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    Richard froze. A chill crawled up his spine. He stared at Joyce, his eyes wide with shock and dismay.


    “What did you just say?”


    “I’m perfectly calm, and I mean every word,” Joyce asserted, her lips pressed tight. Before arriving, she’d talked to Milo. He wasn’t after her money, but he was strapped for cash. If she couldn’t help him, he’d have to look elsewhere.


    How could she let the man she loved slip through her fingers? Milo was too precious; he was hers alone. Since she couldn’t liquidate her shares in the roboticspany, she’d cash in her now meaningless marriage instead.


    She settled herself on the sofa, channeling Dani’s usualposure, trying to think what her sister would do in such a scenario. Somehow, this brought her peace. She told Richard, “The Bet name carries weight, and Alexander cares about his image. I’m still his wife. If I’m shamed, it reflects poorly on him too, right?”


    Richard trembled with anger at that. He realized he had overestimated Joyce’s sense of propriety. He scoffed, “So what?”


    “I don’t want to have a falling-out with you. I’ve given my all to this marriage, but Alexander has never truly epted me. He’s hinted at divorce before. I know he still pines for Dani. I’m ready to step aside. After the divorce, me it all on me, and I’ll bear it silently.”


    Richard was taken aback. He saw that when people lost all shame, they gained a cunning edge.


    Joyce was so clear-headed, calcted, and determined. She eyed Richard and said, “But this divorce won’te cheap.”


    Richard braced himself, knowing Joyce was about toy down her terms.


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    “I want half of the Bet family’s assets, not a penny less.”


    Securing half of the fortune would more than suffice to tide Milo over through his financial storm. Then, they could weave their future together.


    Richard, trembling with fury, pointed a finger at Joyce, his tone icy and measured.


    “You’ve only been part of the Bet family for a mere half a year. Aside from a trail of scandals, what value have you added? On what grounds do you stake a im to our wealth? Joyce, if you have any conscience, you’d initiate the divorce yourself, respecting the years you and Alexander have shared.”


    Joyce responded with a cold, humorless smile.


    “I don’t have any conscience. There’s no thread binding Alexander and me. I am not as forgiving as Dani. Iy im to what’s mine, and I will seize it.”


    Richard’s eyes widened in disbelief.


    “Joyce, how dare you im the Bet family’s wealth as yours? It has nothing to do with you. Moreover, you’re the one having an affair.


    You deserve nothing.”


    Joyce looked at Richard with a chilly gaze.


    “What? Do women who marry into your family have to leave empty-handed? I am not Dani. If you care about your family’s reputation, you should give me half of the assets. Otherwise, don’t me me for making things awkward!” Joyce ascended the stairs.


    “I’ll give you one night to think it over. If you don’t transfer the funds by tomorrow, I’ll release the scandalous photos of me and the man. Then, Bet Group’s stocks will take another hit.”


    Richard remained below, watching Joyce disappear into her room.


    His anger was so intense he thought he might have a heart attack.


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