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“Yes, I’m sorry, Joyce! I know it’s wrong ” All of a sudden, the surroundings were dead silent. Later, everyone lowered their heads and started whispering.
“Ms. Beckett is so ballsy! Isn’t this attempted murder?” “Yeah, I wonder what kind of grudge Ms. Beckett has against Ms. Powell to think of killing her…” “OMG, this is so scary.
Ms. Beckett looks like such an innocent girl. I didn’t expect her to be so cruel!” “OMG, luckily Ms. Powell has evidence. Otherwise, she’ll really be wrongly accused forever!” “Ms. Powell is so kind not to let go yet…”
“Yeah, right? If I were her, I wouldn’t care if someone who tries to kill me lives or dies. ” Everyone’s impression of Ingrid Beckett was extremely poor.
Such a young girl was so vicious and wicked to do such a thing. Ingrid wanted to push Joyce off the balcony but did not manage to.
Instead, she jumped down herself and still wanted to accuse Joyce. They really should not judge a book by its cover! The recording kept replaying so that everyone could hear it clearly.
Tristan’s face was incredibly dark. The coldness he exuded was frightening. His deep eyes were icy with a dangerous glare.
Ingrid was so startled that her face turned pale, and she could not say a word to defend herself. She did not think that Joyce would have this trick up her sleeve.
Tristan stepped forward as his body emitted a bitter chill, then took Ingrid from Joyce’s hand.
He flung Ingrid on the balcony. Before Ingrid had time to rejoice that she was intact on solid ground, she saw Tristan’s grim face.
Immediately after, Tristan bent down and slapped her fiercely on the face.
For a moment, the banquet hall was dead silent. Those who were watching the show did not expect such a scene.
Tristan’s slap was ruthless. He used all his strength. He did not care that Ingrid was his sister. Ingrid laid on the ground and touched her cheek that was hot from the slap.
She felt so dizzy because that slap was vicious. Her body was cold and trembling. She did not react for a moment, Wretched, wicked, ugly.
All the derogatory words were not enough to describe Ingrid at this moment. Ingrid’s tears streamed down her face silently as she looked up in horror at Tristan.
Tristan’s eyes carried such thunderous anger. She had never seen that kind of emotion in her brother’s eyes before. Now, this anger was directed at her.
At this moment, Ingrid suddenly remembered her grandfather and her brother’s warning to her not to mess with Joyce. Her mind went blank. Ingrid would be abandoned by her family.
She might even be kicked out of the Beckett family! The mocking, contemptuous, and angry gazes of the crowd gathered on what used to be the proud Young Lady Beckett. Ingrid had nowhere to hide.
The large banquet hall was brightly lit and lively. Tristan’s slap was also quite resounding. Joyce faintly hooked her lips.
She was not bothered to continue watching the remaining drama. Anyway, she was done with what she came to do. “Since the truth is out, I’m leaving.
This little farce isn’t that interesting.” Joyce gently waved her hand. There was a hint of mockery at the corners of her lips. “Ms. Beckett, a brain is a good thing that you sadly don’t have.
Goodbye then.” Joyce was already very merciful for not letting go of Ingrid then. If Joyce had not reacted quickly, Joyce would have fallen from the balcony, She would be crippled or at least badly injured.
Ingrid would have drawn all the guests present to watch Joyce in all her wretchedness. Perhaps, others would have laughed and criticized Joyce for a lifetime.
Joyce was not a saint to render good for evil. ‘Hah! I’ll only get vengeance where it’s due!’ Joyce thought. Ingrid’s status in high society was certainly ruined.
Her future marriage might also be affected. Ingrid deserved all of it. Joyce sneered. ‘Tsk tsk… Serves her right! “Let’s go. At least we had some fun tonight.” Joyce looked at Yvette.
The two ladies went to the bathroom to fix their makeup before they walked to the entrance of the banquet hall and stood under the landscape lights at the entrance.
Someone called her name. “Joyce.” Joyce subconsciously looked over.
She saw the man’s tall and well-built figure getting closer to them. His body was in the shadows and blended into the night. Tristan walked towards her with a cigarette in hand.
The cigarette butt was lit, and his movements were elegant. “Joyce, I have something to say to you.”
Joyce looked at Tristan’s deep eyes that were so fascinating and dangerous, She did not want to recall how she used to be so infatuated with these eyes that she could not extricate herself.
The farce earlier was so ridiculous. Yvette looked at Joyce. “Shall I excuse myself?” She only looked at Joyce and did not care about Tristan’s opinion. Joyce raised her eyebrows.
“No need. It’s nothing shameful anyway.” Tristan’s eyebrows knitted slightly, but he soon resumed his usual expression. His voice was mellow and deep as he said, “I’m sorry for what just happened.
