Chapter 43 A Bet
" To confirm Joyce's guilt, Mrs. Winters Jr. personally went to the surveillance room with Sebastian. Isabella, wearing a mask, followed behind. She watched the surveillance video, filled with hatred. This time, she was determined to drive Joyce out of here!
Several people sat in the surveillance room, staring intently at the playback. When the crucial moment arrived, Sebastian deliberately had the footage slowed down. But no matter how many times they replayed it, Joyce's figure never appeared at the point where Isabella went to the restroom.
Isabella stared at the screen in disbelief, gritting her teeth. ""It's impossible! Joyce must have tampered with the video. She went in before me, there's no way she wasn't there!""
Sebastian, with a stern expression, looked at the people in the surveillance room. ""Has Secretary Blackwood tampered with the video?""
The employees in the room shook their heads. ""President Winters, as you instructed last time, without a document signed by you, nobody can access the video, including Secretary Blackwood.""
Upon hearing this, Sebastian coldly looked at Isabella. ""Got that? Do you have anything else to say?""
""Sebastian, I didn't frame her. It must be Joyce...""
Before Isabella could finish her sentence, Sebastian turned and left.
Isabella felt like she had been dealt a huge blow. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She had been so sure of her victory, but Joyce had turned the tables.
She watched Sebastian's indifferent figure, clenching her fists tightly.
Meanwhile, Joyce took Mrs. Winters Sr. to the lounge and placed a cup of hot tea in her hands, sincerely saying, "" I was the one who hit Isabella.""
Mrs. Winters Sr. looked at her with a smile and said, ""I know.""
""Then why are you helping me?""
""I'm not helping you; I'm just helping that jerk get his wife.""
Joyce smiled bitterly. ""I'm afraid I have to disappoint you.""
Ever since Sebastian repeatedly abandoned her and chose Isabella, Joyce knew that their fate was sealed.
Mrs. Winters Sr. gently stroked Joyce's head and said with a smile, ""Let's make a bet. I bet that one day you will become my granddaughter-in-law. If I win, you'll give me a chubby great-grandson. How about that?""
At the mention of a child, Joyce felt a sudden pang in her heart. Her reconciliation with Sebastian was nearly impossible. Even if they did reconcile, the old lady's wish for a great-grandson seemed very unlikely to come true.
Joyce looked at Mrs. Winters Sr. with reddened eyes and a faint smile on her lips. ""Mrs. Winters Sr., you will lose the bet.""
""No, I have never lost a bet in my life.""
Mrs. Winters Sr. was full of confidence.
After seeing off Mrs. Winters Sr., Joyce immersed herself in her work. It wasn't until 7 o'clock in the evening that she finished.
Just as she was about to leave with her things, she received a call from Julian. She immediately answered it.
Julian's voice was gentle. ""Joyce, Tropical Manor, Room 808. Our old master is here, he wants to see you.""
""Alright, I'll be there in about half an hour.""
It had been three years since she last saw their old master, and Joyce felt a mix of excitement and guilt.
When she pushed open the private room door, she was greeted by her old master's head full of white hair. She was instantly stunned. She never expected that he would have changed so much in just three years.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of guilt for not visiting him all these years due to her pride.
Harold, seeing her in this embarrassed state, waved at her and said, ""Silly girl, it's been three years. Don't you recognize me anymore?"""
