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Alexander clenched his jaw, his face tightening with tension. Joyce chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of him.
“I just love this look on your face—swallowing your pride, yet with no option but to give in. A full day and night is
the least I'll accept. If you don’t agree, you're free to walk away right now. But don’t complain when | get
ruthless.”
As Alexander stared at her assured expression, his hatred burned, but there was no escape. The business he had
fought so hard to build had to be preserved. He couldn't let go of the Bennett family’s legacy, something that
had stood for over a century.
Joyce was certain Alexander would comply. She turned on sclassical music and stepped into the bathroom
for a bath, leaving the door ajar. From there, she had a perfect view of Alexander's inner turmoil and slow
unraveling. Joyce couldn't help but smile.
When she had chosen Doug, she hadn't felt much different from how Alexander felt now. But that was just how
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpeople were. Once there was a first compromise, there would be a second.
Each tshe gave in, it made it easier, and soon the struggle was forgotten, becoming something she just
accepted. After all, the discomfort was only temporary, but the happiness that money brought lasted forever.
Joyce smiled as she watched Alexander get up from his seat. Slowly, he started to take off his clothes, one piece
at a time.
It was strange, considering she and Alexander had only been together once before. It wasn’t particularly
memorable, especially when compared to Doug's rough ways. But Joyce was thrilled by the sight.
She wasn't in love with Alexander; it was about her pride. Didn't Alexander look down on her when they married?
Now, seeing him kneeling before her, kissing her feet, Joyce’s face twisted with satisfaction.
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Alexander initially assumed the ordeal would be over within an hour. Women and indulgence had never been his
weakness, nor did he care for indulgence.
Yet when Joyce unleashed her endless repertoire of tricks, Alexander was taken aback.
In that moment, he understood why Joyce had managed to remain Doug’s woman for so long and even become
his wife—it was no coincidence.
As tension built, the veins on Alexander's forehead throbbed, and he couldn't help but wish it were Daniela in
Joyce's place.
One full day and night crawled by.
When Alexander finally left, his body felt drained and heavy.
Joyce, her lips curling into a smug smile, called out, “Feel free to reach out if you ever have the need again.”
With his disciplined workout routine, Alexander boasted a chiseled physique far superior to Doug's, whose age
had long dulled his vigor.
Joyce, meanwhile, lay sprawled across the bed, her deep sleep lasting for hours.
As Alexander exited the hotel, his phone vibrated, notifying him of a money transfer. He glanced at the screen.
His bank account showed a deposit of fifty million. For a brief moment, Alexander hesitated, tempted to stick to
his principles.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYet Joyce's earlier words echoed in his mind—beforehand, morality had seemed insurmountable, and the idea of
taking money felt wrong.
Now, with fifty million staring him in the face, Alexander rationalized it as fair payment for a day and night's
work. Why refuse? He convinced himself it was well-earned.
With a final glance at his phone, Alexander silently accepted the deposit.
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