, Ingrid took it for granted and felt that Joyce deserved to be servile and submissive.

Even after the divorce, Ingrid felt that Joyce could not refute her because Joyce would always be inferior to her.

“Only you think that the Becketts are unbeatable. I really wonder where you got your superiority complex…“

Joyce scoffed and showed a playful smile.

“Hah! Why didn’t you say that when you were so desperate to marry my brother? Joyce, have you forgotten how shameless you were? You’d rather be a mobile blood bank for Selena just to marry my brother. This is your glorious past…“ Ingrid could not help but provoke Joyce with the past.

Joyce collected her smile. Her face was calm and somewhat cold.

“Ms. Beckett, I wasn’t being shameless. I was just blind! If you want to mention the past again, then I’ll get really calculative with you.”

‘Calculative? What’s this broke woman trying to be calculative about?’ Ingrid thought. “Do you think I’m afraid of you? Joyce, if you have the guts, come at me then! Ah — “ Ingrid suddenly shrieked.