Chapter 882 882: Intruder



Joseph pulled her closer. She hadn't thought Joseph would hold her in his bosom in public. He just put a wisp of hair behind her ear. His behavior was so natural.

"Okay, do not be angry. Enjoy your meal and call me after finishing your task. Let's go back home together." He released her.

Irish's heart beat quickly again, and she just nodded lightly.

Joseph looked at her. He couldn't help massaging her head. Then, as he was to go, Irish remembered Cassie's words, and she thought about Becky and pulled his arms.

He stopped and turned to look at Irish, who approached him and asked by her, lowering her voice, "Do you know something about Becky?" 

Joseph just looked at her. He didn't speak.

She raised her eyes and looked at him while he smiled lightly, caressing and patting her head. "Do not focus on the rumors outside. Now you are Mrs. Dover, so you should focus on me. Okay?"

Irish didn't know whether it was an answer or not, so she just nodded.

Joseph glanced at her and returned to his seat, discussing the work with his employees. 

As Irish sat back idly, Cassie said, "Am I correct?"

Irish didn't reply.

According to Joseph's attitude and answer just now, it might have something to do with him.

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At noon, the rumors about Becky became severe.

Irish was suddenly involved, so she just took a few minutes to view the news and comments. Now she has become an influencer who might be more famous than Becky.

Someone drew the diagram picturing the relationship between her and Becky, and the key character was Joseph. 

Irish felt peaceful as she saw the comments supporting or dissing her. Before, she was annoyed by all sorts of comments and attacks against her, but today she didn't care about it, though the comments were still disgusting.

Maybe it was because she had a sense of security.

It was Joseph who gave her a sense of security after they got married.

Someone called.

Irish picked it up without any hesitation.

She hadn't thought that it was a reporter.

As she was still in a daze, the reporter introduced herself and asked her what she thought of Becky's damaging her wedding dress.

Reporters took every opportunity to find out more attractive gossip. She was accustomed to it, but she was not an actress. She couldn't just be calm, so she just answered, "I don't need to answer this question."

"Irish, at that time, Becky had an intimate relationship with Joseph, your husband. You must have known it, right?" However, the reporter didn't give up asking, "What's more, Becky complimented Joseph many times, praising that he was the most charming guy for her."

Irish heard about it. Becky was like Britney.

Irish frowned, feeling unhappy. "If Becky has delusional disorder, again, please find me for treatment." And then she hung up.

As the phone rang again, she just shut it down.

An hour later, more comments were firing online. Irish's answer hit the headline, mocking Becky's own feelings.

Irish felt the scary power of the internet, so she just closed her computer and went to the Linkus Research Institute.

As she went to the Linkus, Christy gave many files of clients to her. She looked them through individually, ordered a meeting time, and then took out some files.

Christy left the office to arrange a meeting time with every client.

As Irish was still busy with work, the door opened. The intruder didn't knock at the door, which made Irish wrongly think she was Christy, so Irish just asked without raising her head, "Where is the mobile HDD?"

Nobody answered her.

Irish felt strange, so she just raised her head, feeling surprised.

It was Becky.

An uninvited guest would show up sometimes.

"Have you made an appointment?" Irish asked in a not good or bad way. 

Standing before her desk, Becky just put her sunglasses into her newest Hermes bag. She stared at Irish, questioning, "Why did you just say that way?"

Irish has no time for her. She had a lot of work to do, so she just frowned, and her voice was a bit annoyed, "Please go out."

Becky was angry, gritting her teeth, "Irish, you are just a bitch by relying on someone. How dare you criticize me?" 

Irish stopped and stared at her coldly, "Becky, mind your attitude."

"Are you afraid to get scolded?" Becky didn't stop, "Everyone knows you were Joseph's sister-in-law before. To grab him, you made a show by crashing his car and disclosing some close pictures with him. Now, you pretend to be a good girl?"

Irish closed her notebook and leaned against the chair, replying politely, "Yes, I am pretending to be a good girl. Is there anything wrong with that? Compared with you, who has been just played and neglected later, I am good enough for him, and perhaps Joseph found me more attractive than you."

"Son of bitch!" Becky was completely annoyed. She just took up the glass before her and poured it all onto Irish's face.

Irish's hair was wet. The water dripped off along the long hair. She was all in a fluster but still glared at Becky with her harsh eyes. Becky put aside the glass and snorted, "Do you really think Joseph will be loyal to you? Don't be so naïve. There are so many women around him, and men are always fickle in love. Britney was his favorite woman before, but now it is just a past story."

It was not a big case for Irish to be splashed since others attacked her with eggs as well as rotten vegetable leaves before. But what was different was that Joseph protected those attacks with his body last time while he didn't stay with her this time. It was a good chance for Irish to figure out what kind of woman Becky was.

Taking over a tissue, Irish wiped her face and then said coldly, "Becky, I am afraid that you are possessed."

Staring at Irish, Becky replied harshly, "Irish, you really make me feel sick. As a psychologist, you lost your professional ethics."

"Yes, I admit that. But I am wondering if you are familiar with professional ethics." Throwing the tissue into the trash can, Irish continued. "You are just a nobody, but you keep bribing the production producer to get to know some celebrities. It seems you are really devoted to working. 

Moreover, you even cooperated with Britney to spread rumors to humiliate me. Oh, you just mentioned the story between my husband and Britney. Joseph told me the whole story a long time ago. To be frank, even if you become my husband's mistress, I will not be sad about it because you are just an entertainment woman for my husband if this happens someday. Do you think he will fall in love with a woman like you?"