Chapter 655 She Took His Virginity!

Elvis knew his mother-in-law was incapable of keeping a low profile, and he wasn't disappointed.

Joyce clutched her phone, smiling at the man on the other end. “Mr. Robert, I’m playing Truth or Dare. This beautiful lady asked me to call my first man, so I called you.”

The audience gasped, staring at Joyce and Damien in shock. Lesley and Catalina felt mortified. They’d planned to humiliate Joyce, but she’d called Damien—her first man!

Lesley felt a cold gaze. She looked up and met Damien’s eyes. He stared at her, then quickly looked away. A chill ran through Lesley. She realized she’d offended him. Her legs weakened. She glanced at Joyce, who sat quietly, a terrifying smile playing on her lips.

Lesley understood. Joyce had seen through her from the start, feigning obliviousness to embarrass her. With her eyes fixed on Lesley's ashen face, Joyce smirked. She’d already declared her skill at games; for over twenty years, she’d been honing her abilities in Canada.

Damien’s low, magnetic voice came from the phone. “You called me for this? I’m your first man, so you’re showing off?”

Joyce sensed his arrogance, but raised her eyes to meet his. “It’s worth showing off, because I was also your first woman,” she replied with a smile.

The audience gasped again, disbelieving. Everyone knew Damien avoided women; a woman claiming to have taken his virginity was astounding.

Aiden stood silently. Moments before, he’d informed his boss about the game, hoping he’d ignore Joyce’s call. But he’d answered, revealing his willingness to indulge her.

Damien, incredulous, calmly hung up and walked away. Joyce had swiftly become infamous, seemingly proud of “breaking” Damien’s virginity.

Walking down the hallway, Joyce saw Lesley and Catalina; Catalina’s reddened eyes showed she’d been crying. Lesley glared at Joyce, her eyes burning with resentment.

“Joyce, did you do this on purpose? You’re unbelievable! How could Mr. Robert like you?”

Joyce stepped in front of Lesley, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You don’t have a crush on Mr. Robert, do you?”

Catalina looked at Lesley in surprise. Lesley’s expression changed.

“Joyce, what nonsense? Catalina likes President Robert; she’s my best friend!”

“Yes, your best friend likes President Damien. How can you like a man your best friend likes? I’m curious,” Joyce laughed.

“Catalina, don’t listen to her; she’s sowing discord…”

“Really?” Joyce interrupted, her sharp eyes fixed on Lesley. “Damien is attractive, and women are drawn to him. From the day Catalina saw him on TV, she’s loved him. But so have you, Lesley.”

“The Robert family is prestigious; the Albie family has no chance. You know Damien is unattainable. So you married according to your family’s arrangement, but your husband gambles and beats you. Your marriage is unfortunate,” Joyce paused, then continued.

“Mrs. Robert is interested in Catalina, arranging a blind date. You, her best friend, flew back immediately. Your intentions are obvious,” Joyce chuckled. “You claim to avenge your friend, but is it for her, or yourself? You hope for a successful date so you can get close to Damien.”

Joyce shrugged. “I’m being modest, but we both know you have deep feelings for him. But I won’t judge,” she added.

Her words, seemingly casual, shocked Catalina and Lesley. They froze. Lesley’s face was pale. She regretted provoking such a formidable opponent.

Catalina stared at Lesley, shocked. Without Joyce’s revelation, she wouldn’t have believed her best friend capable of this.

“Lesley, I considered you a sister. How could you do this?” Catalina asked.

Lesley panicked. Ninety percent of the Albie industries depended on the Elijah family.

“Catalina, please listen…”

Joyce, uninterested, turned to leave. But she saw a tall figure—Damien.