The Billionaire’s Regret
Chapter 33 –

Ivy could hear the pleasant and calming sound of music inside the car, which was like a cool trickle of water to her ears. Serenade was her favorite violin piece.

Ivy was finally at ease at this point. She yanked at the hem of her garment as if contemplating something.Cooper cast a sidelong glance toward his sister. "Is Simon Albert pursuing you, Ivy?"

Cooper could tell immediately that something was wrong with Simon Albert.lvy's actions came to a halt as she was frightened. "Nope, he's simply having a good time. In a couple of days, he'll be back to normal." Cooper averted his gaze and laughed. "That is excellent. You're not fond of him?"

That was peculiar. The Morgans and the Albert' have always enjoyed a cordial connection. Otherwise, they would have prevented Ivy from approaching Simon and Josh.

"He has had much too many girlfriends, and his personal life is just too chaotic. He is not a good match for you, but if you are happy..." Cooper paused and was a little hesitant.

Ivy chuckled. "What are you alluding to? How am I to assist my friend? Additionally, I am not interested in guys at the moment. I simply want to concentrate on my career!" Cooper appeared extremely pleased with this response. "Indeed, men are worthless. You may possess as many as you wish. Simply take it gradually."

Cooper must educate his infant sister in order for her to become the world's wealthiest woman!

RST BAR.

Since Wyatt Reed invited them out for drinks, his nearby friends went there for as long as they could. Wyatt already had many empty bottles in front of him inside the VIP lounge when his pals arrived.

Duke attempted to stop Wyatt, but was unable to do so and was forced to watch from the sidelines.

Eric Todd and the others who arrived later were taken aback by what they saw. Wyatt had not looked this good in a long time. He was last this drunk during Lawrence's death.

Visit Jo b n i b.com to read the complete chapters for free. If you are not reading this novel on Job nib.com, some sentences are incomplete."What is happening?" Their companions entered startled. "How did you two get started drinking?" Wyatt's throat was cleared of a glass of icy whiskey, but his visage remained unchanged. He reached out with his hand. "Sit."

Everyone sat in stunned silence. Duke was sober and poured a glass for each of them. "Brothers should stick together through thick and thin, am I correct?"

"Dude, what happened here?" Eric asked Duke.

Duke pressed his lips together. What else it could be? It must be due to his imbecile ex-wife. However, he was afraid to speak it aloud.

Wyatt's eyes grew darker as waves of emotions swept through him. He yanked on his unkempt shirt collar, exposing his collarbone. "I was married for three years but did not introduce you to Ivy throughout that time. Are you familiar with her?" This was a pretty popular name not long ago, so who hasn't heard of her?

"Is it solely because of her? Reed, because you and your wife do not share the same social class, divorce is inevitable. Do not be so depressed. In fact, we should celebrate it!" Eric cried out.

Duke was anxiously attempting to stop Eric with his eyes but was unable to do so.

"Yeah! She is not on our level, and hence no introduction is necessary. Because you dislike her, we have never referred to her as our sister-in-law."

"Isn't that correct? Didn't she marry you for a reason? We've seen gold diggers before, so take nothing personally."

Consider that Ivy was harmed as a result of his complicity.

Wyatt's mood was stormy, and he was frustrated.

'Is there a reason for her actions? I'm at a loss for her motivation. She didn't spend a bit of the money I provided her and even threw it all away after she argued with Alice. She had no desire for anything when she requested a divorce and then fled without taking a penny.

My family abused her in this manner. However, she said nothing and even pretended that everything was normal in front of me. My buddies ignored her, yet she silently retreated into her shell and made no complaint, Wyatt pondered. What was it that she desired then?

He felt a burning feeling down his throat as a result of the booze. Duke the bullshitter then informed the entire group of what transpired tonight. Eric and the others were unconcerned and continued drinking.

"Reed, you're simply a softie. It is not your responsibility. Thus, why are you placing blame on yourself?"

"Yes, she requested it. Women enjoy creating havoc for themselves. If she had a problem, she should have communicated it to you sooner. Who can assist her if she keeps it to herself?"

"Who doesn't have some domestic strife? She has no one to blame except herself for her inability to deal with your mother and sister."

"Put an end to your deliberations. If she desired a divorce, she should initiate the process immediately. You owe no one anything, so why are you torturing yourself so much? Do not seek for problems." "Duke, you're always up to something. Why are you unable to devise a strategy for dealing with that woman?"

Duke drank excessively and became a touch tipsy. "I... I dare not-dude, my nudes are still with her," he declared in response to their friends' comments.

