Chapter 652: Good News
This huge piece of good news must be shared with Mrs. Robert. The driver needed Mrs. Robert to see that her son had finally woken.
Damien looked at Joyce. “Then what do you want to do next?” he asked.
“What next? I don’t understand,” Joyce replied, feigning ignorance.
The corner of Damien’s lips froze, his handsome eyebrows turning cold.
“So, you want to sleep with me for one night to pay for the ten billion?”
“Yes,” Joyce said. “Mr. Robert has been pestering me. Isn’t that what you meant? Anyway, your bed skills were actually very good. Our first time was pleasant. We can have another happy time.” She looked at his confused expression. “Mr. Robert, what’s the matter? Are you angry?”
Damien had long known this woman was heartless. He’d even entertained expectations, a notion he now found ridiculous.
“Joyce, didn’t you say that what we shared was just a one-night stand? You’re interested in reliving that night, but I’m not. You want to climb into my bed and sleep with me again? I think you’re just dreaming. You’re delusional!” Damien withdrew his hand, standing up straight. He didn’t want to look at her; she only angered him. He left the room.
Joyce quickly recovered her composure, chasing after him. “Mr. Robert, wait for me!”
Security guards stopped her. “Ma’am, do you have an invitation?”
“No,” Joyce shook her head.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t go in without one.”
“But he didn’t have an invitation either. Why did you let him in?” Joyce pointed at Damien.
“There are no rules for Mr. Robert. He can enter the corporation whenever he wants,” the guard replied.
Joyce winked playfully. “That’s a coincidence. We’ve known each other for many years. You can let me in too.”
Damien stopped, turning to look at her. The guard approached for instructions. “Mr. Robert, this lady says she’s an old friend and wants to come in with you.”
Damien stood tall and elegant, gazing down at Joyce. “I don’t know her. Let someone throw her out.”
Joyce felt they had officially become enemies.
“Ma’am, Mr. Robert says he doesn’t know you. Please leave immediately, or I’ll have someone escort you out,” the guard warned.
Joyce was furious. “I’m not leaving. Go ask your CEO. I’m your CEO’s mother-in-law. He’ll definitely greet me when he finds out I’m here.”
The guard thought she was crazy. “Miss, please don’t play games. If you’re our CEO’s mother-in-law, then I’m his long-lost brother. Don’t cause trouble. Leave now.” He moved to forcibly remove her.
Joyce felt embarrassed. She looked at Damien, who was staring back, clearly pleased by her predicament.
A deep, magnetic voice cut through the tension. “What is happening here?”
Joyce looked up to see her son-in-law, Elvis. The security guard rushed to his side, reporting, “CEO, this lady is causing trouble without an invitation. She lied, claiming to be your mother-in-law.”
Joyce assessed Elvis, concluding her daughter had excellent taste. “Are you Elvis?” she asked.
Elvis approached respectfully. “Aunty, why are you here? You should have called; I would have come down to meet you.”
The guard was shocked, his jaw agape. Could this woman really be the CEO’s mother-in-law? he wondered. He suddenly began to sweat, remembering his earlier boast about being the CEO's long-lost brother.
Joyce ignored the guard, addressing Elvis with a smile. “I wanted to surprise you. Do you like my surprise?”
“Do I like it? I love it! Please, let’s go upstairs.”
“Yeah, fine.” With Elvis’s escort, Joyce walked into the hall, stopping near Damien. Her watery eyes flashed as she pretended to stare suspiciously at Elvis.
Elvis, sensing the tension between his father-in-law and mother-in-law, straightened his back. “Aunt, I don’t know who this is; I’m not with him.”
Damien rolled his eyes.
Joyce, satisfied with her son-in-law’s loyalty, nodded. “I don’t know this gentleman, but he’s awfully angry. He acts like I abandoned him years ago. Anyway, let’s go.”
Elvis pressed the VIP elevator button, and they swiftly disappeared.