Chapter 754 Still Indebted!
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Damienâs pupils shrank from her stimulation.
He quickly stretched out his palm and clasped her slender wrist. He sneered, âJoyce, what kind of dress are you wearing? Why wear this out?â
Joyce was about to walk out, but now, he delayed her. Her patience was exhausted, and her bright face became indifferent. âMr. Damien, what do you mean by messing around like this?â
Damien threw her onto the washstand with a flick of his hand.
Joyceâs slender back bumped into the washstand, Joyceâs face became even colder. A big palm landed on her slit skirt.
Joyce, you really donât have the slightest sense of self-consciousness. You dress so ostentatiously, do you think youâre still a little girl?â Damien asked, as his eyes turned gloomy.
Joyce furrowed her eyebrows. Mentioning a womanâs age was a big taboo. Whether or not she dressed like a little girl had nothing to do with him!
âMr. Damien, are you sure you want to discuss this with me? Your thinking is too feudal and conservative. Now, women wear what they feel comfortable in. Whatâs wrong with showing oneâs legs?â
Damien let go of her waist and looked down at the her legs, which were straight and slender.
He hadnât paid attention to how other women dressed. It had nothing to do with him. He only knew that she couldnât wear things like this!
Other men will see!
âCome with me and change your dress.â
âIâm not changing this dress, this dress is very beautiful, why should I change? Why should you care about me?â Joyce was really depressed.
Damien stared at her faintly, âI donât want my daughterâs mother to be this exposed outside.â
Joyce laughed in anger. She sighed, and stared seductively at him.
âPresident Augustine, is it because I didnât satisfy you last time in the clubhouse?â
As she said that, Joyce pushed him away a little and propped her hands on the washstand. She raised her legs, and her high heels slowly climbed up his black trousers, âMr. Robert, just say whatâs on your mind. If you donât tell me, how would I know what you want?
Damien was born into a noble family. Over time, he had grown to conceal his emotions. He never allowed women get close to him.
However, Damienâs handsome face was a little lustful Now, his attention was focused on her high heels.
She was still smiling at him. When she laughed, she was the most attractive. She was lustful, and it made his heart itch.
Damien didnât know how he had found himself attracted to her. Werenât there hot female celebrities hovering around him? Why was he actually attracted to her?
Damien stretched out his big hand, wanting to squeeze her delicate ankle.
However, Joyce took a step faster and withdrew her ankle from Damienâs palm. She hooked a strand of hair that fell from her cheek to her ear. She smiled, and asked, âMr. Damien, what do you want to do?â
Damien propped one of his palms on the wall beside her head and the other on the washstand, blocking her delicate body in his embrace. âJoyce, it looks like you donât have a good memory. When will you repay the money you owe me?â
Joyceâs eyes instantly widened. She blinked, as she looked at him.
âYou owe me ten billion dollars.â
my cars canât he Joyce quickly frowned, âIt hurts, my ears hurt, ah, my ears canât hear, I canât hear what youâre saying.
Mr. Damien, what are you saying, speak up!â
Damien looked at her in a sly attitude, and his mood improved a little. It seemed that he had found her weakness. She had no money. Ä® As for things like money, he had it in abundance.
Damien lowered his handsome eyebrows, he smirked, and then said, âJoyce, you need to clear up your debt.â
What else was there to clear?
Joyce stared at him st upidly.
âI remember that my lawyer sent you a letter a long time ago, claiming ten billion dollars for the damages you caused me. But so many days have elapsed, and you are unable to repay. You need to pay me a high amount of interest. After doing the math, in addition of the interest, you now have to pay me 10.2 billion.â
Joyce widened her lips in shock. âMr. Damien, why donât ask me to pay you a trillion dollars? Or why donât you rob the bank?â Joyce asked unhappily.
Damien raised his beautiful eyebrows, âIâm rich, thereâs no need to rob the bank.â
âYou evil capitalist!â Joyce cursed inwardly.
Joyce reached out and pushed the man away, then she adjusted her skirt. âIâll find a way to pay your money. Iâm going to raise the money, please get out of the way!â
With that, she opened the door and left.
Damien looked at her disappearing figure. He was sure that she had no money. 10.2 billion was an astronomical amount for her. He wanted to use this money to force her to how to him.
Damien stood patiently, as he waited for her to arrive.
Joyce went out of the auction house and went to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test.
She took out her phone and made a call.
Soon, there was a tender voice from the other end of the phone, âHello, grandmaâ¦â
It was Levi.
Joyce tightened her grip on her phone. âLevi, tell me the truth, is grandma treating you well?â
âYes, grandma is treating me well.â
âThen grandma is in trouble right now, can you help me?â Joyce asked, as she faked a cry.
âWhatâs the problem, grandma?â Levi asked with concern.
âLevi, your grandfather is suing me for ten billion, Grandma has no money.â
âGrandmother, I donât have that much money either,â Levi replied.
Joyce quickly stopped her fake crying. She had already thought of a good idea, so she mysteriously said, âLevi, ten billion is a lot of money for me. But you can just deduct this money from your grandpaâs account. He wonât notice in a while.â
âHuh?â Levi questioned speechlessly. He was so many things, but not a thief. But before his grandma, how could he refuse?
âLevi, you just need to let me know if you can do this?â
Could he say no to her?
âAlright then, 10.2 billion, right?â Levi asked, and Joyce nodded.
âYes, yes, you can give him 10.1 billion. One hundred thousand will go as the tip I gave him that night.â