They then busted out laughing.

Everyone drank to their heart's satisfaction, especially Wyatt. In a haze, he recalled Ivy's disgusted expression when she stared at him. Should I grant her wish for us to be strangers? He thought.

Ivy awoke from her lovely sleep when her alarm clock rang. She had expressed a desire to return to her apartment last night. She felt much more secure without having to deal with so many maids. She checked her phone and noticed that the images from last night's party had introduced her and Wyatt to popularity.

Rich Ex-Couple Suspected of Reuniting?

It was accompanied by a photograph of Wyatt and Ivy kissing at the finale of the dance. It was a great shot. Even the lighting and backdrop appeared to be quite beautiful.

She sneered and ignored it. She averted her gaze from the article and opened her email.

Her schedule had already been emailed to her by Greg early in the morning. She washed up and listened to the financial news.

After a restful night's sleep, she resolved not to allow Wyatt Reed's mood to affect her again.

Windy continued to call Ivy because she had just seen the photo online. She sought to ascertain the truth of the matter because the image did not appear to have been altered.

Ivy picked up and explained helplessly what had occurred. Windy immediately exhaled a sigh of relief and began insulting the Reeds before abruptly saying, "Hey, look! The article has been removed!" Ivy checked and discovered that it had vanished.

Ivy would never spend her money on something like this, so whom might it be?

Wyatt Reed?

Windy, on the other end of the phone, laughed loudly. "Please take a look at our Group chat! Simon paid money to take it down."

Ivy logged into their Group chat and immediately noticed a flood of messages.

Simon Albert: $1M PR fees! The nerve!

Windy Adams: Albert, did you miss last night's party? Why is there not a single photograph of you?

Agatha Hart: If there is a photograph of him, I'm curious as to who will pay to have it removed...

Windy Adams: Hahaha!

Simon Albert: Wicked!

Ivy helplessly laughed and sent a message.

Ivy Morgan: Next time, please send the funds straight to me; I will then come out and make a statement.

Simon Albert: *weeps bitterly* *vomits blood*

Ivy put her phone away and immediately felt better.

Around 7:00 A.M., Greg droves over to Ivy's house and delivered her breakfast. "I ordered this on my way. I'm not sure if this is to your liking."

Ivy was not choosy and accepted it. "Thanks. Let's go."

"At 8:00 A.M., there is a meeting. President Morgan stated that you are completely in charge of ABC's operations and that he will not inquire."

Ivy was aware that Cooper had assigned it to her as part of her training and thus nodded and inquired, "Have you contacted ABC? We must conduct our inspection Ahead of time."

"I learned that the Reed Corporation will do an inspection next week, and so I scheduled an appointment for tomorrow morning."

"Excellent work," Ivy stated.

Ivy lowered her gaze to the documents. She was adamant about not meeting with the Reed Corporation representatives.

Wyatt was unwilling to accept the risk even though she was not intimately involved in the project.

They discussed work-related issues on their way to the office. Ivy exhaled a sigh of relief that Cooper was prepared to trust her with someone as talented as Greg.

As soon as they got to the office, the receptionist approached her, holding a large bouquet and smiling. "Someone sent you flowers, Miss Ivy."

Ivy frowned slightly and shifted her gaze to the card.

Sweet Ivy,

For a thousand years, I will love you!

Sincerely yours,

Simon Albert

Ivy did a hearty eye-flip and stated to the receptionist, "Throw it away for me, thanks."

Ivy came to a halt and looked back after taking two steps. "If any such flower delivery occurs in the future, simply refuse them."

She was determined not to give Simon the faintest hope and to snuff out his smoldering flame.

"Yes, ma'am." The receptionist wore an expression of sadness. These blooms are pretty lovely... however, they are on their way to being thrown into the garbage can.

At 8:00 A.M., the meeting began on time. Ivy entered the conference room to replace that everyone had already arrived. Ivy sat at the center seat and observed the room's inhabitants. "We have already begun cooperating with ABC Corporation. Now, we'll need to establish a project team to oversee the work. Greg will give a list to everyone later."

Everybody was aware that this collaboration with ABC Corporation was developing a new field. Participating in this endeavor would almost certainly launch them to success, so everyone was ecstatic.

Anna Gomez visited Ivy following the conference.

"Why am I not on the list, Miss Ivy?"

How could Anna pass up such an excellent opportunity to profit from this critical core project? Ivy raised her eyes from her desk and arched her brows. "If every employee who was not on the list came to ask me this question, I would have thousands of people pounding on my door. How do you think I should respond?"