Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 258 "Is that for real?" Joycelyn expressed her disbelief, clearly shocked by the news.

"It is! I couldn't find anything unusual at first. The two families have always had their issues behind the scenes. But guess what? Sibyl took the opportunity when no one was looking and grabbed Reuben's hand. Well, for an aunt to make a move on her nephew-in-law, that's pretty bold!" Sandra said, her face filled with expression, as if she were performing a comedy routine. Joycelyn gapsed upon hearing that.

"Also, after Cody fainted, Great-grandpa Harriet was distraught. When no one was around, he stroked Cody's face with a very concerned look. It seemed very off." "What!" When Joycelyn heard this, she felt an inexplicable discomfort. Within half a minute, her expression shifted repeatedly.

She had once heard a saying that marriage was like a magnificent robe, full of lies and hidden truths. The scould be applied to high society. Beneath the glamorous exterior of these wealthy families, there were often unspeakable relationships and hidden truths.

"Doesn't he have a wife? It doesn't add up," Joycelyn said.

"Great-grandma Niamh has been living abroad with her children, overseeing the Grant family's overseas affairs, so she's not around, Sandra explained.

"Then how did the third branch get involved, and why are they stepping forward to take responsibility?" Joycelyn's mind felt overloaded. Each puzzle piece seemed more absurd than the last, leaving her stunned.

"I suspect this has something to do with Lily," Sandra said through gritted teeth. "After all, she made things difficult for you before and got publicly humiliated. She's probably looking for revenge." "Well, the bodyguards said the footprints were fabricated. But how did these three parties get involved? Why are they all saying the sthing?" "Why not ask Ellison?" Sandra's curiosity got the best as she nudged Joycelyn, eager for sinside information.

"Don't bother him with this nonsense," Joycelyn replied, feeling the situation was too absurd to involve Ellison. Besides, it was all a messy tangle, and she didn't want to air the family's dirty laundry.

"Should I investigate this quietly?" Sandra asked, her face excitedly lit. She was eager to investigate even more deeply.

"I suspect these people must have something on each other. Otherwise, they wouldn't have formed such a united front. You can investigate. It's different with a sword in hand than without," Joycelyn said, suddenly curious.

"Got it!" Sandra said, clasping her hands together, beaming with excitement.

As soon as she stepped out, Sandra bumped into Ellison, who was coming back. Seeing Sandra grinning widely, it was clear she was up to something. "What's got you so happy?" he asked.

"It's nothing, nothing at all." Sandra quickly covered her grinning face and scampered off.

"What did she say to you this time?" Ellison asked, walking over with a stack of documents and casually placing them on the sofa. "We're getting ready to leave. I've asked William to replace the furniture and disinfect the villa. Let's go." "Alright," Joycelyn replied, immediately standing up and linking her arm with Ellison's. "Is it true that Lily's father can't save his leg? Is it that serious?" "Saving his life is already a blessing; keeping the leg is unlikely," Ellison said.

1/3 Chapter 258 "Oh, well..." Just hearing it made a cold sweat break out on Joycelyn's skin.

Ellison took her hand gently. "Don't worry, this won't happen again." As she looked at Ellison's cold, resolute profile, the chilling aura around him seemed to intensify, enveloping her. She tilted her head, meeting his intense gaze, and her heart raced in her chest. He was probably still shaken by what had happened earlier that morning. "Alright." She nodded softly in agreement.

As the couple descended from the upper floor, Joycelyn noticed four cars parked outside the villa, with nearly twenty security guards dressed in black standing beside them. The scene was reminiscent of a high-profile figure making a public appearance, akin to something from a movie.

"Isn't this a bit excessive?" Joycelyn murmured, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Your safety comes first," Ellison said firmly, showing no sign of finding it excessive.

When they arrived at the cemetery, numerous media outlets were broadcasting live interviews outside. A prestigious family gathering in full force to honor Jamir was already a sensational news event. What intrigued the reporters even more was the appearance of the Grant family's newly recognized bride.

Online analysts speculated that after being officially added to the Grant family's genealogy, Joycelyn would instantly becone of the wealthiest women in the world.

