Chapter 120
Ivy''s face became stiff for a brief moment after Eva''s words fell.
Ivy then broke into fits ofughter. "What difference does it make to me whether Wyatt is willing or
not? It''s not as if I''m going toply."
''Where did Eva get her confidence? Why should I be concerned about my private life solely as a
result of Wyatt''s wishful thinking?! How confounded and absurd is that?!''
Eva was enraged upon hearing that.
"Within a few days, Don Reed will personally propose to your Morgan family a marriage alliance.
This marriage partnership will only benefit both families. Where else will youe across another
affluent familyparable to our Reed family?"
Eva already felt as if they had made a significant concession by reintegrating Ivy into their family.
Who gave Ivy the right to be a snob?
Ivy was a divorced woman, and regardless of her family background, any other gentry would be
suspicious.
Why was Ivy still selective at the time?
Given that Eva had already extended an olive branch to Ivy, Ivy should ept it.
Ivy''s smile began to fade and her eyes became cold. "I advise you not to make a fool of yourselves
bying to my door," she said, her voice clear and cold. " Even if I am forced to marry a random
stranger on the street, I will not marry your family! Do not disrespect me!"
Eva''s cheeks flushed with rage.
"Do you believe you are capable of making that choice?! Wyatt averted disaster! Without him, you
would have died long ago!"
“So what?” Ivy regarded her with indifference. "So, what if he does? You maye and see if I am
capable of making that decision for myself if you dare."
Ivy made her feelings known and was forthright about it.
"Also, no one has the authority to tell me how to conduct my private matters. I will not abandon any
of my thirteen suitors," she concluded sarcastically.
Would the Reed family be so forgiving as to tolerate this for the sake of a marriage alliance?
Ivy was suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude toward Windy and Agatha for throwing this party.
Ivy was powerless to intervene if they insisted oning to her door to make a fool of themselves,
having already said everything she could.
“Hmph! I was hesitant to ept you, Ivy, but Wyatt has been enchanted by you! He dispatched
Piper to who knows where and even stated that he had to be with you! To be sure, even if you kneel
and beg me, do not even consider entering our front door in the future!"
Eva''s body shook with rage.
Eva would never get along with Ivy, even if Wyatt married her.
Ivy''s lips were hooked. "That is fantastic! Please keep an eye on your son and inform him to stop
bothering me."
Ivy then turned around and returned to the other room.
Eva took several deep breaths before she was able to control her emotions remotely. As she
passed by Ivy''s private room, Eva took a photograph without hesitation.
Ivy sat with a group of young hunks and appeared to be very ambiguous.
Eva was pleased with this and forwarded the image to Wyatt. This time, Wyatt should be able to see
who Ivy was and whether she deserved his affection.
Agatha regarded Eva''s back with a slight frown.
She squeezed Ivy''s wrist and shifted her gaze to the outside. "That old hag appears to be secretly
filming us right now."
When a young actor next to Flint heard this, he immediately rose and shut the door.
Agatha returned the gesture with a grateful smile.
Ivy took a sip of wine and replied matter-of-factly, "I purposely left it open for her to film us."
Agatha looked at Ivy baffled, and Ivy quickly exined what had just urred.
Windy was so enraged that he desired to teach Eva a lesson, but Ivy eventually convinced him.
"They''re so conceited!"
Ivy arched her brows and shook her head.
“Yup.” Her phone lit up just as the words left her mouth. It was an unfamiliar number, and Ivy picked
it up subconsciously. “Who is this?”
“It’s me. "Where are you?" Wyatt''s cold, deep voice was audible. His maic, raspy voice carried
an undercurrent of suppressed rage.
''Wyatt Reed actually called to inquire as to my whereabouts?!'' Ivy thought. This was the first time
she had seen this number.
Ivy was not in a rush to hang up and mockinglyughed.
"Did Mrs. Reed not inform you of the location?"
It couldn''t be more self-evident. Eva most likely told Wyatt everything about Ivy and even added
additional frills solely to nder Ivy.
Ivy, on the other hand, was unconcerned.
There was silence on the other end of the line. Just as Ivy was about to hang up, she heard Wyatt''s
restrained voice, as if he was trying desperately to contain his emotions and calm himself.
"Don''t stay out toote, and drink less."
Ivy was taken aback for a moment when he said such words. All of the curse words she had
prepared could no longer be uttered. Her chest felt heavy and stuffy as if it were being pressed
against a boulder.
Ivy knitted her brows gently and replied in an unkind tone. "Who gives a damn?!!"
Following that, she hung up.
''This bitch''s son. Wyatt Reed is a man who never follows the rules!''
Agatha swirled her ss of wine and frowned slightly. "What kind of bullshit is Wyatt Reed up to? Is
he truly interested in reuniting with you?"
Windy pressed her lips together. "It''s difficult to say. Our Ivy''s worth has shifted dramatically, so
who is to say whether he is truly sincere or has a motive?"
Agatha considered it.
"With the Reed family''s wealth, he has no reason to scheme for the assets of others, right?
However, I believe that Wyatt..."
Windy shook her head and grabbed Ivy''s arm immediately.
"You must maintain your stance! You cannot make the same mistake twice! It makes no difference
what he desires. We are not going to want him!" Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
Ivy nodded appropriately and stated emphatically, "Of course!"
''I am not that dim-witted,'' Ivy thought.
Windy and Agatha coerced Ivy into drinking a lot.
Ivy felt as if her head were heaving and continued to nod off. Fortunately, Agatha remained
conscious and arranged for everyone to be transported home.
Only Xian and Flint remained, and neither consumed a drop of alcohol.
Agatha cradled an inebriated Windy and pointed to Ivy.
"I''ve contacted Sebastian, and he will arrive shortly. Take her to the entrance, you two."
Xian and Flint dulyplied. As they carefully led Ivy outside, one of them supported her and the
other held her purse.
When they reached the door, they were greeted by an unfamiliar chill and a deep voice emanating
from the right side of the lobby, near the club''s entrance. “Let go.”
Xian came to a halt in his stride when he noticed Wyatt approaching from the side. His face shifted.
''I''m curious as to how long he''s been here.''
Wyatt had arrived within a few strides of them. He looked at the drunken and dazed Ivy in Xian''s
arms and felt his chest churn with powerful emotions. Instantaneously, his face became hostile, and
his eyes became pitch-ck.
Xian, who was still a new model in Agatha''spany, had yet to establish a solid foothold in the
industry, and thus was unable to fight Wyatt.
Regardless of how adamant Xian was about not giving up the woman in his arms, he was forced to
relinquish control.
Xian was apprehensive. His face was simrly rigid and icy.
"Ms. Morgan''s brother, Mr. Reed, will be here shortly."
As a result, he could not simply let Wyatt Reed take Ivy.
“I told you to let go.” Wyatt''s voice was icy as if he didn''t want to speak another word.
With overwhelming authority, his cold gaze swept over Xian''s face.
The gulf between these two men was self-evident with a single nce and no words.
They were opposites.
Xian''s face was slightly contorted.
Flint, who was standing on the side, took a step forward.
"Xian, help Ms. Morgan in reaching the sofa." He pointed to the sofa in the lounge adjacent to the
lobby.
Xian took a brief pause. He was about to cross when he felt a strong breeze. Suddenly, his arms felt
empty, and a powerful force violently pushed him away. He came dangerously close to falling and
stumbled back, his face pale and terrified.