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His voice was cold and emotionless, “We’ll continue to settle the Carter family’s account. Take her away… ” “Yes, sir.” The bodyguards responded. ) Throughout this ordeal, Luna did not make a sound because she was trembling with fear for her future and her family.
Not only would Luna be banned in Mediania, but she would also be saddled with a large amount of debt. If this story gets out to Korea, it would be a stain on Luna’s name. Luna would then spend the rest of her life in torment. The Carter family’s face was cold as he took Luna away.
Julie snickered. They were already used to seeing small fry like this looking for their own demise. Jenny Lynch was a precedent, but unfortunately, Luna did not learn her lesson.
Julie suddenly remembered something and looked at Joyce. “What’s up with Tristan Beckett anyway?” Joyce raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders.
“How would I know?” “That look just doesn’t feel right…” Joyce frowned and jolted up like she had just woken up from a dream. “Oh, right! I still owe him repair fees!”
Joyce and Julie went back to the banquet hall. Everyone started to mingle and laugh with each other. It was as if that little episode earlier did not exist at all.
Knowing Joyce’s identity, no one dared to force her to drink. They only exchanged some pleasantries and kept their distance.
Joyce felt a little tired, so she walked to a small balcony where it was quiet and peaceful. She looked out through the window and saw the glimmering lights reflecting on a lake not far away.
She could also smell a nice floral fragrance. Just when she finally felt relaxed, she heard footsteps approaching. “Joyce, why are you here?”
It was Keith Ludwig. Joyce’s relaxed face instantly had a hint of displeasure.
She cast a cold sidelong glance at him. “Do I need your permission to be somewhere?” ‘otherwise, stop being so nosy!’ Keith braced himself and decided to go over to say a few words for his friend.
“ Joyce, I didn’t mean that. That watch earlier… Why didn’t you get it for Tristan? He waited for you all night at his birthday party, but you didn’t come…” He muttered, “Poor Tristan…”
Joyce laughed coldly and gave him a look ‘When have I ever said that the watch was for Tristan Beckett? How ridïculou s! Did he get kicked in the head by a donkey?’
“ Keith Ludwïg, why are you guys so full Of ourselves? Why should I go to some stranger’s birthday party? Why would I buy a gift for someone I hate?” ‘Shouldn’t they at least figure that out by now?’ Joyce thought.
Keith was just about to speak when he saw a familiar figure coming out from behind the curtains where Joyce was standing. He opened his mouth and shut it instantly. A flash of shock and frustration crossed his eyes. ‘Sh*t… This is bad…’ Keith thought.
“Hate? Do you hate me?” Joyce’s body stiffened slightly when she heard that voice and turned back in surprise. Somehow, Joyce was completely unaware that Tristan had been standing there in front of her this entire time, It was just that he was covered by the floor-to-ceiling curtains.
Tristan looked at Joyce with a complicated gaze, but his voice was surprisingly calm. Joyce averted her gaze and curled her lips slightly.
“Here I thought that I’ve shown my hatred very clearly, but it seems that you didn’t feel it, Mr. Beckett?” Since Tristan had already heard it, she did not plan to cover it up and simply admitted it.
It was good for everyone to be on the same page after all. Keith stood there awkwardly and already regretted going up to Joyce to ask about these.
‘How good would it be if all of this never happened?’ He coughed, closed his eyes, and quietly left the scene. Keith felt like he had just fallen Into hell! Tristan’s gaze was tightly locked on Joyce’s side profile.
His heart sank as he thought, ‘Hate me? That’s an unpleasant answer… But then again, she has so many reasons to hate me … Even I’m starting to hate myself…’
There were no outsiders around, and no one would dare to deliberately eavesdrop on %eir conversation. Tristan hooked the corners of his lips and laughed self-deprecatingly.
“Joyce, no matter what I do, it seems like you won’t forgive me, right?” Joyce glanced at him weirdly. She caught a hint of sadness in his eyes and thought, ‘I must’ve misread it.
