Filed to story: The Secret Billionaire Heiress: Love’s Deception (Joyce & Tristan Novel)
Joyce knew that Logan was Grant’s right-hand man, so having him by her side would be very helpful. “Thank you. The President mentioned something about J&L’s project previously, so please get me all the information on J&L Corporation.“
Logan nodded. “Sure, I’ll get it ready for you.“
After Logan left, Yvette waltzed in and swung her phone by the strap on her phone case. “Baby, my office is right next door, so we’ll be working side by side from now on.“
Joyce smiled and was in a particularly good mood. Her relationship with Yvette was back to how it was before she impulsively married Tristan Beckett.
‘This job will be harder at first, but it gets better.“
Yvette sneered and did a hair flip. “I’m not scared. By the way, let me show you something.“
She smiled and handed Joyce her phone. Joyce looked at it quizzically and was dumbfounded when she saw the contents.
There was a new wave of comments online because Yvette had sent the full video of last night’s incident to many influencers,
who helped spread the message. Through this video, everyone could see that the gangster first tried to take advantage of the drunk Yvette, but Joyce taught him a hard lesson and finally took Yvette out of the bar with her. This stirred a lot of debate online.
(OMG! How cool is she?! I wouldn’t need a boyfriend if I had a good friend like her!]
(She’s such a cool and valiant young lady! Now I understand why she got divorced and left such a wealthy family.]
(Joyce is my goddess! ] (She should be a celebrity! ]
(My heroine! Please give me your number!!]
Joyce was on the top trending topics again. She looked at Yvette helplessly. “Did you purposely go to get the surveillance footage last night?”
Yvette lifted her chin arrogantly and said, “Nah, it’s nothing, just a matter of one phone call. I won’t allow anyone to slander you under my watch! “
Joyce laughed. “Whatever, it’s not a big deal anyway.“
“Then do you know who’s behind all this?”
Joyce shook her head but a name flashed across her mind. Yvette told her frankly, “It’s Tristan Beckett’s best friend, Keith
Ludwig! “
Sure enough, it was not far off from Joyce’s guess. Whether it was Ingrid Beckett or Keith Ludwig, both of them were still related to Tristan Beckett.
Joyce snorted. Her face turned slightly colder. She would not have cared if she was clueless about this, but since she was aware of it, she could not let him get away so easily.
“Call Dominic Young, I want dirt on Keith Ludwig!”
“Now this is the Joyce Powell I’m familiar with. We must get our revenge! Don’t worry, I already have what we need to put him in his place.”
Yvette had already dug up dirt on Keith Ludwig long ago. She sent all of it to Joyce, who took her pick and selected one of the photos. In that picture, Keith was wearing swim shorts at some party and washugging a few girls left and right. It was back when he just got married.
Joyce posted the photo with a caption.
[If you have a beef with me, just come at me directly. I’ll retaliate openly and certainly won’t stoop so low to create misconceptions by hiring paparazzi to edit clips. Mr. Ludwig, you should just look out for yourself.]
Joyce used her newly registered social media account to post this. Soon, many influencers began to share her post and turned the tide. Everyone began to watch the drama unfold.
Before this, not many knew about Joyce’s new social media handle, but because of this post, her following skyrocketed. Some people even started to dig up Keith Ludwig’s details.
Beckett Corporation.
Keith ran into Tristan Beckett’s office in a huff. “Bro! That ex-wife of yours is trying to destroy me! “
Tristan looked up from the document he was reading and swept him a faint glance.
Keith found the spiteful comments about him online and showed them to Tristan. He angrily said, “She’s trying to shame me in public ! This is just too much! Look, this is her true self! This b*tch is up to no good. Now, my wife is making a fuss and wants a divorce! You have to help me, bro…“
Tristan frowned. His eyes darkened as he looked through the comments on Keith’s phone. After a long time, he said in a deep voice, “So, you intended to cyberbully her but you got bitten in the *ss instead?“
Keith shuddered and hurriedly explained, “I…I just wanted to teach her a little lesson. Besides, I didn’t know that the video was edited. The paparazzi cheated my money and did me dirty this time…“
Tristan threw the phone on the desk and said with a cold face, “Serves you right.“
“Bro, you gotta help me! I was duped by the paparazzi, and Ingrid asked me to help her with this. If it wasn’t for me, those people would be cursing Ingrid instead! “
Tristan’s face turned glum. Thinking of what happened last time at the restaurant, he did not expect his sister to be so obtuse.
Keith begged for help with a bitter face, but Tristan was unmoved. “You asked for it, so deal with it yourself. With your ability, why are you still worried about this kind of trivial matter anyway?
‘It was supposed to be easy, but that b*tch went to find Dominic Young from Falcon Entertainment.
That man is so cunning and doesn’t even answer my calls anymore. Now no one dares to help me.
Everyone thinks I’m a monster now! *
Keith never imagined such a reversal where Joyce would get the upper hand and make him suffer such a big loss. How did that photo from the private party get leaked anyway?
His wife had been so obedient and well-behaved all this while, but because of this incident, she proposed a divorce.
Keith did not actually care about the divorce. The more pressing issue was that his grandfather wanted to beat him up and kick him out of the house. He was out of ideas, so he ran to Tristan for help.
Tristan raised his eyes and looked at him for a moment.
“My advice is for you to go to whoever you provoked. “Joyce?! “
Keith subconsciously rejected this idea. ‘Why should I bow to such a despicable woman?”
Tristan did not want to say more. When his secretary came in to invite him for a meeting, Tristan stood up and walked out.