However, Ellison and Joycelyn were known for their secrecy and low profile, rarely publicly appearing. Not even a clear photograph of them existed on the internet. As a result, the media and onlookers flocked to the cemetery, hoping to catch a glimpse.

Seated in the car, Joycelyn observed the swarm of reporters lining the road from the foot of the mountain to the cemetery at the top, stretching for several miles.

"Thankfully, I brought sunglasses," she murmured, retrieving a large pair from her bag and slipping them onto her delicate face. The soft elegance in her features was instantly replaced with a touch of cool detachment and effortless confidence.

The car drove up to the mid-mountain section of the cemetery, where Joycelyn and Ellison stepped out and proceeded on foot. According to the family's hierarchical arrangement, the higher one stood, the more significant their status within the Grant family.

For such a grand occasion, Ellison made his entrance as the centerpiece, the final and most anticipated figure to arrive. The crowd's gazes toward him were filled with reverence and deference. However, when their eyes shifted to Joycelyn beside him, most of what remained was envy.

The night before, everyone had privately speculated about Joycelyn's background. She was an ordinary woman from a modest family, a low-level employee at Grant Group-so unremarkable that even her mother didn't favor her.

In their eyes, she was nothing more than a pretty face who had used her looks and figure to climb her way up. Being overshadowed by someone like her was a hard pill for anyone to swallow.

Joycelyn could naturally feel the piercing gazes along the way, each one like a needle against her back. However, with her sunglasses on and her expression taut, she exuded an air of cold indifference. Walking beside Ellison, her presence was anything but weak; she carried herself with undeniable poise and authority. Jamir's tomb was in the most auspicious spot in the cemetery, with Isolde and Harriet overseeing the ceremony. After Joycelyn and Ellisot had completed their offerings, Isolde stopped them. “Ellison,” she called, “an old fric I your grandpa's will be coming to pay respects shortly, which might take stime. Why don't you take Joycelyn and rest for a bit?" "Who is it?" Ellison asked in a low, steady voice.

"He's an old friend from abroad; you've never met him," Isolde replied in a lowered voice.

2/3 To Ma (CD) Chapter 248 "Got it Ellison replied before leading Joycelyn to the van to rest. "Let Luna prepare something for you to eat. Take a break for now, I'll do swork" "Alright, go ahead," Joycelyn said, sipping her drink while scrolling through the news updates on her phone.

When she opened the news, she saw many photos of her silhouette. The reporters must have been kiding on the opposite hillside, using long lenses to capture her from a distance. She thought, "The richest woman? "Am I the richest woman now? Is this for real?" Joycelyn muttered to herself, completely stunned. "Where's all the money? Where is it?" Ellison was reviewing the stock market trends when he heard Joycelyn's murmurs. He opened the document William had sent him and said, "It's here. Take your tand go through it.” Joycelyn took the phone, opened the document, and stared at the listed assets. She couldn't focus on eating anymore, so she sipped her juice and started counting.

After nearly two hours of counting, Joycelyn was interrupted by a call from Isolde, asking them to cover. Only then did she finally stop.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of m wealth. She was even kinder to Ellison, her smile growing sweeter. Ellison couldn't help but be amused by her money-obsessed expression, fighting back a chuckle.

Upon returning to the cemetery, Joycelyn noticed that most Grant family members had already left. In addition to Isolde and Luna, three unfamiliar figures stood in the distance at Jamir's tomb. Joycelyn's eyes suddenly widened as she saw the middle-aged man's profile. An inexplicable surge of emotion flooded her heart, leaving her momentarily unsettled.

The side profile reminded her so much of her father. If he were still alive at this age, he would likely have carried the scalm, humble demeanor shaped by years of life experience.

"Richard Schultz?" Ellison frowned as he recognized the man.

"Do you know him?" Joycelyn asked, her gaze shifting to Ellison.

"Yeah, he's the son of the world's richest man. I heard his father passed away recently, and now he's inherited the family fortune, becoming the new wealthiest. But he's of Droician." "Then... who is richer?" Joycelyn asked, her eyes gleaming behind the sunglasses as she looked at Ellison.

"I am," Ellison replied in a clear, steady voice.

"Well, you're younger, too," Joycelyn said sweetly, her words dripping with honeyed praise.

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