Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 212 Chapter 212 1 70 When Isolde whispered to Mrs. Grant, the room fell deathly quiet. Every eye turned toward her, including Ruby's, who first glanced at Leah, then locked onto Joycelyn, standing with the elegance of a black swan in her dress, commanding attention without a word.

Compared to Leah's brief moment of discomfort, Joycelyn's poise and composure radiated an aura that was anything but ordinary. She carried herself with a presence that seemed far beyond what one would expect from someone of her standing.

The atmosphere bectense with anticipation, and curiosity was palpable. The truth about the fake Mrs. Grant was on the brink of being exposed, and everyone could sense it.

Joycelyn was about to step forward when she noticed Isolde's hand gesturing toward her.

"Sorry, excuse me," a soft, hesitant voice cfrom behind.

Amid such a formal occasion, a middle-aged woman in a janitor's uniform squeezed through from the corner, collecting the trash.

Out of the corner of her eye, Joycelyn caught something familiar. As she turned her head, her dark eyes narrowed in shock. It was Iris.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too stiff, and Iris attempted to look up, only to be met with a sneering remark from a nearby woman. "Who's this cleaning lady? Stay away from me." Iris bowed and apologized, hurrying to continue wiping the table legs as if she were the lowest of the low in this opulent world.

In the past, Joycelyn would never have allowed anyone to treat Iris with such disdain. Even as a child, she stood up for Iris, protecting her from anyone trying to pick on her while selling goods on the street.

Things had changed now. Not only had Iris's deliberate appearance added to her discomfort, but the earlier online smear campaign had turned the public against her, leaving her caught in an impossible situation.

Iris's humiliation would beca laughingstock for the Grant family, and she would be left to play the part of a vampire, either extorting others or staging performances to attract attention.

Joycelyn's hands clenched at her sides, her fingers tightening.

Ruby's gaze flickered momentarily, a hint of smug satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

Iris and Octavia were both women Ruby had bailed out, all to make things difficult for Joycelyn. She hadn't expected it to backfire so quickly.

“Isolde isn't feeling well today, so everyone should leave. As for who the true Mrs. Grant is, those who attended the wedding have already met her. For those who haven't, you'll have to wait for Isolde to introduce her personally." Luna sensed the tension and immediately stepped forward to ease the atmosphere.

After speaking, Luna approached Leah. "Dr. Mason, I could use your help. I've just twisted my ankle-could you take a look for me?" By addressing her as "Dr. Mason," Luna subtly dismissed Leah's claim to the title of Mrs. Grant-something the socialites and elites all understood.

Joycelyn didn't bother to argue. At this moment, her petty dispute with Ruby seemed insignificant.

"Wait a minute, this cleaning lady looks so familiar. Joycelyn, could it be Iris? Didn't she accuse you online a few days ago of being ungrateful and not supporting her?" Ruby said as if she had made a sudden, unintended discovery.

1/3 06:54 Thu, 6 Mar Chapter 212 12% +23) Iris immediately lifted her head at the mention of Joycelyn's name. Her eyes filled with awe when she saw the elegant and stunning Joycelyn. "Joycelyn..." Joycelyn turned around, facing her calmly.

"Ms. Wilson, I didn't expect the Wilson family to go bankrupt, yet here you are, still managing to find the money to bail her out," Joycelyn said, her expression calm and composed as she met Ruby's smug gaze.

She carried herself like the pure, refreshing air after a mountain rain-sharp, unblemished, and unyielding. Even facing the unworthy Iris, Joycelyn's gaze never faltered or wavered.

Ruby's expression darkened, her smugness faltering in the face of Joycelyn's sharp words.

"I won't interrupt your reunion with Iris, but as for this cleaning lady, I assit's still work hours? Don't forget to finish your duties before catching up with Joycelyn, or they might dock your pay," Ruby remarked, her arms crossed as she walked away with the air of someone who had just won a victory.

Holding a rag in her hand, Iris stepped forward, her eyes red with emotion. Everyone had initially been captivated by Joycelyn's elegance, and even Luna's words had led them to believe this poised, elegant woman was Mrs. Grant. It now seemed impossible.

Joycelyn thought, 'I have no desire to prove anything-not at this moment, at least.' Seeing the situation, Sandra put her hands on her hips and stepped before Joycelyn. "Excuse me, Iris, we don't need you here. Please leave." "Wait..." Isolde's voice suddenly cut through the tension, deep and firm.

At the sound of Isolde's awakening, everyone instantly froze.

Mrs. Willows hurried forward, gently assisting Isolde in sitting up. "You're awake at last, Isolde. How are you feeling? Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice thick with concern.

Isolde waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine, just a little too excited today. But I could have sworn I heard someone making things difficult for Mrs. Grant." As soon as Isolde's words fell, it wasn't just Ruby who was about to leave, but even Leah, who had been standing quietly at the side, felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

Isolde had endured the loss of her husband and son, yet she still led the Grant Group for twenty years, expanding it into one of the most powerful families in the region. As a legendary woman, her presence alone commanded the utmost respect.

"Isolde, who might be Mrs. Grant? We're all so curious," Mrs. Willows said with a polite smile, feigning playful interest.

The women and wealthy businessmen who had already turned to leave paused, their curiosity piqued. "Isolde, might we have the honor of meeting the next Mrs. Grant?" they asked eagerly.

"Yes," they murmured in agreement.

"Mrs. Grant, personally chosen by Isolde, must surely be an exceptional lady," they added.

The mention of an "exceptional lady" made most believe they spoke of Leah. She seemed the perfect fit with her background in herbs, cultured upbringing, and expertise in pharmacology.

Listening to their praise, Isolde glanced proudly at Joycelyn.

Joycelyn shook her head gently.

Isolde noticed the hesitation in her eyes and then looked at the middle-aged woman beside her, dressed in cleaning attire.

2/3 06:54 Thu, 6 Mar Chapter 212 "Mrs. Grant is, without a doubt, one in a million-truly exceptional. Such significant news deserves to be cured wi as well," Isolde said, leaving everyone hanging with curiosity.

"Everyone, please leave. Joycelyn, you and Iris stay," Isolde commanded, clearly directing yoyody to remain The moment Isolde called Joycelyn's name, a flicker of surprise appeared in the eyes of those presse.

Reluctantly, everyone followed the order and quietly exited the VIP lounge,

Leah quickly stepped forward to help Luna, gently pressing her twisted ankle back into place. The pain m wwxded dimos immediately. Not staying longer, Leah followed the others, being the last to leave and quietly doing, the door bih ber "Leah, could it be that Joycelyn is Mrs. Grant?" Ruby asked, her eyes wide with disbelief as the watched yoyodys romako inside. However, there was a hint of sarcasm in her words, Throughout the evening, everyone treated her as Mrs. Grant, only to find out it was all a lie.

"After all, Joycelyn is one of the key talents the Grant Group has been nurturing, If the were involved in any vent would reflect poorly on the company. Isolde asked them to stay because there's important business to discuss Le explained. vent'woulerencere

Leah clasped her hands before her, exuding her usual grace and ton politeness. Her words seemed explain joycelyn's presence. However, they were deliberately vague, leading everyone to believe that Joycelyn was simply a favored employee of the Grant Group rather than Mrs. Grant. "Then, are you Mrs. Grant?" Ruby couldn't hold back the question.

"Whether I am or not, that's none of your concern, Ms. Wilson," Leah replied with a soft smile, neither confirming nor denying the question.

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