- Chapter 209
- In Joycelyn’s eyes, Sandra had grown up under Luna’s care, always close to her side, and she’d been raised quite well. Isolde and Ellison weren’t exactly harsh on others–either they didn’t like someone, or it was the group of difficult–to–approach debutantes.
- “I was picked up by my grandmother. People either wouldn’t play with me, or they just wanted to get close to Ellison. But now it’s different. Now I have Joycelyn. I’m going to turn the tables,” Sandra said, humming as she spoke.
- Joycelyn never imagined that one day, she’d become someone else’s source of confidence.
- “Alright, I’ve got your back,” Joycelyn said, raising a little fist. Her fresh face, with no makeup, was naturally beautiful in an ethereal way, and when she was serious, there was a touch of pride in her demeanor.
- “Mm,” Sandra echoed, mimicking her, causing her little fist to crack.
- “Why does your fist make that noise?” Joycelyn asked, intrigued, as she reached out to examine the little hand.
- Sandra’s hand was soft, fairer than most girls‘, but just a little firmer. It still looked like a little girl’s delicate hand.
- “I’m strong.”
- “Strong? What’s that like?” Joycelyn remembered the time she sent a six–foot–tall guy flying into a tree. Even she, who didn’t often follow the news, had heard about it.
- Sandra had become famous in an instant.
- “I don’t know, I just use a little force,” Sandra shrugged.
- “It’s good, really. At least you won’t get bullied. I envy your strength.” Joycelyn smiled as she playfully held Sandra’s raised little fist, like she was caring for a little sister.
- When she first married into the Mercer family, she had been overjoyed to have a younger sister, eager to play the role of an obedient older sibling to Octavia. But in Octavia’s eyes, she was just a servant and a cash machine.
- Now, seeing Sandra, it healed some of her past disappointments.
- “It feels really safe, even safer than with Ellison,” Joycelyn said, reaching out to adjust Sandra’s bangs, admiring the cute little girl who was only growing more endearing in her eyes.
- “Don’t say that in front of Ellison. He might get jealous,” Sandra teased, giving a wink.
- “Was he always like this? Always jealous?” Joycelyn asked, her clear eyes focused on Sandra, genuinely curious.
- “No, not at all. You know Ruby, right? That woman was relentless in chasing Ellison. She would do anything.” Sandra’s expression darkened as she recalled Ruby’s behavior.
- “What happened?” Joycelyn’s curiosity grew as she saw Sandra’s face turn serious.
- “She was extreme. She didn’t want any other women near Ellison, and she did a lot of nasty things behind his back. Ellison has been protecting you by not going public with your relationship. It’s actually a good thing. A woman like her would never let up. She’d stalk you from the shadows, waiting for an opening.”
- Hearing this, Joycelyn was reminded of the time she had been kidnapped by two friends of the Mercer family. It had felt strange and sudden, though the friends had paid dearly, so she hadn’t pursued it.
- “Here we are. Let me show you the new car,” Sandra suddenly cheered up, pressing the car key.
- A white G–Wagon’s lights blinked from across the clevator.
- “Wow, this car is so cool,” Joycelyn said in awe.
- The imposing off–road vehicle, in white, seemed to soften its fierce appearance just enough to match Sandra’s quirky personality.
- “Hop in. Take the passenger seat,” Sandra said as she gracefully opened the door for Joycelyn, kneeling slightly to adjust her. skirt and help her into the car..
- “This car feels like I’m boarding a plane. How did you get Yun Ting to pay for this?” Joycelyn asked, settling into the seat, which gave her a much better view than her own car. It felt so much more comfortable.
- “I played big. I won, so he bought me the G–Wagon. If he won, I’d have to buy him a supercar. But he can’t win,” Sandra replied, buckling her seatbelt with absolute confidence.
- “Why?”
- “His brain’s like a single–core processor. In rock–paper–scissors, he either follows along or goes against it. I can tell what he’ll choose from his first move,” Sandra said with a mischievous laugh. “He can’t win a single round. It’s a secret.”
- Joycelyn nearly laughed herself silly just imagining Leon, the guy with the carefree, rebellious face, looking all cute and clueless. Who knew he’d be this adorable inside?
- “That’s adorable,” Joycelyn smiled, shaking her head.
- “Yeah, let’s go,” Sandra said, revving the engine. The G–Wagon smoothly pulled out of the garage.
- Sandra sat upright in her seat, giving off the vibe of a child driving a rocket, as Joycelyn experienced a real–life version of “Fast and Furious.”
- About half an hour later, they arrived at the estate as the sun began to set.
- The last rays of sunlight bathed the distant mountains, casting their rugged outlines in gold, like they were draped in a shimmering veil of light, making it look like a scene from a fairyland.
- Outside the estate was a garden, perfectly set up for photos. Many socialites were snapping pictures there.
- Unable to resist, Joycelyn took a few photos herself.
- “Sandra, I heard you’re back. Have you found your birth parents who abandoned you?” Ruby’s sarcastic voice rang out.
- Joycelyn frowned, displeased.
- Following the voice, she saw Ruby and a few other well–dressed debutantes in the best photo spots, either taking pictures or selfies.
