Book TRK
Chapter 867
Chapter 867
Chapter 867
“Brittany, you got any proof?” Joie squirmed, trying to break free. “You think you can just spit venom? Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Not on my watch!”
Brittany straightened Joie’s clothes and fixed the bandage around her waist. Everything was put back
exactly as it was before.
“Relax, honey, our little tango has only just begun.”
She would make sure to settle the score, down to the last penny!
Joie shivered to the core.
The bodyguard saw Brittany exit and approached respectfully, “Ms. Dustin.”
“Fetch a doctor for Ms. Joie. Make sure she gets the best care.”
After all, what fun would it be if Joie were to die now?
“Yes, ma’am.”
Isaac saw Brittany emerge and walked towards her with confident strides, taking her hand in his. “She
didn’t blabber anything she shouldn’t have, did she?”
“Not a word.”
After Brittany and Isaac left, the bodyguard summoned a doctor to tend to Joie’s facial wounds. Before
the doctor could even get close, Joie pushed him away fiercely!
“Get out! All of you, just get out!”
They were all just lackeys, mere spectators to her misery! None would stand by her side!
The bodyguard, not known for patience, grabbed a rope and tied Joie up to ensure the doctor could do
his job.
For a while after that incident, neither Brittany nor Isaac showed their faces.
Joie’s wounds healed quickly, leaving long, hideous scars trailing across her skin. A particularly ghastly
one ran from the corner of her eye to her jawline, nearly bisecting her face.
On the day the bandages were removed, Joie, in a fit of rage, trashed the living room. The bodyguard,
expressionless as ever, cleaned up the mess and left.
Joie’s screams echoed persistently, while the indifferent bodyguard stood by the door, sparing her not
even a glance of pity.
Once an actress who prioritized her beauty above all else, Joie now found herself with ruined looks and
a shattered spirit. She abstained from eating for days, almost fainting from hunger.
Fearing the worst, the bodyguards called a doctor to keep her alive with IV nutrition.
When Isaac heard of this, he ruthlessly cut off her lifeline.
Scared into submission, Joie began to eat, her tantrums ceasing.
Before long, the end of October arrived.
Grace’s 90th birthday was approaching, and the Salter family placed great importance on the
celebration.
Manuel was practically jumping through hoops, hoping to curry favor with Grace and earn her special
regard.
In contrast, Marcel was run ragged.
Grandeur Capital was a sinking ship, rotting from within.
When Isaac left, he took with him vital secrets and a number of key executives. After establishing his
own firm, many of his former clients chose him over Grandeur Capital.
Desperate to secure his position as CEO, Marcel’s rash decisions led to several deals falling through.
Meanwhile, Isaac’s company was thriving, expanding exponentially in less than a year and becoming
one of Imperial City’s top emerging businesses.
As Isaac soared, Marcel’s insecurity grew. Then, as if by fate, a massive project landed on Marcel’s
desk. The investment was astronomical, but so were the promised returns.
Hell-bent on proving himself, Marcel ignored all caution and poured money into the venture.
Billions vanished without a trace, and the project turned into a colossal trap.
In just over a month, the losses mounted to tens of billions!
The news spread like wildfire. Marcel, who had clawed his way to the top with less-than-noble means,
was now caught in the same pit as Isaac, sending shock waves through Grandeur Capital.
When the extended Salter family heard the news, they swarmed Marcel in the boardroom.
“Marcel, you assured us you had full confidence in this project. How come we’re hearing about losses
in the billions?” one relative barked.
“Yeah, that’s our hard-earned cash you’re playing with!” another chimed in.
“If we knew you’d screw up this bad, we would’ve stuck with Zac. We made a killing with him. How do
we end up losing so much with you?”
The room erupted with the clamor of disgruntled relatives, and Marcel felt the veins in his forehead
about to burst.