How could Tristan Beckett feel sad because of me? Joyce, don’t make a fool of yourself… “Mr. Beckett, we can never be friends. I know that you just want to make yourself feel better by getting my forgiveness, but…
Why should I forgive you?” Joyce laughed with a hint of coldness.
Should I make you feel better? You should feel just as bad as I did if you’re truly sorry!” ‘Did he think that a simple ’sorry’ can just erase all the pain I’ve suffered in those three years? Isn’t that too ridiculous?’ Joyce would never give him this chance.
She selfishly thought, ‘This is not a friendly breakup. It’s best if he can just live in destitution!’ Tristan’s jaw was clenched tightly.
His gaze was as deep and dark as the ocean. The apology that hovered at the tip of his tongue seemed so worthless now. Tristan was silent for a few seconds.
Mls eyes flickered slightly. His voice was hoarse and rich as he said, “ Joyce, I’m sorry I lost the ring…“
‘I’m really sorry because that was the beginning of your despair…’ Tristan thought. Joyce was stunned. When she reacted to what he said about losing the ring, her face sank.
She gave him a sidelong glance and hooked up her lips into a cold, piercing smile. “I know. You lost it on purpose.”
Joyce thought, ‘Tristan Beckett is telling me about the lost ring just to stab me in the heart, huh? He’s really cruel… But, after getting used to being stabbed so many times, my heart is now as hard as a rock.’
Tristan’s eyebrows furrowed deeper. He was just about to say something when Ian Carter rushed over from not far away after noticing the movement here.
“My Goddess Joyce…” Hearing this name, Joyce could not help but smile. The sad memory that was evoked by Tristan Beckett suddenly became insignificant.
It was not worth it getting immersed in the past sadness. lan came over and naturally wrapped his arm around Joyce’s shoulders. He glanced sideways at Tristan, full of wariness.
“We’re short of one person. I especially saved the spot for you. Wanna go in and play a few rounds?” If it was ten minutes ago, Joyce was down to play, but now, she was no longer in the mood.
Joyce hooked her lips and smiled faintly. “Nah, I’m a little tired, so I’m going home.” )) “Then I’ll send you home.” Ian immediately offered. Joyce chuckled. “Don’t even think about it.
You’re the birthday boy today, so you can’t leave your own party early. Mr. Anderson will come and pick me up.” “It’s fine! They’re not as important as you!” Ian only had his mind on Joyce and did not care about anything else.
Joyce took a few steps out when she suddenly remembered something. She took out her checkbook from her bag, wrote a series of numbers, and walked to Tristan Beckett.
The coldness in Tristan’s eyes when he saw Joyce leaving earlier still lingered, but it vanished instantly when he saw Joyce walking back.
Joyce forcefully shoved the check in her hand into Tristan’s breast pocket. “Here’s $ 40 million. It’s enough for you to buy a new car. Now, we don’t owe each other.”
Joyce’s smile was cold. That was well above the market price, so there was no need to worry about any follow-up.
Joyce was annoyed with Tristan’s deliberate pestering and the conversation she had overheard of Tristan and Gerard that day at J &L Corporation.
‘He wants to fix our relationship because of remorse? Screw him!’ Joyce turned to leave without hesitation when the person behind her suddenly spoke.
“Joyce, believe it or not, I didn’t lose that ring on purpose.” ) Tristan’s face was pale and sunken. I’ll be a fool to believe it!’ Joyce did not turn her head back and strutted away in her heels.
Her aura was cold and aloof, and she looked unstoppable. Ian walked Joyce to the door and watched her leave. Mr. Anderson sent Joyce back to the Powell mansion and said, “Eldest Young Master is back.
Old Master has instructed for the whole fam to be in the same crib.”
Joyce could not help but laugh at Mr. Anderson’s awkward use of slang words.
As soon as Joyce walked in, Tigger jumped at her feet. “Mama, I love you…” » Joyce bent down and picked Tigger up.
She touched the Hermès tiger suit that it was wearing and felt a little surprised. “Wow, Tigger, your clothes are so cool…”
‘This tiger-striped faux fursuit is even tailor-made to this little tiger’s body?! Isn’t Tigger supposed to wear regular clothes? This is just too extra…’