- “Ms. Wilson, I heard the White Group went bankrupt. You still have the nerve to take photos here?” Joycelyn replied coolly, with a soft smile.
- “Joycelyn?” Ruby’s eyes widened as she spotted Joycelyn standing there in a sleek black dress, her natural beauty making her stand out even without makeup. Ruby’s face immediately twisted into a scowl.
- “You think you can talk to me like that? This isn’t a place for someone like you. Go back, or you might get thrown out in front of everyone. That would be embarrassing,” Ruby spat.
- “Mind your own business,” Joycelyn retorted, unfazed.
- Behind her, Cecilia, wearing a white Chanel suit, whispered something in Ruby’s ear, and Ruby’s disdainful smile grew
- wider. “Sandra, you really are just an abandoned child. How pathetic that you’re driving Joycelyn around. You two really do match–both useless.”
- Joycelyn glanced at Sandra, who was clearly angry, her face tight with frustration. Even a little girl, pampered and spoiled, couldn’t overcome the inferiority complex from being abandoned.
- It reminded her of herself in the past.
- No wonder Sandra hated these gatherings but still couldn’t help but attend. Deep down, everyone wanted to prove something.
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- Joycelyn reached out and took Sandra’s hand, smiling as she spoke, “I really don’t understand why you always talk so much. You’re so impressive. How could the Wilson family go bankrupt? But thank you for being so bad at this, or I wouldn’t have a chance to have Mr. Grant focus on me.”
- After saying that, Joycelyn gave Ruby a sly smile.
- To defeat her, you had to hit where it hurt the most.
- “You shameless woman, who do you think you are? A clown,” Ruby hissed, her voice growing shrill. She looked at Joycelyn’s delicate, pale face, and the urge to tear it off burned in her eyes.
- “Joycelyn is with Ellison now. It must be driving you crazy,” Sandra grinned, clearly enjoying the scene.
- “She’s still unworthy. Just because she’s wearing a matching ring doesn’t make her Ellison’s wife. What if his real wife shows up and strips you in front of everyone?” Cecilia added from behind, looking down on Joycelyn.
- “Miss Jones, you’re so smart. Have you ever been stripped in the streets before?” Joycelyn asked with a playful look in her
- eyes.
- Cecilia’s expression twisted in fury, unable to hide her rage despite her meticulously applied makeup.
- “Isolde’s inside. Since you’re so sure Joycelyn’s Ellison’s woman, why don’t we go ask Isolde?”
- Ruby didn’t believe it for a second. Her stepsister had said Joycelyn married some insurance salesman. ‘How could Joycelyn, a married woman, show up at such an event and claim to be Ellison’s woman?‘
- “Let’s go!” Sandra grabbed Joycelyn’s hand, walking proudly toward the manor.
- “Let’s go. Let’s watch the clown make a fool of herself,” Ruby sneered, rallying her friends to follow.
- wider. “Sandra, you really are just an abandoned child. How pathetic that you’re driving Joycelyn around. You two really do match–both useless.”
- Joycelyn glanced at Sandra, who was clearly angry, her face tight with frustration. Even a little girl, pampered and spoiled, couldn’t overcome the inferiority complex from being abandoned.
- It reminded her of herself in the past.
- No wonder Sandra hated these gatherings but still couldn’t help but attend. Deep down, everyone wanted to prove something.
- Joycelyn reached out and took Sandra’s hand, smiling as she spoke, “I really don’t understand why you always talk so much. You’re so impressive. How could the Wilson family go bankrupt? But thank you for being so bad at this, or I wouldn’t have a chance to have Mr. Grant focus on me.”
- After saying that, Joycelyn gave Ruby a sly smile.
- To defeat her, you had to hit where it hurt the most.
- “You shameless woman, who do you think you are? A clown,” Ruby hissed, her voice growing shrill. She looked at Joycelyn’s delicate, pale face, and the urge to tear it off burned in her eyes.
- “Joycelyn is with Ellison now. It must be driving you crazy,” Sandra grinned, clearly enjoying the scene.
- “She’s still unworthy. Just because she’s wearing a matching ring doesn’t make her Ellison’s wife. What if his real wife shows up and strips you in front of everyone?” Cecilia added from behind, looking down on Joycelyn.
- “Miss Jones, you’re so smart. Have you ever been stripped in the streets before?” Joycelyn asked with a playful look in her eyes.
- Cecilia’s expression twisted in fury, unable to hide her rage despite her meticulously applied makeup.
- “Isolde’s inside. Since you’re so sure Joycelyn’s Ellison’s woman, why don’t we go ask Isolde?”
- Ruby didn’t believe it for a second. Her stepsister had said Joycelyn married some insurance salesman. ‘How could Joycelyn, a married woman, show up at such an event and claim to be Ellison’s woman?‘
- “Let’s go!” Sandra grabbed Joycelyn’s hand, walking proudly toward the manor.
- “Let’s go. Let’s watch the clown make a fool of herself,” Ruby sneered, rallying her friends to follow.
An Joycelyn English Novel Chapter 209
An Joycelyn English Novel Chapter 209
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An Joycelyn English Novel
Status: Ongoing Native Language: English
