Chapter 119


    Neon Club was a swanky private nightclub in New York City. Ivy had just left a meeting with Greg


    and proceeded directly to the club. When she arrived, she was escorted to Room 2222 by


    someone.


    She pushed the door open and witnessed Windy and Agatha''s private party. Other familiar faces


    were present, as well as a slew of other models and young actors from the entertainment industry.


    Essentially, they were all male. Flint and Xian were also in attendance. When they saw Ivy, they all


    rose to their feet to greet her one by one.


    Ivy smiled and considered how lively it was.


    Windy drew Ivy aside and whispered into her ear, "This is a stud buffet! We prepared this


    specifically for you, so please do not be polite to us. Simply take whomever you wish."


    Ivy''s body became rigid. She cast a suspicious nce at Windy.


    "What are you two conspiring?"


    "You literally returned from the pit of hell! Therefore, you must have some fun! I''m sure you were


    scarred by whatever heinous things you witnessed while on the ind. You now have the


    opportunity to feast your eyes on these handsome men. To be honest, you could always just join


    them for a drink."


    Ivy was speechless as she met Windy''s gaze. Although Windy''s manner was a little zealous, Ivy


    appreciated her good intentions.


    "Thank you, girl," she chuckled.


    Windy rolled her eyes but eventually smiled. “You’re wee, bitch! Indeed, Agatha and I


    anticipated that you would enjoy this!"


    Ivy was rendered speechless once more.


    ''Do I have the right kind of friends?''


    Suddenly, her phone began to glow. Vince inquired as to her whereabouts. She considered it and


    texted him her location.


    "You''re not opposed to another person joining us for a while, are you?"


    Windy shook her head, indifferently waving her hand. "As long as it''s a man, we don''t care how


    many there are!"


    Ivy''s lips twitched. “Okay.” She demanded excessively.


    Because everyone was from show business, they got along well on the surface.


    Everyone ate and drank freely and then let loose. They cracked harmless jokes, sang, and engaged


    in some lighthearted y.


    Vince arrived in less than twenty minutes. He appeared quite anxious and depressed. As soon as


    Vince entered, he made his way over to Ivy.


    "Ivy, you''re going to have to help me this time."


    Vince was enraged at Wyatt, who was far too imcable.


    Wyatt desired to push him against the wall and even convinced everyone that it was in Vince''s best


    interests! As a result, Vince was unable to ept defeat so easily.


    "What is the matter?" Ivy cast a careless nce his way.


    Vince''s voice was somewhat hoarse and distressed. "My uncle has rendered my studio bankrupt.


    I''m even in massive debt at the moment. He asked me to work for him, and I''m not sure I can


    handle it."


    Ivy came to a halt and looked at Vince''s disheveled and sad expression. She recalled the young


    man on the ind who was so wild, crazy, fearless, and easy-going.


    How did he be imprisoned in a corporate cage?


    Ivy chuckled and sipped from her ss of wine.


    She then removed a credit card from her purse. "Is $100 million sufficient?"


    This was the sum Wyatt agreed to pay her for the painting. Vince came to a halt and was stunned


    for a brief moment.


    He raised his eyes to her in disbelief.


    Ivy smiled warmly and innocently, without a trace of contempt orplexity in her expression.


    "Didn''t I already inform you that I''m loaded? Taking care of your financial needs is truly not a


    problem for me. Because that is your career and dream, and you intend to pursue it, I will support


    you!"


    Vince remained silent for a brief moment. He had not anticipated this from Ivy. He came here solely


    to allow Ivy to call Wyatt and plead for mercy, or to persuade her to me Wyatt for this.


    Vince most emphatically did not anticipate her respect for and support of his career and dreams. He


    muttered and pursed his lips. “Ivy… You are the greatest!"


    “Save it. We''re close friends, and this money is nothing," Ivy raised her hand. " You are wee to


    spend it all!"


    Vince took the card and gave her a thoughtful look. "Ivy, I never imagined meeting a woman who


    could speak to my heart. Rest assured, my heart will remain vignt from now on... Additionally, my


    person is entirely yours!"


    "That is unnecessary."


    Ivy gave Vince an unflinching look. She had no use for his person or heart and thus did not desire


    them.


    Furthermore, Vince''s professed deep affection was solely for her money, so Ivy faced little


    psychological strain.


    Vince took this money without further ado and used it to extinguish the fire that was figuratively


    consuming his dreams.


    Agatha and Windy, who had overheard their earlier conversation, could not contain theirughter.


    "Girl, spoken like a true rich bitch," Windy patted Ivy''s shoulder.


    Ivy flipped her hair in the opposite direction. "I am a wealthy heiress!"


    The music was deafening.


    Everyone was having a good time minding their own business and never considered prying into one


    another''s affairs.


    Ivy had consumed a little too much alcohol and was feeling a little lighthearted, so she desired to


    wash her face and get some fresh air to rehydrate.


    However, she collided with someone when she opened the door to the private room.


    The woman let out a sharp sob as if she had been soiled by dirty water. Her tone was


    contemptuous.


    "Are you deaf?! Are you able to afford these garments? Why don''t you just reincarnate as..."


    Ivy''s tipsiness dissipated upon hearing a somewhat familiar voice, and she instantly regained her


    Windy was in the room and urged her jokingly. "Return quickly, Ivy! Your thirteen suitors are


    awaiting your arrival!"


    Ivy couldn''t stop herself fromughing.


    Eva called out to her as she waved her hand and was about to leave.


    “Wait!”


    Ivy came to a halt.


    “Yes?”


    Eva drew a long face and regarded her with disdain. "Ivy, allow me to speak."


    "What do you want to discuss?" Ivy did not believe they had anything to discuss.


    "I invite you to apany me." Eva''s face was flushed as she turned to enter a nearby private


    room. She appeared to be determined.


    ''How audacious!'' Ivy considered walking away, but she was also intrigued by what Eva might say to


    her.


    Ivy followed Eva into the room after some deliberation.


    Eva sat on the sofa, her smug sense of superiority indicating her contempt for this environment.


    She was incredibly annoying.


    On the other hand, Ivy made noment because she could not be bothered.


    "Mrs. Reed, I''m short on time, so you''d better keep it brief."


    Ivy examined her watch and determined that she could spare five minutes for Eva.


    Eva''s face appeared slightly contorted. She then spoke forcefully. "Ivy, given Wyatt''s willingness to


    reconcile with you, I believe it is time for you to take part in your private matters."This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.