Chapter 755: He Fell in Love with a Little Wild Cat

“Twenty bucks tip?” Levi was startled. Was this really happening?

“Levi—”

Levi smiled. “Grandma, I’ll listen to you. You have the final say.”

After buying a pregnancy test, Joyce returned to the auction house, still intending to bid on the underworld book. However, Olive and Anabelle were gone. Their disappearance was unsettling.

Joyce searched for them, and when Damien’s secretary noticed her, he approached. “How can I help you?”

The auction house was crowded. While making her way to the secretary, someone bumped into Joyce, causing her plastic bag to fall, spilling the pregnancy test.

“Ah!” someone exclaimed. “Look, a pregnancy test! Whose is it?”

The words “pregnancy test” created a stir. Whispers filled the air: “Oh my god, who brought a pregnancy test to the auction house?”

Joyce calmly retrieved the test and bag. She pursed her lips. “Sorry, everyone. My husband… is older, so I needed to buy a test quickly.”

The secretary was stunned. He turned and fled. Joyce, confused, found that her would-be helper had vanished.

The secretary sprinted upstairs, bursting into the VIP meeting room where Damien was conducting a high-level meeting. The CFO was presenting a quarterly report.

“President,” the secretary whispered.

“Huh?” Damien replied flatly.

The secretary swallowed. “President, I have something to report… I just saw Miss Brown downstairs. She has a pregnancy test. She’s pregnant!”

Damien’s hand froze mid-document. His voice was deep and cold, “What did you say?”

The CFO stopped his report, terrified. The executives watched Damien, his handsome face grim, a chilling aura emanating from him. They remained silent, fearing their boss's wrath.

The secretary frowned. “President, Miss Brown is pregnant. And she said… you’re a good old man. You’re going to be a father!”

A pin could be heard dropping. The CFO hesitantly asked, “President… should I continue?”

“Get out!” Damien’s voice was icy.

The executives scrambled from their seats and fled the room.

Damien’s chest heaved, his anger barely contained.

His secretary ventured, “President, is… the baby not yours? Did Miss Brown… cuckold you?”

Damien glared, as if ready to kill him. The secretary wished he could slap himself.

Damien rose and strode to the French window, tugging at his tie. Joyce’s face flooded his mind. He hadn’t touched her since his return. How could she be pregnant? Another man. She’d been at Visionary for years, her past a mystery to him. Humiliation washed over him. He wasn’t finished with her.

“Show me. I want to know who that bastard is!”

The secretary, a long-time employee, had never seen Damien lose control like this. With Joyce, however, he was a different man.

“Yes, sir.”

“Also, has she returned the $1.4 billion? If not, send a lawyer’s letter. If she comes begging, tell her to wait at the mansion…”

The secretary interrupted. “President, Miss Brown just sent $1.4 billion.”

Damien stiffened, his eyes flashing. “What did you say?” He couldn’t believe she had that kind of money.

“She sent $1.4 billion and twenty dollars. She said…”

“She said what?”

“She said she calculated everything to ensure she didn’t lose. She ruined… your place. Twenty dollars is… a tip, President…”

Damien’s cheeks twitched. A twenty-dollar tip?

He laughed angrily. “Tell her, twenty dollars is too little for a tip.”

The secretary was close to tears. “President, Miss Brown anticipated your reaction and added a message… that your skills were really bad, only worth twenty dollars at most.”

Damien’s face paled. That damn woman!

“Investigate. Find out where her $1.4 billion came from, and who the hell that man is!”

The secretary was astonished at Damien's fury. He could have any woman he wanted, but he only desired Joyce, his little wildcat.

“Yes, sir.”

Damien stopped him. “Go back. What did Joyce come to the auction for? What did she want to buy?”

“President, I heard she was here for the underworld book.”