Chapter 2000


    Chapter 2000


    After unsessful attempts to reach her daughter, Tessa racked her brain and remembered a


    ssmate Ivy used to mention from time to time.


    Ivy was always a bit of a loner, and in all the years Tessa had known her, she couldn’t recall her ever


    bringing home any friends.


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    There was, however, this one ssmate Ivy had mentioned a few times, someone Tessa suspected


    might have actually been close to her daughter.


    Hurrying to Ivy’s room, which was left in a bit of a mess since Ivy had dashed off in a hurry, Tessa


    rummaged through her belongings and found an old yearbook hidden beneath a locker.


    Ivy had only gotten her first cell phone after college graduation, so Tessa was certain all her old


    contacts would be scribbled in that yearbook.


    It took a while, but Tessa finally found the ssmate’s number and dialed, “Hello?”


    The response on the other end was a mix of confusion and surprise, “Who is this?”


    I’m Ivy’s mother. I was wondering if she is with you. If so, can you put her on the phone?” Tessa’s tone


    was more of a demand than a request.


    Back in college, this ssmate knew all about how poorly Ivy’s mother treated her, often siding with her


    half–sister to bully her. The ssmate’s tone chilled immediately, “Sorry, she’s not with me.”


    That’s impossible! You’re her only friend. If she’s not with you, then who is she with?”


    The ssmate, now realizing Ivy had left the Dunhill family homestead, felt a wave of empathy for Ivy,


    thus getting a sicker feeling for Tessa, “You can’t even take care of your own daughter and now you’re


    asking me? If I were Ivy, I wouldn’t acknowledge you as my mother either!”


    With that, the ssmate hung up the phone and promptly blocked Tessa’s number.


    Still worried about Ivy, the ssmate sent her a quick text: [Your mom called me. She seems to be


    looking for you.]


    Reading the message and recalling the call from Tessa, Ivy sensed something was off.


    Whatever, Tessa was plotting, Ivy knew it couldn’t be anything good.


    Frustrated by the dead end with Ivy’s ssmate, Tessa was at her wits‘ end.


    After a long thought, she remembered a piece of news she had seen online. She pulled out her


    smartphone, searching for a photo, but all she could find was a statement from “the Harris Group.”


    If Ivy was connected to thispany, perhaps they would know where she was.


    Following the address on her GPS, Tessa found “the Harris Group” headquarters, an imposing and


    upscale building that took her breath away, “Wow, that girl has really made some connections, huh?


    Look at this ce, it’s enormous!” She eximed.


    After marveling at the building, Tessa couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride.


    After all, Ivy was her daughter, and if she was involved with some high rollers, eventually she should be


    contributing to her own retirement fund, right? Strutting into the lobby, Tessa approached the


    receptionist with an air of entitlement, “Where’s the CEO? I need to speak with him.”


    The receptionist, who had been with “the Harris Group” for years and seen all kinds of folks, barely


    nced up, “Do you have an appointment?”


    ‘An appointment? Why would I need one?” Tessa was already imagining herself as the mother-inw


    to thepany’s CEO, not giving a second thought to the receptionist as she turned and marched


    towards the executive offices.