Chapter 754 Still Indebted!

Damien’s pupils constricted at her provocative attire. He quickly grasped her slender wrist, sneering, “Joyce, what kind of dress are you wearing? Why are you wearing that out?”

Joyce, about to leave, was stopped. Her patience exhausted, her cheerful demeanor vanished. “Mr. Damien, what do you mean by this?”

With a flick of his wrist, Damien threw her against the washstand. Her back hit hard, her face hardening further as his hand landed on her slit skirt. “Joyce, you have no sense of decorum. Dressing so ostentatiously, do you think you’re still a little girl?” he asked, his eyes darkening.

Joyce frowned. Mentioning a woman’s age was a taboo. Her attire was none of his concern. “Mr. Damien, are you serious? Your thinking is outdated. Women wear what’s comfortable. What’s wrong with showing legs?”

Damien released her waist, his gaze falling on her long, slender legs. He hadn’t noticed how other women dressed; it wasn’t his concern. But she couldn't wear this! Other men would see.

“Come with me and change.”

“I’m not changing! This dress is beautiful. Why should I change? Why do you care?” Joyce was exasperated.

Damien stared at her, “I don’t want my daughter’s mother to be so exposed in public.”

Joyce laughed angrily, then sighed, staring at him seductively. “President Augustine, is this because I didn’t satisfy you at the clubhouse?”

Pushing him slightly, she leaned on the washstand, lifting her legs. Her high heels slowly ascended his black trousers. “Mr. Robert, just say it. If you don’t tell me, how will I know what you want?”

Damien, born into nobility, had learned to mask his emotions, keeping women at arm’s length. Yet, a flicker of desire crossed his handsome face, his attention fixed on her high heels. Her smile was captivating, her allure making his heart pound.

He was inexplicably drawn to her. Weren’t there countless beautiful celebrities vying for his attention? Why her?

He reached for her delicate ankle, but Joyce was quicker, withdrawing her foot. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled. “Mr. Damien, what do you want?”

He pinned her against the wall and washstand, his body enclosing hers. “Joyce, it seems you’ve forgotten. When will you repay your debt?”

Joyce’s eyes widened. She blinked, staring at him.

“You owe me ten billion dollars.”

Joyce winced, “My ears hurt! I can’t hear you, Mr. Damien! Speak up!”

A sly smile touched his lips. He’d found her weakness—her lack of funds. He, on the other hand, had more than enough.

Lowering his brows, he smirked, “Joyce, you need to settle your debt.”

“Settle what?” Joyce stared blankly.

“My lawyer sent you a letter long ago, claiming ten billion in damages. Since you haven’t repaid, the interest has accrued. You now owe 10.2 billion.”

Joyce gasped. “Mr. Damien, why not a trillion? Why don’t you just rob a bank?”

He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, “I’m rich. No need to rob a bank.”

“Evil capitalist!” she muttered.

Pushing him away, she adjusted her skirt. “I’ll find a way to pay. Get out of my way!” She opened the door and left.

Damien watched her go, knowing she had no such sum. He intended to use this debt to force her compliance. He waited patiently.

Joyce left the auction house and went to a pharmacy for a pregnancy test. She called Levi.

A sweet voice answered, “Hello, Grandma…”

Joyce gripped her phone. “Levi, honestly, is Grandma treating you well?”

“Yes, Grandma.”

“Grandma’s in trouble. Can you help?” she feigned tears.

“What’s wrong, Grandma?”

“Your grandfather is suing me for ten billion. Grandma has no money.”

“Grandma, I don’t have that much,” Levi replied.

Stopping her act, she whispered a plan. “Levi, ten billion is a lot. But you can just take it from Grandpa’s account. He won’t notice.”

“Huh?” Levi was speechless. He wasn't a thief, but… how could he refuse Grandma?

“Levi, can you do this?”

Could he say no?

“Okay, 10.2 billion, right?”

Joyce nodded. “Yes. Give him 10.1 billion. The extra hundred thousand is for the tip I gave him that night.”