I’ll make sure she learns her lesson. Also, thank you for not letting go.” Tristan knew that even if Joyce let go of her in that situation, Ingrid deserved it, Joyce, who was in the right, had every means to abandon Ingrid, but she did not, Ingrid had tried to harm Joyce so many times, so Tristan did not expect Joyce to help Ingrid.
Joyce smiled charmingly. Her eyes shone brightly with the lights. “No need for thanks. I’m not so shameless like your family.” Joyce always liked to use the brightest smile to say the coldest words.
The next day. Ingrid was sent out of Atlanta right after Tristan brought her back to the Beckett Villa. No one knew where she was sent to.
When Joyce found out about this, she was playing golf with Maverick. The golf course was in a private VIP country club that was surrounded by greenery.
The environment was very peaceful. Golf was Maverick’s favorite sport. Since Maverick went to the National Laboratories, Joyce had not seen him in a long time.
Joyce finally had some time off lately, so she called Maverick out to relax. While playing, Joyce could not find a suitable position, so she simply gave up and found other entertainment to keep herself occupied.
She was playing with her phone when Yvette called her. “I’ve heard quite a few rumors today! Besides that Ingrid thing, it’s about the scandal between you and Colton White!” ” Yvette laughed gloatingly.
Joyce rolled her eyes in exasperation.“ How is that even a scandal?!” “Don’t worry, it didn’t get leaked because someone gave an order before the banquet ended.”
Yvette laughed meaningfully. Joyce did not ask who it was, There were only two people who would have the mood and ability to do that.
Besides Tristan Beckett, it would be Colton himself. That was good. It at least saved her a lot of trouble. Yvette started talking about Ingrid.
It was a little strange because there was no news on where Ingrid went. Yvette was worried about Joyce. “There’s no movement with the Becketts at the moment.
It’s hard to say whether they’re hating you or thanking you for this. Although you saved her from the fall, Ingrid’s reputation can’t be salvaged anymore.
Do you think Tristan will avenge her and find trouble with you?” Joyce sneered and replied, “They should be worried about whether I’ll find trouble with them…”
After that, she hung up and threw her phone to the side. Joyce did not care.
Who was at fault in this situation anyway? She continued to play golf, but it never made it to the hole.
It felt like the club she was holding was deliberately going against her. Maverick could not stand it any longer, so he went over to help her with her posture.
This scene, in the eyes of others, was a little too intimate. Suddenly, a tall and well-built figure stood in front of them. The surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.
Thus, the Powell siblings had to look up. The person in front of them looked noble and indifferent as he glared at the two of them coldly. Maverick let go of Joyce’s hand and frowned slightly.
“Tristan Beckett?” Joyce also saw him. She narrowed her eyes and thought about what Yvette just said, ‘He’s not here to settle the score with me, right?” Joyce looked behind Tristan and saw a few others behind him.
She recognized one of them as the chairman of one of the malls, so Tristan must be here for business. They probably came to play golf. It was really such a coincidence though.
“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” Tristan looked at Joyce and asked in a deep voice. Joyce was slightly stunned.
She then remembered that she had blocked him again after paying off his repair fees, It seemed like he was still not aware of that yet. Joyce slowly hooked her lips.
“Because I don’t wanna hear your voice.” It was a blunt and honest answer. Tristan’s calm eye flashed with a trace of panic. “Joyce, I apologize for her.” » Joyce laughed.
Her gaze was clear and cold. “I’ve heard your family’s apology so many times that I’m afraid my ears are getting sore… Just go back and play your own game.
Don’t bother us.” ) What a buzzkill! Tristan’s eyes were cold as he swept a glance at Maverick. However, he desperately suppressed his anger in front of Joyce.
He needed to maintain his stature. “Joyce, my family is at fault for this. You can mention whatever conditions you have…”
Joyce brushed her hair back and said insouciantly, “Mr. Beckett, how generous of you.
Then… Why don’t you let Powell Corporation have the big share in that Yewshire development?” Although it was a cooperation between Beckett Corporation and Powell Corporation, Beckett Corporation had bought that piece of land for $50 billion, so it was logical for Beckett Corporation to get the big share in this project.
Beckett Corporation would also call the shots in this. If Powell Corporation took the big share in this project, it would be equivalent to Beckett Corporation giving up their dominance and tens of billions or even hundreds of billions of profits for nothing.
Tristan’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. In less than two seconds, he said, “Okay.”
Joyce was stunned. “That quick? How surprisingly generous! Damn it! Did I ask for too little? It looks like Ingrid Beckett is quite valuable, huh?’ She flashed a polite and decent smile.“
Then I’ll have my lawyer redraft the contract. We can turn the page with Ms. Beckett’s matter.” Tristan’s eyes were sunken as he looked at her.