Episode 224 – Never Divorce a Secret Billionaire Heiress Free Online (Joyce & Tristan Novel)

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Just when Joyce thought that he would understand and let go, Lil Michael 2 good understand and let Lil Michael suddenly grab onto her dress and hugged her tightly.

His eyes were firm and sly. “No, no! I don’t wanna do homework! 1 wanna sleep with Pretty Lady and follow you home! Daddy, you can be alone!” The boy’s voice was clear, innocent, and childish as he whined about following Joyce home.

No one can stop me from being with my pretty lady! VON Clayton narrowed his eyes. He was familiar with Lil Michael’s tricks. B With a quick wave of his hand, a burly bodyguard came over and picked up the little boy who was still wiggling his butt and pouting.

The bodyguard carried Michael on his shoulder and turned to leave, od Simple and brutal! “Ahhhhhhh! Help! I don’t wanna leave my pretty lady I want to be with her forever!” Lil Michael shouted frantically.

She paused slightly and looked into those eyes. His deep eyes were overflowing with joy and seemed like he had a lot to say yet he did not know where to start.

Joyce thought about it and got into The car slowly drove away. Inexplicably, Joyce felt that the journey was excruciatingly long Especially with Tristan sitting next to her, she felt very uncomfortable.

Tristan finally spoke. You remembered me because of that incident, right?” Joyce pursed her lips and thought for a long time. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” It was just like the underground fight club incident. Joyce never mentioned it. Joyce forced a smile. “You saved me once, and I saved you once. We’re even.”

“Even?” NEU trembled The grievance in his gaze was so strong that Joyce subconsciously frowned. Her tone was slightly cold. “Unfortunately, there is no what if.

If I were to do it again, I definitely wouldn’t have chosen to marry you.” It was a bitter life lesson for her!

Back in Powell Mansion, Joyce was exhausted. She could not find it in herselft o be happy at all despite getting this large project.

Perhaps it was because she had not been mentally prepared for such an old, tragic story to be brought up.

She lay in her bed in the dead of night, mulling over the contents of that photo over and over again.

Suddenly, there was a notification on her phone.

She picked it up irritably, glanced at it, and frowned.

It was from Tristan.

[Joyce, I’m glad that the person I saved was you.)

[Not anyone else, but you. Thank God you’re safe and sound.)

Joyce blinked and looked at the darkness out the window. Then, she went out to get a glass of milk and finished it slowly before going back upstairs.

The past would not come back anyway, so why should she dwell on something that she had already let go of?

At that thought, Joyce went to bed and had a good night’s sleep.

The news of the cooperation with Clayton Sloan was abuzz after just one night.

Major corporations and companies expressed their goodwill and wanted to work with Powell Corporation. They would profit even if they were involved in a minuscule part of the project.

When Joyce opened her eyes, her phone almost exploded from all the calls she was getting. Fortunately, she had muted it beforehand.

Tigger swaggered in with its wagging tail. “Mama, everyone’s waiting for you…”

Joyce replied to Yvette’s message and freshened up before going downstairs.

“Big Brother?”

Grant stood in the living room with a stern and cold look. Joyce did not know who he was on the phone with, but he immediately hung up when he saw her come downstairs.

“What a big heart you have!”

Joyce was confused. Floyd sat at the dining table with the newspaper, smiling leisurely.

“How did you get through to Clayton Sloan? His people have already begun to contact your brother. Didn’t his attitude change too quickly?”

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief and briefly told them about what happened yesterday. Everyone had a look of realization.

Only Kai shook his head and said with a regretful expression, “Clayton’s son is already so big. Looks like you’re out of luck…”

Floyd glared at Kai. “Get lost!”

Grant chimed in. “Seconded.”

Joyce laughed and followed Grant to the office after breakfast.

When Joyce and Grant walked into the conference room for the early mornin meeting, the originally noisy room suddenly fell silent.

Everyone’s inquiring eyes were on Joyce a s she strutted in on her high heels. She had such a confident and powerful aura as she sat in her seat without so much as a stray glance.

The shareholders at the table also had various expressions.

Christian Jenner’s face was ashen as he sat there anxiously. He looked up at Joyce and Grant from time to time, as if he was hesitant to say something.

He called Floyd Powell early in the morning, but he could not get through to him.

Are they really going to make me leave Powell Corporation?’ Christian thought apprehensively.

The meeting started with Grant presiding over it. The major departments all briefly reported the latest situation, and the final topic was Clayton Sloan’s project.

Grant’s voice was clear and crisp.

“According to the plan given by Clayton Sloan, our technical department must keep up with them. The series are important and can’t be neglected, but we’ll wait for the contract t o adjust the details. Are there any questions?”

The people in the room shook their heads and gradually fell silent.

Just when everyone thought the meeting was adjourned, Grant turned his head.

“What about you, Joyce?”

Joyce, who was called out, gave a faint smile. She fully understood Grant’s meaning and lifted her shapely brows to look at Christian.

Since the ball was now in her court, Joyce could not give up this chance.

“Yup. I wonder if Mr. Jenner still remembers that bet from before, where the loser will leave Powell Corporation…”

Joyce did not waste any time and cut to the chase.

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