That old man had already prepared to do something about her private life. She didn’t expect him to be that devious.
“No,” Greg replied.
Ivy was taken aback. “It was Anna Gomez,” Greg added.
The elevator was deafeningly quiet. Ivy’s expression grew colder as she mocked. “It appears she still doesn’t comprehend her circumstances and dares to cause issues, huh?”
“President Morgan meant to put them away after his comeback,” Greg halted, “but if you want to do it, I can have the stuff ready.”
They had the proof and only needed to turn it over to the appropriate agencies, after which Anna Gomez would probably be dead.
People who passed by greeted Ivy warmly when the elevator door opened. She returned to her office after smiling and responding to each of them. She clenched her teeth. “Observe Anna’s most recent motions. I want her to develop a mentality.”
“She’s been getting close to several high-society ladies recently, and I heard she’s going to a little gathering tonight,” Greg informed.
Ivy cocked her brow. “Please send the address to me later. I want to join in on the fun,” she said and crept a sly smirk on her lips.
“Yes, ma’am,” Greg said, having learned of the gathering.
“You may leave if there is nothing else,” Ivy said, looking at him. “Please inform my brother that I will clean them up.”
“Noted, Miss Ivy.”
Ivy sat down and dialed Blaze, whose boisterous voice she recognized.
“Miss Ivy, have you decided to make your debut soon?”
Blaze was mocking her for her recent dominance in media headlines. Ivy scratched her brow. “Stop it. It’s entirely my brother’s fault.”
“Your brother cares about you,” he laughed. “I noticed that Mr. Reed appeared in a few of these photographs. Sebastian’s only goal, I believe, is to irritate Wyatt Reed.”
Why would Wyatt Reed be upset if he saw me with another man? Ivy wondered.
“I don’t want to be in the same frame as him,” she responded after a bit of pause, “Thank you, Mr. Blaze,” she said.
“Miss Ivy, don’t be too courteous to me. I’m at your disposal.” Blaze grinned. He was Ivy’s subordinate, so he had no choice but to suck up to her.
Ivy stared over the address Greg had texted on her phone after hanging up. It seemed very familiar. It was a country club in the vicinity of Snitch Tales Bar.
And Ivy happened to be a member there.
REED CORPORATION.
Wyatt stood in front of the President’s Office’s floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the traffic below. His irritated mood eventually subsided.
In hindsight, what could be done in such a short period between the airport and Ivy’s apartment? He only saw Sebastian at Ivy’s place and presumed they were having an affair… Could it be a misunderstanding?
This topic, though, was still trending on the internet. Some criticized Ivy for sleeping around and flirting with Sebastian so soon after her divorce. Some thought that they were having an affair before Ivy’s divorce.
Sebastian’s fans were split into two groups as well. One side supported Sebastian’ right to love and complimented him for having the bravery to declare his love and happiness to everyone. The opposing side opposed Sebastian’s connection with Ivy since Ivy was a divorcee and hence unworthy of their idol.
Some claimed Ivy was a nympho who had been sleeping around even after she married Wyatt Reed. She just divorced Wyatt in return for some sort of secrecy in exchange for her haven.
Those rumors, expos?s, and insider information were all made up.
Wyatt laughed exaggeratedly. Insider knowledge? Is it fair to reveal insider information to the rest of the world if it exists?
Ken, Wyatt’s assistant, knocked on the door at that very time. “President, a document needs your signature.”
“Repress the excitement on the internet linked to yesterday’s events at the airport,” Wyatt said, his eyes stern and deep. After a brief pause, he added, “I don’t want individuals searching into the dirt for fear of implicating themselves and dragging down our shared values.”
Ken was taken aback at first, but he immediately answered. “Yes, Sir. I’ll take care of it.”
After a while, Ken knocked on the door again and whispered nervously, “President, the online buzz has died down, and the articles about Miss Ivy have been removed.”
Wyatt was taken aback. That fast?
“I haven’t had time to contact the appropriate media and platforms. It appears that another party did it. It appears to be Glamour Entertainment, under Blaze’s directives.”
Ken cast a glance toward his boss. Wyatt’s eyes were chilly, but he didn’t say anything. Also, Ken did not dare to speak and even breathed very cautiously.
Someone had moved ahead of them. Despite the results being the same, his supervisor did not appear to be pleased.
“Get out,” Wyatt growled, his teeth strained.
The sky eventually turned a dark blue color. The dark atmosphere combined with the evening chill was unsettling.
Ivy saw it was getting close to time, so she headed to her office’s dressing room, where she kept the latest collections of her favorite brands on hand. She changed into a decent knee-length limited luxury dress, then matched it with a limited-edition clutch and stunning stilettos.
No one recognized Ivy when she arrived at the clubhouse. Everyone was simply catching up with folks they knew well. This meeting had no theme and appeared to be merely for these high-society ladies to spend time.
She took a platter of hors d’oeuvres and slowly ate it. She sat in a corner, taking in her surroundings. Anna Gomez is nowhere to be found. Is she going to be late?
“Ivy?” The person in front of her was taken aback.
Ivy cocked her brow. “What brings you here?”
“We were born to be together! It is destiny that has led us here at this time.” Simon uttered with a smile on his face.
Ivy cast him a sidelong glance. “Can you please be serious? For a change?”
“My mother requested some pastries from the clubhouse and sent me out to get them,” he explained, sighed helplessly, and shrugged his shoulders.
Ivy grinned and thought to herself, Mrs. Albert is a foodie.
“And how about you?”
“I, umm… I just came here to have some fun, but the fun didn’t show up.” Ivy cracked a grin. She rose after checking the time, but Simon grabbed her wrist.
“What are you going to do?”
Ivy stared at him, helpless. “I’m going to use the restroom. Then I’ll leave in a minute.”
Simon let go of her hand, not wanting to miss out on such a wonderful opportunity to spend time with Ivy. “I’ll wait for you and then send you home.”
“I came here by car.”
“Then you’re welcome to take me home!”
The corridor was relatively quiet after leaving the dining area. There were a lot of individuals conversing there. Someone mentioned Ivy’s name as she walked around the corner.
“Wyatt Reed’s ex-wife is no ordinary lady. I heard she cheated on him before the divorce and pretended to be completely innocent to win sympathy from the other party.”
“In truth, the Reeds are simply uninterested in dealing with her. How else could she have lived so calmly up until now?”
“Young Lady Reed is a friend of mine, and I’ve heard a little about their wedding. Ivy does not appear to have a degree or a family background. She had only been a housewife for three years before becoming the Vice President of Morgan Corporation following her divorce. Anna Gomez was even coerced out.”
“Anna is such a wretch. She worked so hard to get to where she is now and become the strong independent lady everyone admires, but that mistress just took her place… I’ve heard that Anna has taken up Ivy’s present tasks.”
“Ivy is very brazen! How can such a woman be so desired? I heard she had a romantic relationship with Cooper Morgan, who even purchased her a house and a car. I’m curious what Cooper Morgan would do if he sees her photos with Sebastian… Do you believe he’ll go insane?”
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