Filed to story: The Secret Billionaire Heiress: Love’s Deception (Joyce & Tristan Novel)
Joyce walked away in style. Ingrid’s face was pale, and before she could react, Quinn cursed loudly on the side and told the waiter to clean up the mess.
“Is this b*tch Joyce crazy?! How dare she do this to you?”
Quinn spoke viciously. In the blink of an eye, Joyce had already been led by the manager to the VIP room on the other side of the restaurant.
Ingrid’s hair and clothes were soaked through with red wine. She looked wretched. When she returned to her senses, she was so infuriated that she wanted to go after Joyce to settle the score, but she was stopped by the waiter. “Miss, do you need a change of clothes?”
The surrounding patrons stared at the miserable-looking Ingrid, who stomped her foot indignantly. “I won’t let her get away with this!”
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Grant Powell was in a bad mood after that encounter, but Joyce was not affected in any way. She looked up at Grant and smiled. “G, I have a shopping date with Yvette later, do you wanna join us?”
The man gave her a sidelong glance and his tone was cold. “How are you still in the mood for dinner and shopping? Look at the Becketts’ attitude towards you! They’re so condescending!”
Joyce looked down and smiled helplessly. A hint of coldness flashed across her eyes. “It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to take it to heart. It’s over anyway. They won’t mess with me anymore. Even if they do, I’m certainly no longer the pushover that will let them do as they please.”
After dinner, they saw Tristan Beckett’s car as soon as they came out of the restaurant.
Ingrid, who was sitting in the car, quickly pulled Tristan out the first moment she saw Joyce. She cried and complained. “Brother, she did this! I was so humiliated just now because of this b*tch! Mom can attest to it.”
Joyce stood there with cold eyes and walked away holding Grant’s hand, ignoring the Becketts.
Tristan’s face was gloomy. He did not believe that Joyce would become so mean. When he thought about Selena’s false accusation against her, he was afraid of causing another misunderstanding and waited for Joyce to come over to explain herself, but she did not even look at him and left.
When they walked by Tristan, he clasped Joyce’s arm and looked at her with a frigid face.
“Joyce, you should give us an explanation for what happened just now.”
Joyce faintly raised her eyes to look at him and snorted lightly. “I did it. What’s there to explain?”
She then lifted her leg to leave like she was not at all concerned by this matter.
Joyce also did not care about Tristan’s attitude.
Tristan’s grip tightened, which made Joyce feel uncomfortable. She turned to look at him with her beautiful eyes that permeated a chill. “Mr. Beckett, are you trying to settle the score for her?”
“Brother, don’t let her go! This b*tch dares to treat me like this, so you can’t spare her so easily!”
Ingrid Beckett, who had been pampered and coddled by her family since young, had never been insulted like this before, so naturally, she refused to give up.
Tristan’s eyes darkened slightly and frowned at his sister. “What do you want then?”
Ingrid hooked her lips and looked at Joyce smugly. “I’ll let her go if she bows and apologizes to me.”
“You want me to apologize?” Joyce sneered and looked at Tristan. ‘I guess he has the same idea…’
Every time Ingrid or Quinn stirred up trouble in the past, Joyce would apologize for it and would sweep the matter under the rug, but this time, Joyce did not want to condone their transgressions.
“Mr. Beckett, do you also want me to apologize? It’s best to check the surveillance footage at the restaurant to figure out the cause of the matter before jumping to conclusions. Ms. Beckett isn’t some innocent victim, so why the self-pity?”
Joyce’s words were sarcastic. She shrugged Tristan’s hand off of her and took Grant’s arm.
Grant could not bear to see this and spoke up in an icy tone. “Hasn’t anyone in the Beckett family ever taught Ms. Beckett that it’s natural for others to retaliate against bullying? Why didn’t Ms. Beckett think to apologize to Joyce when she was being rude?”
Ingrid’s heart trembled when Grant glared at her. She felt guilty and flustered, so she hid behind Tristan, looking pitiful. “Brother, I didn’t…”
Grant and Joyce looked at Ingrid with cold eyes.
Tristan heard this and frowned slightly.
“That’s because she exposed me online for stealing ‘Daydream’ and my friends made fun of me for it! That’s my family’s jewelry, so how is it stealing? I only said a few words to her, but she even dared to do this to me!” Ingrid sheepishly tried to defend herself.
That incident made Ingrid lose her pride.
Tristan’s face was gloomy and his gaze was inscrutable. He furrowed his brow and wanted to speak.
However, Joyce laughed lightly and ignored Ingrid’s rebuttal, “Not retaliating when being accused was something the old Joyce would do. Ms. Beckett, you should learn how to respect others. Otherwise, this will surely happen again.”
Grant added, “The restaurant’s surveillance footage will always be available. Mr. Beckett, you can view it at your convenience. Goodbye.”
After that, Grant led Joyce to the car and thoughtfully opened the car door for her. Their car drove out of sight.