Episode 79 – Never Divorce a Secret Billionaire Heiress Free Online (Joyce & Tristan Novel)

Filed to story: Never Divorce a Secret Billionaire Heiress Book Free Online

Wait a sec… Live stream, gifts, private collectors’ items, not released in Mediania…’

A reporter came to his senses and could not help but ask, “Ms. Powell, are you the ‘

RichBaby’ who shocked the internet a few days ago from buying $800 million worth of goods online in one afternoon?”

Everyone’s eyes widened as they looked at Joyce, who just smiled and pursed her lips shyly.

“These are just some small gifts for all the staff in the companies under Powell

Corporation. I didn’t expect that it’ll attract so much attention. I’m truly sorry for taking up the media’s resources…”

There were so many branches and subsidiaries under Powell Corporation, so $

800 million worth of luxury items was not considered excessive. It might not even be enough to go around.

Everyone was just so shocked and speechless. ‘Joyce is @RichBaby!’

No wonder those interne detectives exhausted all their energy and still could not find out the person behind this account handle.

Joyce used $800 million to buy out the entire live stream session so that the live streamer could shop for her remotely in

Europe. While everyone was busy berating her, she had quietly assumed her identity as the billionaire heiress!

At the same time, the photos from Powell

Corporation’s anniversary gala had already set off shocking waves on the Internet.

The picture of Joyce on the digital signboard atop the Pearl Tower across the river was the most direct way to announce her identity.

[0MG, this is legendary! A billionaire heiress hides her own identity to marry a guy below her status and reveals herself to be the richest young woman after their divorce?!

This plot is like a TV show!]

[The Beckett family is horrendous! They think Joyce’s easy to bully and even hired keyboard warriors to insult her… Don’t they feel ashamed for treating a lady like that?]

[Joyce’s comeback is awesome!]

[Yasss kween! Joyce, you rock! I love you

[I passed by a dozen intersections earlier and saw Joyce’s picture plastered on every building. She hands down beat all those actresses that wanted to fight for those advertising spaces. I’m witnessing history in the making!]

[Joyce is @RichBaby?! Her nickname is too straightforward, right? Why is she so cute?!]

Inside the banquet hall, Joyce’s act of squandering $800 million did not cause the crowd’s antipathy. Instead, they all felt touched that Joyce truly cared for every employee in her company.

After everyone marveled at her generosity, Joyce carelessly swept her gaze to Old

Master Beckett with a light mockery in her pretty eyes.

‘Besides that, when I was at a charity auction earlier this month, I bought an emerald pipe from Mrs. Beckett…”

Joyce paused and watched as Old Master Beckett’s expression turned into panic, then continued to speak slowly, *Chairman Beckett, I’ve decided…-

‘Wait!’ Old Master Beckett could not bear it any longer and stepped forward, interrupting her words. He could tolerate that Joyce hid her identity, deceived them, and made his family a laughing stock, but the emerald pipe absolutely could not fall into the hands of others!

`Joyce, you know that the emerald pipe is my family heirloom. Now, I’m willing to buy it back from you at ten times the price.

Consider the extra money as compensation for you from our family.’

The first to speak always had the upper hand. Old Master Beckett thought that Joyce was still a little too inexperienced to go up against an old-timer like him.

Joyce spent $30 million to buy that emerald pipe. Now that it had inflated to $300

million, it was simply more than anyone could ask for.

Although this was a pretty sizable amount for many, for Joyce Powell, this was equivalent to a slap in the face.

Feeling the tense atmosphere between Joyce and Old Master Beckett, everyone’s eyes fell on Joyce.

Her smile was bright and stunning, and her eyes glittered like the stars. She spoke unhurriedly, “Chairman Beckett, I’m so rich and certainly don’t need that petty cash from you… The emerald pipe’s value can no longer be quantified by money. Since it’s of such significant historic value, I’ve decided to donate this artifact, free of charge, to the

National Museum.”

Joyce beamed and tilted her head to the side, then extended her arm to invite the person standing there. “This is the Director of the National Museum. All of you here play witness to this moment in history in which this emerald pipe finds its most fitting home in the museum for all those who love and respect history. In the future, everyone can share the story of this emerald pipe and

I think this is much more valuable than it will be in the hands of Chairman Beckett alone.

Hence, Chairman Beckett will certainly support my thoughtful decision.’

The man who came over to Joyce on stage looked mature and respectable. He brought over two of his subordinates and gave a simple speech of gratitude. Then, in the presence of the guests, the man took the box containing the emerald pipe from Joyce’s hands and left with it.

Floyd Powell looked at his daughter and felt very pleased with her performance. He came on stage to say a few more words and gave everyone the green light to mingle around as they wished. As for the Beckett family, Floyd Powell would not let them get away so easily…

At this time, Old Master Beckett’s face flushed red with anger. He was so vexed that he could not even speak.

Joyce had defeated him using her own means and had completely put an end to

Old Master Beckett’s plans of getting back his emerald pipe.

