The Billionaire’s Regret
Chapter 204 –

Ivy was momentarily stunned.

Lysander approached her as if he had come specifically for her. His smile was deliberately cultivated to have a curvature that resembled Wyatt's.

Every time Ivy looked at Lysander, she experienced an eerie sensation.

Wyatt would never smile so feignedly and courteously.

"It's a pleasure to see you, Ms. Morgan."

Ivy nodded in a composed manner.

Ivy did not wish to be the center of attention, as numerous people surrounded her.

Lysander hesitated for a moment before saying, "I wanted to apologize for the incident involving the hot topic back then. Actually, I asked a journalist friend to take that picture." Ivy's brows were raised. She has been aware of this for quite some time.

'Why did he bring this up?'

When Lysander saw that she was not surprised, his heart sank slightly, and he said stiffly, "I apologize for the trouble I've caused you."

Ivy curled her lips. "Mr. Lysander, you have tens of thousands of fans, so this topic should not be discussed lightly. Make sure it doesn't happen again."

She was also concerned that Lysander would deplete his energy too rapidly. That would be a waste of the company's planning and publicity costs!

No, that absolutely cannot happen.

He had to earn money for her every day for at least three months!

Lysander did not anticipate Ivy's response. He could not contain himself any longer, so he cautiously assessed her expression.

"Are you not angry?"

Ivy gave him a "kind" smile.

"I recognize where you're coming from. It is acceptable."

In any case, the higher his popularity, the greater his income.

His heavy heart immediately relaxed. He was initially concerned that Ivy would be angry upon discovering this, so he decided it would be best to inform her before conducting her investigation. He did not anticipate her to be so open and accepting. She was nothing like the unapproachable and icy Ivy Morgan portrayed in rumors!

He believed it was likely because his face resembled that person too closely.

Because of this, he received preferential treatment.

Lysander walked forward while smiling. Since he had recently been in contact with so many individuals in the entertainment industry, his smile was no longer as icy and distant. Now, he appeared more worldly and humble. According to the rumor he heard, Flint's career flourished after he became close to Ivy Morgan, and he could obtain any resources he desired simply by saying the word.

"Ms. Morgan, I am a newcomer to this group. I'm still unfamiliar. I will need your counsel and direction in the future."

The implication was that he desired Ivy to support him.

Even if it were only because of his appearance, he would be willing to substitute!

"Don't worry," Ivy stated emphatically.

Lysander's smile deepened. Did Ivy agree to keep him?

There were numerous people present, so he was compelled to inform everyone.

He attempted to grasp her hand, but Ivy immediately retreated before he could make contact. Her eyes were guarded and icy. "Keep your distance from me."

Lysander stiffened.

Ivy turned to walk away, but she reversed course and walked toward him within less than two steps.

It was Wyatt Reed who appeared behind her!

Lysander froze in place for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

Ivy held Lysander's arm without expression, but her voice was soft.

"Follow me, Mr. Lysander. I will not mistreat you."

Suddenly, at that moment, Ivy felt like filth!

Lysander was both thrilled and frightened. Internally struggling, he was unable to move his legs.

The formidable aura of the man standing behind him could not be ignored.

He felt as if he were on the verge of death and could not breathe!

"Let go!"

The voice of the man behind him was extremely frigid. It was even chillier than the bottomless abyss, and the threat appeared to have infiltrated his lungs.

Lysander was well aware that the best course of action at the moment was to listen to Ivy. It had not been simple for him to join forces with a wealthy woman, so he could not simply abandon her!

His body, however, refused to listen to him.

As soon as Lysander heard those two words, he took two steps backward. He fled the scene thereafter.

That velocity, that reflex... Even Ivy could not help but be amazed by the speed.

The casually spoken word acted as an invisible pressure on Lysander's head, preventing him from responding.

Lysander had the intelligence to cease his resistance and fled quickly with a pale face. He could return to Ivy in the future, but he could not offend Wyatt Reed!

Ivy did not care about Lysander's departure. She did not expect a coward like him to have so much backbone, nor did she anticipate him to run so quickly. She casually flipped her hair and turned to look at Wyatt without expression. "You frightened away my man, Mr. Reed. You're quite competent, aren't you?"

Wyatt's eyes were deep and dark, and they concealed an inner emotion.

Ivy could not determine what it was, nor did she wish to replace out.

However, she observed the reddening of his eye corners.

His lips were also pale and sickly, which made him appear slightly less robust than usual.

"I will make amends with you." His voice was raspy and low.

Wyatt approached and towered over her.

She was able to discern the dense sorrow brewing in his crimson eyes.

"By offering myself to you, I can make amends."

Ivy was willing to accept the impersonator.

Why did she refuse to accept him?

Wyatt was so disgusted by the double's pathetic attempts to associate himself with her that he wanted to kick Lysander away.

However, he could not help but wonder if Ivy would tolerate a double who closely resembled him.

Indeed, she was.

She could accept someone who resembled him. She could taunt and joke around as long as it wasn't him.

Wyatt had the sudden realization that he was so pitiful!

He was overcome by despair and engulfed in darkness. He could only observe her radiance but never approached her.

This damned doppelganger even dared to approach her and gazed at her with lustful eyes.

Wyatt could no longer endure it.

Ivy uttered a soft sigh. When she looked at him, she had ice-cold eyes. "I simply cannot afford you." The pleasant voice lacked any sense of warmth.

Wyatt's face was tense as he desperately attempted to maintain emotional control.

However, he could not maintain his composure, which was eroding inch by inch.

Ivy continued to pierce his heart with knives. "You're a liar. Does it feel good to take advantage of me?"

She continued to advance.

Wyatt's expression froze, and his dim eyes appeared to yield finally.

"I'm sorry."

Ivy regarded him in silence.

Wyatt raised his eyes, which were filled with remorse and insatiable egoism. "When I returned from Sorrel Island, my leg was already healed, but I didn't tell you because I didn't want to lose the opportunity to be close to you. I do not desire my leg to recover. This would allow me to see you constantly."

Ivy muttered, "Huh..."