Wyatt’s clenched his fist and pulled the waiter who talked about his ex-wife earlier. His eyes were dark and cold when he glared at the waiter. “Which room is Ivy in?” he asked.
“Mr. … Reed?” The private club is not for wealthy or elite people; meeting and knowing people is the most basic training, the waiter then recognized Wyatt Reed at a glance, and his face is scary.
“Speak!” Angered lingered in Wyatt’s eyes as he tightened his grip on the waiter’s uniform.
The waiter trembled in fear. “In… room 038.” Wyatt’s aura is scary, and the waiter values his life, and he can’t lie to this powerful man. Wyatt is way too powerful than that, Zayne Dy.
Wyatt let go of the waiter and left.
INSIDE the room. Zayne Dy smiled obscenely and disgustingly and reached out to touch Ivy’s hand on the table. However, Ivy pulled it away, picked up the wine glass, and gently shook it.
The old man took a half-used car key from his bag and threw it on the table. “Miss Ivy, this car key belongs to you,” he said.
Ivy stared at the car key for a moment and suddenly smiled, but a chill lingered on her lips. “Anna Gomez took gifts more than me, right?”
Zayne Dy looked at her greasily. “With Miss Ivy’s appearance, Anna Gomez is better than you, and when this cooperation is completed, bigger surprises are waiting for you.”
Ivy grinned. She was really expecting this situation. She’s not dumbed not to know about Anna’s schemes.
Zayne, the old man, raised his glass. “Let’s have a drink and celebrate,” he said.
Suddenly, Ivy dodged her mobile phone that was on the table, and it fell on the floor; Zayne then bent down to pick it up. Ivy raised the wine glass with her hand and smiled.
Zayne Dy’s eager gaze darted to Ivy, and he then waited for her to drink from her glass. He watched how Ivy’s lips touched the glass, seems deliberately hesitated for a moment, but then she drank into it, making the corners of her lips soaked with red wine, tossing it all at once.
Zayne smiled satisfactorily. He stared at Ivy’s style and beauty after drinking. He walked over and put the Audi car keys in her hand. “As long as this thing is done, I will send you a new Audi,” he coaxed.
Ivy’s face darkened, and she was about to speak when suddenly, Zayne Dy fell on the ground as he was kicked by the person that Ivy didn’t expect to see.
“There is a medicine in the wine. You have already drunk it?”
The slender and tall figure standing in front of her, those perfect and Greek god-like features that he had, was the man Ivy had been fascinated with for three years-Wyatt Reed.
At first glance, Ivy had a momentary hesitation but soon regained her composure.
How could he be here?
What a coincidence!
“Mr. Reed?” Zayne Dy stood up in a panic, and his body was trembling with humility.
Wyatt’s face was gloomy, and he stared at Zayne Dy, wearing his deadly glares. “Do you have any death wishes? If so,” he moved forward, “I will fulfill it,” he added and gritted his teeth.
At this moment, the nameless anger suddenly erupted from Wyatt’s chest, and his eyes were cold and intimidating.
He was about to throw a punch and teach this Zayne Dy a lesson when a figure suddenly appeared behind him, kicking Zayne Dy, who stood up, to the ground again and then started to throw a series of punches at Zayne’s face, his body-trying to break the old man’s bones.
“Simon!” Ivy shouted to stop the man.
Simon threw one last punch and got up. He turned to Ivy. “I went to your company, and your assistant told me that you came here. And I’m surprised to see this shit!” he said and kicked Zayne, who tried to get up from the floor.
Simon walked over casually, ignoring Wyatt’s presence, and handed over the flower that he put down on the table near the door. “For you,” he said and smiled.
Ivy arched her brow and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She sighed; although her plan was disrupted, the things she wanted to get had already been obtained, and it was not a failure or a loss for her at all.
Ivy reached for the flowers in the end. “Thank you, but forget about this next time. And if you continue to fight, you might kill him, and I don’t want to get into trouble,” she said.
