Chapter 892 How much does it cost for you to receive guests?
After Damien left, the girls around him disbanded. Joyce, who was forced to attend the welcome ceremony, was finally released. She left the airport lobby with her bag and took a taxi out.
However, no car stopped.
Joyce looked at the time, afraid that her precious daughter would be worried, so she was a little impatient.
At this time, a long luxury car slowly appeared. Joyce looked at it. It’s the Imperial number plate. This license plate is crazy, a symbol of power and status, and it is unobstructed everywhere.
Damien’s car is here.
It’s quite a coincidence.
Joyce quickly ran forward and stopped the luxury car.
The driver stepped on the brake and looked at the man sitting in the back seat asking permission: “Sir, someone is stopping the car.”
Damien was elegantly sitting in the back seat, his long legs elegantly stacked on top of each other. He was reading his work documents gracefully.
Hearing that, he took his eyes off the document and looked out the window. Joyce’s bright and lively little face quickly enlarged in his sight.
Joyce stood at the back window, raised her hand to greet him warmly, with a bright smile on her face, “Hello, Mr. Robert.”
Damien immediately frowned. She opened Windshire Palace, and sent the daughter of the richest man to obstruct traffic. A few days ago, he led people to Windshire Palace but he didn’t see her behind closed doors. Her subordinates said that she was “receiving guests”!
Damien was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This woman was bold and rebellious, not at all the image of a lady from a famous family, so he left.
Unexpectedly he met her here, and she stopped his car again.
Damien looked at her with a big smile on her face, as if she were telling him, “Mr. Robert, give me a
ride!”
This woman just beamed at him when she wanted something.
Damien slid slowly down the car window, his bloodshot phoenix eyes looking over. He asked, “Miss Brown, do we know each other?”
The smile on Joyce’s face quickly stiffened, “Hahaha, Mr. Robert, you really know how to joke. Where are you… going?”
“To my daughter’s wedding.”
“Oh.” Joyce’s eyes lit up, “Mr. Robert, hello, hello. I’m your daughter’s mother. Now we know each
other.”
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Damien completely ignored this woman, glanced at the driver faintly and said: “Drive.”
“Yes sir.” The driver pressed the accelerator.
Joyce was dumbfounded. Even though the Damien she knew was petty, he was still a gentleman. His car was big and luxurious, so taking her on the road was no problem.
“Hey, Damien!” Joyce put her hands on the car window, showing a pitiful expression, “Today-is-
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Chapter 592 How much does it cost for you to receive guests?
Olive’s wedding, do you have to do this?”
Speaking of this, Joyce twitched her nostrils twice, her watery eyes immediately turned red, “Do you think I can easily raise Olive? What did you contribute to being a father? Just one sperm!”
Damien looked at the mist in Joyce’s watery eyes, as if she were about to cry. He was startled.
There were already a lot of people at the airport, but when Joyce made a fuss, everyone’s gazes turned.
“I was ten months pregnant alone, raising Olive by myself. I am both a father and a mother, and life is really difficult.”
“I know I’m old, and you’re fascinated by the beautiful young girls outside, but when it comes to my daughter’s wedding, you don’t even want to let me sit in your car. You’re so heartless!”
“We had a good night that year, you hugged me and praised me, but now why are you… so cruel?
“Boohoo… Boohoo…” Joyce sobbed sadly.
“Phew-”
A muffled laugh rang out in his ears. Damien looked up to see the driver in front of him who couldn’t help but laugh.
Damien immediately frowned. The driver hastily sat up straight, which means, “Look, sir. I’m not smiling. I definitely won’t laugh!”
At this time, more and more people gathered outside. Everyone pointed at Damien and scolded him: “Ew! You scum!”
Damien, “…”
Damien never expected that one day the label “scum” would suddenly fall on his head during more than 40 years of his life. This was such a damn good experience!
Three black lines flowed down from his forehead. He felt that sooner or later his reputation would be ruined by this woman, Joyce.
“Okay, stop crying!” Damien lowered his voice.
Joyce was sobbing, tears actually falling, forming on her face. She looked at him weakly, “You… you’re still mean to me, boohoo…”
“…” Okay, Damien admitted she won. He said, “Hold on and get in the car!”
“Okay!” Joyce quickly raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, then happily sat in the luxury
car.
The extended version of the business car was speeding down the road. The driver in front secretly raised his head and looked through the rearview mirror at Joyce, a brave and strange woman.
But before he could look at her, the driver felt a second cold gaze on him. Damien was looking at him with gentle but murderous eyes.
The driver’s s scalp felt numb and he immediately withdrew his eyes, not daring to look anymore.
Joyce sat next to Damien, took out two tissues and wiped her face.
Damien glanced at her and asked, “Why don’t you welcome guests today?”
Joyce’s hands shook. This man was so naughty, he gave her back the “receiver” that he talked about last time at Windshire Palace.
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Joyce sat up straight and looked seriously at Damien, “Mr. Robert, you seem to despise my current job!”
Damien pouted: “Is it not obvious enough?”
Now what should he call her? An owner of prostitution? A prostitute? Does she want him to give her a few rounds of applause and tell her how great she is?
Joyce frowned, “…Mr. Robert, this is your fault. You can look down on me, but you can’t look down my work. They are all immigrant workers making a living, regardless of what they look like, so why do you discriminate like that?”
Damien curled his thin lips into a cold smile, “In the end, you still want to make money. Joyce, I think you can sell anything as long as you can make money!”
He finally discovered that she was a money addict.
Joyce was confused. Why was he angry?
She just loves money!
He was born as a son of Imperial, the family was well-off and not poor. If one person makes money, the whole family is not hungry. But for her, she has a lot of people to feed.
In this world, no one can live freely as they wish, and everyone has their own responsibilities.
“Mr. Robert, did I steal your money? Did I rob you? No, so what does it have to do with you sell?
what I
“You!” Damien was angry, but quickly changed his voice and asked: “How much does it cost you to receive guests?”
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