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Nathaniel subconsciously took a step back. He still did not have the guts to go against Tristan.
Even so, he braced himself and said,” She… She willingly said so! Uncle Tristan, you can’t just separate lovebirds…”
As soon as he said that, Nathaniel’s entire body was picked up and shoved against the wall.
His scalp was tingling, and his back was in severe pain. ) As an explorer, Nathaniel had a much better physique than the average person, but in the face of Tristan Beckett, he simply became a weak little boy who could not fight back.
His dignity was trampled under Tristan’s feet! Tristan glared at him coldly without the slightest regard for kinship. His actions were firm and ruthless.
“Nathaniel Beckett, if you have a death wish, just say so. I’ll gladly grant it…” Mitchell hurriedly stepped forward.” President, there’s still room for discussion.
Young Master Nathaniel is just joking! How could Ms. Powell be attracted to him?” Nathaniel was completely butchered in seconds. However, there was still defiance in his fear.
At the thought of Joyce, Nathaniel was full of spirit again. “How could she not be attracted to me? Joyce only likes young hunks after her divorce.
Aren’t they all my type?” All those men who had scandals with Joyce were really different from business elites like Tristan Beckett. Therefore, Nathaniel was very confident.
Tristan laughed in exasperation. Those cool eyes carried a murderous chill.
“Nathaniel Beckett, I’m warning you to stay away from her, or else, I’ll just have to arrange a marriage alliance for you.” His tone carried such crushing contempt.
This was not even a warning. It was just a notice. Nathaniel’s expression changed a few times.
For gentries like them, who were not as successful as Tristan in commanding the family business and their own destiny, their destinies could only be controlled by their families.
Tristan coldly let go of Nathaniel and did not glance at him again before he turned around and left. Mitchell followed suit, not forgetting to take away the hundred-million-dollar painting with him.
In the meantime, he gave Nathaniel a sympathetic look.
‘Out of all women, he wants to steal Tristan’s woman? Isn’t he just asking for trouble?’ Regardless of whether Nathaniel joined her for dinner, Joyce ate very well.
During her meal, many people came to talk to her and added her on social media. Joyce saw that these people looked familiar, so she did not refuse and could only accept their friend requests.
Various men and women came over excitedly to add Joyce on social media because this was a rare opportunity. Tristan passed by and overheard a group conversation.
One of the guys was holding his phone excitedly.
“I can’t believe Joyce accepted my friend request!!” “Me too! I didn’t expect her to be so down to earth! She’s too pretty…”
“No, wait… Why didn’t she accept my friend request?” Another guy’s tone was puzzled and disappointed.
Tristan’s anxious heart settled again as he left expressionlessly. Joyce finally managed to take a breather. At this time, Nathaniel came out looking dispirited.
“Joyce, let’s go…” Joyce nodded and followed him to the car while she looked at what movies were available at this time on her phone. a Nathaniel was still a little frightened by that encounter with Tristan.
When he drove downhill away from the restaurant, the lights of the car opposite them flashed. He did not manage to stop in time and collided with the car in the front.
Nathaniel cursed. ‘What bad luck!’ He was just about to get out of the car to settle this when he saw Tristan getting out of that car.
Tristan stood in front of the car looking at the part that was hit and swept a cold glance at the two people in the other car. Nathaniel’s body stiffened. He was obviously scared.
Joyce noticed Nathaniel’s reaction and thought, ‘Wasn’t he quite bold inside the restaurant? Why does he look like a little mouse who just saw a cat now?’ “You’re afraid of him?” Nathaniel refused to admit it.
He gritted his teeth and said, “I’m not afraid. It’s called respect!”
Joyce raised an eyebrow and watched as Nathaniel got out of the car looking like he was accepting a death sentence with open arms.
Nathan walked over to Tristan’s low-profile and expensive Cayenne that he drove today. The collision caused quite a lot of damage.
On the contrary, his Jeep Grand Cherokee was unharmed in the slightest. However, Nathaniel had not figured out how exactly they collided in the first place.
In this scenario, Nathaniel did look like the guilty party… Usually, this kind of issue could be settled with some money, but since the other party was Tristan Beckett, this would not be an easy feat.
Tristan’s dark eyes stared at Nathaniel. He said with a compelling chill in his voice,“ Should we go by proceedings or settle this privately?” Nathaniel pursed his lips.
‘Do I even have a choice?’ ») “P-Proceedings…” Tristan’s gaze was indifferent as he took out his phone. “Then I’ll get your father.”
Nathaniel’s expression stiffened. He quickly stopped Tristan. “Don’t! Uncle Tristan, let’s settle this privately!” Tristan put away his phone and threw his keys to Nathaniel.
“Go get it fixed now.” “Now?” Nathaniel held the keys and did not know whether to go or stay. Joyce was still sitting in his car waiting to go to the movies later…
Seeing Nathaniel’s hesitation, Tristan’s face turned colder. “You’re still not leaving?” Nathaniel dared not delay. ‘I’ll just apologize to Joyce later!’ Joyce looked at this scene in confusion.
Why is Nathaniel running to Tristan’s car?’ At this time, Tristan straightened his shirt and went to the driver’s seat next to Joyce.
Joyce looked at him and said in a cold tone, “Mr. Beckett, did you get into the wrong car?” Tristan’s face was light and had hidden the anger from earlier very well.
The corners of his eyes had a hint of tenderness.
His voice was also magnetic, mellow, and alluring, “No, he insisted on fixing my car and asked me to accompany you.
Didn’t you want to go to the movies?” With that, Tristan started the car engine and drove towards the biggest movie theater as if nothing was wrong between them.
After knowing each other for so long, they had never gone to the movies together nor done anything normal couples would do.
At that thought, Tristan felt like his heart was being squeezed and unconsciously felt suffocated.
Joyce paused and looked at him as if he was a stranger.
“Mr. Beckett, what are you saying? Have you seen a divorced couple going on a date to the movies?” “This is ridiculous!’ Joyce thought. Tristan’s face froze for a moment.
His smile immediately returned to a gentle and natural state.
“What’s wrong with that? Divorced couples can still remarry…” He was testing the waters, but he made this proposal sound irrefutable. Joyce looked at him in silence.
Her eyes showed no emotion. The temperature inside the car gradually cooled.
Tristan did not turn his head, but he could already feel Joyce’s cold and detached gaze.
This was the first time he was sitting on pins and needles in front of a woman, but he did so willingly.
He could not help but laugh deprecatingly at himself in his heart because he inflicted all this misery on himself. “Stop the car.” Joyce’s voice was icy cold.
Tristan clenched his jaw. His voice was still gentle. “We’re not there yet…” Joyce gave him a deep look, then without hesitation, she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door.
The moment the cold wind blew in, Tristan’s face suddenly turned extremely glum. Screech– Tristan abruptly slammed on the brakes.