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Tristan’s gaze was dark and deep. “Since that’s the case, then Beckett Corporation has to be the sole investor, understand?” Mitchell immediately responded,” Understood, this can definitely be done.”
“Since I’m investing in this show, I want to pay them a visit and experience it for myself,” Tristan spoke in a cool and calm tone as he picked up the coffee on the side and took a sip.
Mitchell nodded, then looked up again in shock. He took the fastest time to digest this fact. “Yes, of course. You will appear as a mysterious guest.
I believe that will definitely bring more hype to this variety show that our company invested in.” Tristan nodded in satisfaction. “You may leave.”
Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the office, then returned a moment later.
His voice was solemn. “President, the Old Master is here.” Tristan frowned slightly. He did not say anything, but he nodded to indicate that it was alright.
Once Old Master Beckett went into the President’s Office, he sat on the sofa while Quinn stood on the side, looking a little reluctant.
“Grandpa, Mom, why are you guys here?” Quinn looked at her son in dissatisfaction. “Your sister isn’t here, and your father is on a business trip.
You haven’t come home for so many days, so why can’t we come to see you?” Old Master Beckett coughed and pursed his lips. “Get ready for this evening.
I made an appointment for dinner with the Powell family.” Tristan frowned. “The Powells?” Old Master Beckett’s decision was too sudden, and Quinn did not expect it.
She was very discontented. “Why should we have dinner with their family? Joyce always surrounds herself with so many guys.
I even sent the photos to Tristan…” Tristan’s face changed. “Mom…” Old Master Beckett glanced at Quinn, who apprehensively collected her emotions. She clenched her teeth reluctantly.
The old man took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice, “Tristan, your relationship with Joyce needs to be solidified. You went out of your way to offend those pirates for her.
I know you like her, but whether she has an interest in you is still uncertain. We lost of our company’s cargo ships, and the Powell family has kindly stepped in to help us.
If our families can reconcile and you two can end up together, that will be the best outcome.”
Old Master Beckett was a shrewd person and would never get into an unfavorable deal. He knew that Tristan liked Joyce.
With Joyce’s family background, it would be worth it even if the Beckett family bowed down and compromised on the terms.
A marriage alliance between their families would always be more beneficial than their current status quo. After all, it was the Beckett family’s fault that Joyce hated them.
Tristan pondered about it before he let out a faint “mm”. Although Tristan probably knew that this would not end well, he had not seen Joyce for a long time.
Quinn was ignored at the side and felt so vexed that she almost stomped her foot in dissatisfaction.
“Dad, how can you let Joyce marry into our family again? Her private affairs are so messy now. Who on the internet doesn’t know that she’s hooking up with everyone? Our family will be laughed at if we accept such a daughter-in-law!”
– “Shut up!” Old Master Beckett rebuked her. His face was incredibly glum. “Who are you to be picky with the Powell family’s only daughter?!”
Quinn was chided by Old Master Beckett, so she froze in place. Her status in the family was low, to begin with.
Since that incident where she helped Ingrid to steal Old Master Beckett’s emerald pipe, Quinn had been living in constant fear of getting kicked out of the family.
Quinn did not know where Ingrid was sent to, so now, she did not even have a person to talk to.
When she was scolded by Old Master Beckett, Tristan just stood by and watched without saying a word.
His cold eyes made her feel more uncomfortable, Thus, her hatred for Joyce only deepened. Tristan paused and instructed Mitchell, who was standing on the side.
“Send Madam back to the villa. There’s no need for her to attend the dinner this evening.”
Quinn completely froze in place. Old Master Beckett also nodded. “That’ s good too. We can’t lose this chance to make up with the Powell family.”
They did not ask about Quinn’s opinion at all. Quinn was exasperated by Tristan’s attitude. When she left, her face was very glum.
The dinner was set in a private restaurant. Aside from the Powells and the Becketts, there was no one else. Floyd Powell brought along Grant and Joyce to the dinner.
When they arrived, Old Master Beckett and Tristan had just arrived. This kind of dinner was not very formal, so Joyce chose a grayish-blue long dress and Manolos.
She had such a cool and elegant temperament with a touch of liveliness.
Floyd and Old Master Beckett exchanged pleasantries. They did not mention anything personal and mostly talked about work matters.
However, under the seemingly cordial atmosphere, it still felt very awkward. Joyce sat there and could feel that pair of eyes trying to bore a hole through her head from across the room.
It was annoying as hell! When that intent gaze fell on her again, Joyce could no longer help it.
She suddenly raised her head and glared back at him. Tristan was first stunned, but he later smiled gently at her. Joyce gritted her teeth and did not look away.
What was Tristan Beckett pretending for in front of the elders? She originally had no intention to come, but Floyd reminded her that it was Tristan who saved her, so it was not good to be rude.
She should at least sit for a while before leaving a Floyd saw that it was almost time, so he gave Joyce a look.
“In fact, Joyce and I are very grateful that the Beckett family can come to the rescue. Besides our business cooperation, Joyce also specially prepared a gift for you, Chairman Beckett.”
Joyce smiled and took out a box from her purse, handing it over to Old Master Beckett “Chairman Beckett, I got this from a private collector in France.
This pipe comes from the hands of the same master as the one you had at the beginning.
I heard that you often visit the museum to see that emerald pipe, and I know how much you don’t want to part with it, so in order to express my gratitude, I found this for you.”
The corners of Old Master Beckett’s lips twitched.
‘She knows that I go to the museum often just to look at my own pipe? It sounds as if she’s mocking me…’
As soon as Old Master Beckett opened the box, he looked shocked. This pipe was not the same as his emerald pipe, but even better than the one in the museum.
The color and clarity of the emeralds were even more vibrant.
It was obvious that it had been very well kept. It was indeed very valuable, probably no less than ten figures.
Even if someone could afford this, the original owner might not be willing to sell. It was only on display as a private collection.
Old Master Beckett never thought that the Powell family managed to get their hands on this.
He was excited and wanted to take a closer look and touch it personally, but he was also worried that the sweat on his hands would corrode this treasure.
However, his eyes soon dimmed. The Powell family only bought it for him at an exorbitant price to repay Tristan for saving Joyce’s life.
They kept their mouths shut about the marriage alliance.
The fact that they gave him this pipe proved that Floyd did not care about money and would not condemn his daughter to a marriage of convenience, Old Master Beckett was a shrewd man and instantly saw through Floyd’s intentions.
He smiled faintly and looked at Tristan, who also seemed to understand Floyd’s thoughts. Tristan’s face was slightly sunken and dark.