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Chapter 82:
Joyce stretched her smile even wider, though it felt like her face might crack, and gestured for Daniela and Lillian
to follow her to a table. Once they were seated, Daniela didn’t even glance at Alexander or Joyce. Instead, she
pulled a contract from her bag and began skimming through it, as though they weren't even there.
Joyce's lips twitched in a barely concealed sneer. What a performance! Who was she trying to impress with that
contract? As if she were drowning in work or something.
Alexander's eyes flicked toward Daniela, quickly scanning the bold title of the document in her hands: Clayton
Renovation.
For a moment, his expression tightened before easing again. Clayton Renovation—so that was it. A competitor to
Bennett Group, sure, but still far from their level of expertise and legacy in the industry. If Daniela had even a
shred of common sense, she'd know the smart move was to hire Bennett Group for her project. The thought sent
a wave of smug satisfaction through him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Go ahead, speak up,” Lillian said, leaning forward with her chin resting on one hand, her playful gaze bouncing
between Joyce and Alexander.
“Hey, eyes this way! Why are you staring at Daniela? She's not in charge here. I'm the one running the show
now.” Joyce paused, her eyes flicking back to Daniela.
Daniela’s attention was fixed on the contract in her hands, her gaze lowered slightly. A ray of sunlight streamed
through the window, gently illuminating her, making her already stunning features seem even more glowing and
graceful.
Joyce inhaled sharply, her chest tightening with a bitter sting. Without looking up, Daniela spoke in a detached
tone.
“The decisions are Lillian’s responsibility.”
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Joyce's eyes brightened.
“Ah, | get it! Okay, I'll talk to Lillian about it then.”
Lillian’s expression tightened. She tapped her nails against the table with a smirk.
“Is that really how you speak? Didn't anyone teach you smanners?”
Joyce's brow furrowed.
“What's that supposed to mean?” Her voice was thick with annoyance.
“You chere for a favor, right? Then act like it. Show srespect. Look at this—my water glass is empty.
How do you expect to have a conversation without a drink?”
Joyce stood to pour the water, but Lillian cut her off.
“Hold on. Are we really going to talk business over just plain water?”
Lillian raised her hand and gestured for the restaurant manager.
“You remember that red wine we discussed earlier? The one worth ten million? Go ahead and open it and add it
to their bill.”
“What?” Joyce gasped, her eyes going wide.
“Ten million?” With that kind of money, she could buy a whole collection of designer handbags.
“What? Got a problem with that?” Lillian teased, her smile sly.
Joyce's face flushed deep red.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Can’t you afford it? That can’t be right, can it? Aren't you the precious daughter of the Harper family? Surely ten
million is nothing for someone like you. Or maybe being ‘precious’ doesn’t mean much after all.”
It finally clicked for Joyce—Lillian was intentionally humiliating her. The worst part was that Joyce genuinely
couldn't afford it. The Harper family wasn’t wealthy enough to throw money around so recklessly.
Feeling powerless, she turned to Lillian, arms crossed and eyes cold, then glanced at Alexander. Her voice
dropped to a soft, pleading tone.
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