If she had sold it to other people, the Becketts would still be able to buy it back because they were willing to pay any price for it.

On the contrary, Joyce had made this an unexpected move to donate the emerald pipe to the National Museum, and more importantly, with so many influential

Even if Old Master Beckett had the ability, he would not dare to take from the museum!

Undoubtedly, he had utterly lost this game!

“Let’s go!”

Old Master Beckett turned around and left.

He could not care less about pleasantries and did not want to stay here for another moment.

“Chairman Beckett, a minute please!”

Floyd Powell slowly walked over with Joyce. Both of them were smiling very cheerfully.

Old Master Beckett’s face was glum as he narrowed his eyes and grunted coldly. He was so exasperated looking at this father’s daughter pair that he gnashed his teeth and said, ‘Chairman Powell, what else do you have in store? I’ve already seen enough of this surprising show’”

It was clear that the Powells were deliberately telling off the Becketts with everything that happened at the gala.

‘No wonder Joyce was so fearless when I complained about her to Floyd Powell in her office that day. Now that I think back to it, she deliberately played me!’ Old Master Beckett thought.

Floyd Powell glanced at Tristan Beckett, who still did not show a hint of emotion on his noble and calm face. At such a young age, he managed to be so unperturbed by all that happened, which was a rare talent.

If not for Tristan’s messy love life and for him hurting Joyce so many times that made

Floyd Powell keep a distance from him,

Floyd would probably be able to accept such a man as his son-in-law.

“Chairman Beckett, I can’t understand where your anger is coming from. My princess married your grandson just to become a lowly maid to your family. Even after their divorce, she became the most hated person on the internet getting insulted left and right.

Chairman Beckett, don’t you think you owe us an explanation?”

Floyd Powell’s voice was cold.

Old Master Beckett froze. Quinn and

Ingrid were also shocked. ‘Is Floyd Powell bringing Joyce over to settle accounts?’

Tristan had a slight frown and his eyes were deep as he looked at Joyce, who was next to

Floyd.

She was staring at the royal blue sapphire cufflinks on Floyd’s shirt and was tugging on her father’s suit like she was extremely bored. She seemed reluctant to come over and was not even willing to look at them for a moment.

Since the second she stepped on stage, Tristan was beyond shocked.

It was just that he hid it all at the bottom of his heart. All the unbelievable things that Joyce did after their divorce finally seemed to make sense. Everything became logical and rightful.

This shocking information just came out of nowhere.

Old Master Beckett coughed. His face became ugly.

‘Joyce concealed her identity, so how would we know that she’s your daughter?”

He snapped back at Floyd and excused himself using this reason.

Floyd sneered and angrily retorted. ‘So, you re saying that the harsh treatment she received at your place is our fault? Back then when she liked Tristan and wanted to marry him, I disagreed, but she went behind my back to get married anyway. I was so angry for three years that I cut off all contact with her. I thought that it’d be fine as long as she’s happy, but I never would’ve imagined that your family didn’t even treat her as a human being!”

Quinn spoke in panic, “She’s well-fed and has a roof over her head, so how is she being ill-treated? We were kind to her, but she didn’t show us any gratitude and even lied to us? How can we not be angry?”

Floyd’s face became stern and was just about to speak when Joyce tugged on his clothes. She let out a cold snort that carried disdain and contempt.

‘Even if it’s the whole world’s fault, it has nothing to do with your family, right?

I asked for it, so I deserve to be lowly and put up with all your vileness. I deserve to use my own blood in an attempt to exchange for someone’s love. It serves me right to be a blind fool for the past three years. Is that what you mean? Sorry to say, I’m not a generous person, so in the future, I can only return what I’ve received little by little, an eye for an eye…”

Joyce hooked her lips and did not hide her disgust. ‘Do they think that I’d just forget about the past? That I’d forget about those humiliations? If I get the opportunity, I’ll definitely get back at them!’

Quinn’s face stiffened. Old Master Beckett glared at Quinn angrily and was annoyed by her talkativeness, so Quinn shrank back in fear and dared not speak again.

Selena Price, who stood at the side silently this whole time, suddenly stepped forward.

Her voice was soft and weak as she said, ”

Joyce, I know that you hate me. I’m the one who used so much of your blood. It has nothing to do with the Becketts. Just come at me if you want. If we’d known that you were the heiress of Powell Corporation, I think that Tristan wouldn’t have treated you like this.

Since what’s done is already done,

I hope that you can forgive us.”

Although Selena was resentful of Joyce’s true identity, her smug sense of superiority when she looked at Joyce in the past was vastly different from her current position.

They were like heaven and hell.

Selena hated Joyce’s good fortune. ‘Why can Joyce get things that others can’t right at her fingertips? Tristan Beckett must be mine!’

Joyce swept a sidelong glance at Selena and thought, ‘She really knows how to involve herself in the drama, huh?

With a scoff, Joyce said, This is not a place for trash. Who are you to talk over here…”

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