Simon nodded. “Of course, I will obey you, my Queen,” he said, “I will spare his life this time-“
“Simon.”
Simon smiled. “Sure thing. I will not do it again,” he said like a tame pet.
Zayne Dy, at this moment, glanced at the people in front of him in fear. Wyatt Reed was here, and so was Simon Albert. And if he fights, he will surely lose.
Soon after that, he heard that they spared his life. The old man forced himself to flee in a daze and panic. However, before he could walk out, a hard thing was thrown at his head, and it was the car key. He stared at it when it fell on the floor.
“Take it away. And don’t you try to bribe my girlfriend,” Simon sneered coldly.
Zayne’s eyes widened, and he nodded swiftly. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” he said and hurried out.
Ivy arched her brown and slammed Simon’s shoulder. “Don’t talk nonsense. And I am not your girlfriend. You’re gross.”
Suddenly, Ivy’s gaze landed on Wyatt, and when their gazes met, Wyatt pierced his deep and cold eyes on her.
“Why are you here, Mr. Reed?” Ivy asked.
“Yeah, I’m also curious. Why are you here, huh, Reed?” Simon clearly looked at him with scrutiny.
“Ivy, don’t you know that there is something wrong with the wine? And how could you attend this private foul dinner? Is this the life that you want?” Wyatt asked simultaneously. The irony in his words is pretty apparent.
Is this what Ivy really wants after their divorce?
He doesn’t know why, but the anger in his chest couldn’t help but burst out at that moment. And that Simon even called her his girlfriend, and what’s with the flowers?
Ivy arched her brow and flashed a smile. It was really humiliating that she thought that Wyatt would be so kind as to help her, but what is he doing?
She glanced up at him, and she was wearing delicate light makeup making her eyes look bright and sharp. She let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Reed, but I switched my glass with that old man before I drink it. But what life do I want?” she walked closer to him, “you have no right to talk or comment about it. I don’t need your opinion.”
And just about she was about to leave, Wyatt grabbed her arm and looked at her coldly. “What do you mean? You didn’t answer my question.”
Ivy ticked the corner of her lips. “Some words are not meant to be spoken out, Wyatt. As I said, you don’t have a damn place in my life for you to teach me. I am here for work, and it is better than being a maid all day in your family. And what do you think is the difference between your family and that Zayne Dy?”
Ivy sneered and pulled her arm out of Wyatt’s grip and never looked back again at him when she left the room.
Simon raised an eyebrow and immediately followed Ivy.
Wyatt stood there, his eyes were cold as frost, Ivy’s words were like a thorn that pierced into his heart, and he felt uncomfortable.
A maid? So, his family treated Ivy like their servant? And why didn’t she tell him? He should have helped her and talked with his family. She was his wife way back then. Of course, he will listen to her.
And it seems like there were so many things that he doesn’t know. Damn it! Why am I too stupid and numb?
As soon as Wyatt went out, he saw Zayne Dy, who was dragging that Anna Gomez at the door; his face was crimson, and his eyes were bloodshot. Anger and confusion can be seen through it.
It turned out that Ivy knew about their schemes and had prepared for them. He was surprised that Ivy could be like a woman full of wisdom and courage. He thought that she was just the girl who loves him so much, the kind and humble one.
Ivy couldn’t believe that Wyatt would ask her. In the past three years, she didn’t complain about her life with the Reeds. And a pang of pain stabbed her chest because, for the past three years of being together, the man seemed blind all along. Wyatt didn’t even know what kind of person she was.
She heaved a deep sigh, calmed herself, and looked past through the window while sitting in the passenger seat.
Wyatt should bury in his mind that he has nothing to do with her anymore!
Simon started to hum the song from his car’s stereo and glanced at her. “I saved you today. What can I get?” he asked.
“Do you want a gift or a wire transfer?” Ivy asked, but her gaze was still on the outside.
Simon smiled. “This is the first time that a woman will hit me with money-“
Ivy glared at Simon, making him stop talking, and his gaze got back on the road. “If you think that I’m into you, Simon. Dream on!”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.