Chapter 62


    “OK, then, can you change it back for me? It’s difficult for me to hear Simba refer to that guy


    as Papa, especially given our uneasy rtionship.” Ivy shook her head nkly, distraught.


    Shaira fiddled with her entwined fingers, unsure what to say.


    “Does it seem impossible to change? Because people designed it, shouldn’t it be able to change it?”


    “No, it’s only that the little traitor’s perception of Wyatt Reed’s aesthetic appeal has achieved a


    certain level, so if you want to change it, we have to modify his deep impression of that person and


    find someone to rece Wyatt Reed’s existence.”


    For a brief while, there was silence in the air. They were both quiet.


    Shaira felt terrible about it. She even wished she hadn’t made the tiny traitor so passionate.


    Ivy was visibly disturbed and silent.


    Shaira gave a slight cough and said, “How about we alter it to Sebastian?”


    Ivy was perplexed. Why him?


    “Look, the inte is full of photographs and rumors about you two,” Shaira added, pulling out her


    phone. “Everyone is looking forward to your official announcement. His appearance is also


    comparable to Wyatt Reed’s. Uhm, what are your thoughts?”


    Ivy trembled at the prospect of Simba referring to her third brother as Papa. She declined with a firm


    shake of her head. “Not at all!”


    However, who else couldpete with Wyatt Reed’s looks?


    For a while, the two females deliberated. Ivy proposed, “Is it possible to make Simba despise Wyatt


    Reed? Simba, on the other hand, can like anyone but himself.”


    All Ivy wanted was for Simba not to like Wyatt Reed!


    Shaira pondered this with her hand on her chin. “It isn’t impossible... I can ce various barriers in


    its clever thinking.”


    Ivy cracked a grin. “That’s fantastic! Let’s get started. I’ll bring Simba over here.”


    “No, I can just use theputer,” Shaira says.


    Shaira drew aptop from her purse the next second. Ivy couldn’t tell where theptop came from


    because there was no logo on it, but it appeared different from otherptops on the market. Ivy alsoUpstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    remembered her second brother having the sameptop.


    Shaira excitedly pped her hands after a few taps on the keyboard. “All right, it’s finished!”


    “That simple?” Ivy inquired. She doesn’t need to disassemble or rewire anything? She thought.


    Shaira gave the nod. “Because it’s a robot, don’t treat it like a real tiger. By the way, to avoid


    provoking societal disturbance, I rmend not exposing the small traitor to the public,” she


    suggested.


    This endearing scientist was usually wise. Shaira cheerfully took up her phone once more. “I’m


    going to tell Ryan about it as well!”


    Ivy couldn’t say anything.


    After a while… Ivy couldn’t ignore Greg’s dozen missed calls any longer and drove to the office.


    Greg was already waiting to greet Ivy when she stepped out of the car.


    “Do you need our public rtions team to intervene in the scandal involving you and Sebastian,


    Miss Ivy?”


    Ivy looked up the rumors on the inte. Everything was stated to her, but she didn’t care. After


    some consideration, it was determined that if these rumors became out of control, they could have


    an impact on thepany.


    “I’ll contact ze. The corporation is not required to intervene,” she replied.


    “Of course, ma’am.” Greg let out a sigh of relief.


    It was also unusual for Greg to pause.


    Ivy fixed her gaze on him. “Let’s get to the point.”


    Greg pressed his lips together and finally replied, “Some rumors have been spreading around the


    office in thest few days that are flowing rapidly internally, some difficult to hear.”


    “About me? What did they have to say?”


    Ivy realized right away that the chatter had to be about her. Greg would not look like this otherwise.


    “They im you were expelled out of the Reed family for having affairs with Simon Albert and


    President Morgan, as well as hooking up with other men.”


    Ivy exasperatedlyughed. “Did thate from Don Reed?”


    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’tprehend her circumstances and dares to cause issues, huh?”


    “President Morgan meant to put them away after hiseback,” 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-societydies recently, and I heard she’s going to a little


    gathering tonight,” Greg informed.


    Ivy cocked her brow. “Please send the address to meter. 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 ze, whose boisterous voice she recognized.


    “Miss Ivy, have you decided to make your debut soon?”


    ze 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,” heughed. “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.


    ze,” she said.


    “Miss Ivy, don’t be too courteous to me. I’m at your disposal.” ze 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 ss, 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 ce and presumed they were having an affair... Could it be a


    misunderstanding?


    This topic, though, was still trending on the inte. 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 dere 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 imed 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, exposés, and insider information were all made up.


    Wyattughed 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 inte 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 tforms. It appears that another party did


    it. It appears to be mour Entertainment, under ze’s directives.”


    Ken cast a nce 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.