Filed to story: The Secret Billionaire Heiress: Love’s Deception (Joyce & Tristan Novel)
Joyce picked up the wine glass and gently swirled the wine in it with her long slender fingers that looked like a work of art.
The middle-aged man took out an old car key from his bag and threw it on the table. “Ms. Joyce, this car is yours.”
Joyce stared at the car key for a long time and suddenly laughed coldly. “Samantha Lindt took more than I did, right?“
Mr. Zeller sized her up with his lecherous eyes. “Ms. Joyce, with your looks, Samantha surely can’t compare to you. When this project is completed, there will be a bigger surprise waiting for you.”
Joyce inadvertently found out how Samantha Lindt had gotten to where she was today.
‘Great, I’ll just clean it up in the meantime.’
“Let’s have a drink and celebrate…“ Mr. Zeller could not wait to raise his glass of wine.
In the next second, Joyce’s phone on the table suddenly fell to the ground. Mr. Zeller bent down and picked it up, then presented it to Joyce like it was a treasure. Joyce raised her glass and clinked it with his. He then chugged it all in one go.
Joyce’s glass of wine only touched her lips, but under Mr. Zeller’s eager gaze, she deliberately hesitated for a moment before she took a sip. The corners of her lips were dyed a slightly dark red, which added to her charm.
Mr. Zeller smiled in satisfaction and leered at Chapter 32 The Wine Is Spiked Joyce’s intoxicating beauty. He went over and put the Audi keys in her hand as he coaxed. “As soon as we reach a deal, I’ll buy you a new Audi.”
Joyce’s face sank and did not have time to react before she suddenly heard Mr. Zeller’s shocked cry. He was kicked to the ground!
Suddenly, someone tugged on her wrist fiercely and a cold voice came to her ears. “This wine is spiked. Did you drink it?”
That handsome face with that tall and upright figure currently standing in front of Joyce was the man that she had been infatuated with for three years, Tristan Beckett.
At first sight, Joyce was stunned for a moment but quickly regained her composure.
‘Why is he here? It’s probably a coincidence.’
Joyce was not so self-absorbed as to think that Tristan Beckett had been watching her every move so that he could swoop in like a hero to save her.
“Mr. Beckett?* Mr. Zeller stood up in a panic and trembled in fear.
Tristan’s face was gloomy as he glared viciously at Mr. Zeller. “Do you have a death wish? I can grant your wish! “
At this moment, a wave of inexplicable anger suddenly surged in his chest. His eyes were cold and intimidating.
Tristan was just about to go forward to teach Flint Zeller a lesson when a figure suddenly appeared from behind. The other man kicked Flint Zeller, who had just stood up, back to the ground. Then threw a flurry of punches on Flint’s face and body. No place was left out.
lan! “ Joyce shouted at the man.
The man who hit Flint Zeller paused slightly and turned back. His cold eyes instantly turned warm. “I went to your office to look for you and they told me that you’re here, so I purposely came over to surprise you.“
lan Carter then walked over to Joyce as if that episode earlier did not happen. He ignored Tristan’s presence, took a bouquet placed at the door, and handed it over to Joyce. “Do you like it?*
Joyce sighed helplessly. Although her plans were disrupted, she more or less had gotten what she came for, so it was not entirely a failure.
“Thank you, but forget him. If you continue punching him, he might die… I don’t wanna get into trouble.“
“As you wish, my queen.“ lan smiled and continued, “Then I’ll spare his worthless life.“
Flint Zeller looked at the people in front of him with fear. One of them was Second Young Master Carter, and the other was Tristan
Beckett. He could not afford to mess with either of them. ‘Didn’t they say that Joyce was abandoned by Tristan Beckett? How could he still meddle in her matters?’
Once Flint heard that they would spare his life, he endured the dizziness and wanted to flee in a panic. He certainly did not want to mess with these two big shots.
Before he could crawl out of the room. Something hard landed on his head before it fell to the ground. It was the Audi keys.
lan sneered coldly. “Take this away! Don’t taint my girlfriend’s eyes.“
“Yes, yes, yes.” Flint Zeller ran out in a panic. Joyce was rendered speechless. “Watch it…“ ‘What girlfriend?’
She glanced at Tristan and felt a little strange. He then looked at her with a cold and deep gaze.
“Mr. Beckett, why are you here?”
“Yes, I’m also curious. Why are you here, Mr. Beckett?” lan looked at Tristan with obvious scrutiny.
“Joyce, didn’t you know that there was a problem with the wine? Why are you attending all kinds of dinner parties? Is this the life you want?”
The mockery in his words was obvious. ‘She accompanied others to dinner and was drugged unknowingly. Is this the life she wants after our divorce?’
Somehow, the rage burst out of his chest at that moment.
Joyce lowered her head and laughed. ‘I really made a fool of myself to think that he’d be so kind to help me. Turns out he just wants to find an excuse to teach me a lesson?”
She looked up at him with her bright and delicately made-up eyes that carried a hidden sharpness.
Under Tristan’s shocked gaze, Joyce picked up the glass of wine on the table and downed it. She then hooked up her lips and stood up. “Thank you for your help, Mr. Beckett. I’ve already replaced the wine beforehand, but you no longer have the right to comment on what I want to do with my life.“
Who was he to lecture her?
When Joyce stood up to leave, Tristan grabbed her arm and stared at her coldly. “What do you mean? You didn’t answer my question.”
Joyce smirked and said with a straight face, “I didn’t say it so explicitly as a courtesy to you, Mr. Beckett. I came here for work, which is certainly better than being a lowly servant to your family in the past. Speaking of which, is there even a difference between your family and Flint Zeller?”
Joyce sneered and did not look at Tristan Beckett again. She took her phone and purse, then stomped away in her high heels.
Her back was slim and valiant.
lan raised his eyebrows and immediately followed after Joyce.
Tristan stood frozen in place. His gaze was as cold as frost. Joyce’s words felt like a thorn in his heart that made him uncomfortable.
‘Being a lowly servant to my family? When did the titular Mrs. Beckett become a servant?’
It seemed that there were too many things that Tristan was not aware of.
As soon as Joyce walked out, she saw a red -faced Samantha Lindt tugging on Flint Zeller at the entrance.
‘So, she already knew and was prepared for it… Then was my move earlier superfluous? Tsk, tsk…’ Joyce thought.