The Billionaire’s Regret
Chapter 50 –

Ivy then hung up the phone and patted the small tiger's head. "Good lad... It'll be here soon..."

On the other side, the store manager compared the number to their system. She was taken aback and exclaimed in surprise, "It's Miss Morgan!"

Sebastian finished his shower and walked out casually a bit later. He couldn't wait to see the tiny tiger, but the doorbell rang just as he went out of the restroom.

"The scarves that I bought have just come. Kindly pay for them!"

Ivy rested on the large and plush round sofa in the living room, playing with the small tiger, with no aim of getting up to open the door.

Sebastian shook his head helplessly as he headed to the door with his upper body exposed and his lower half covered in a bath towel. He opened up the door and joked, "Baby girl, I don't mind paying for all you want," When he saw the guy at the door, Sebastian's voice came to a halt, and his eyes became frigid, "what brings you here?"

His cheerful attitude vanished in an instant.

Wyatt Reed was surprised to replace Sebastian at Ivy's place. His face was downcast, and his dark eyes were solemn.

"What brings you here?" Wyatt asked in curiosity.

He obviously just took a shower. Did he come right here after getting off the plane? Wyatt pondered.

Ivy and Sebastian's images and chatter had gone viral after leaving the airport and couldn't be stopped.

Wyatt sought Ivy's present address in a variety of ways. He intended to walk to her door and explain everything to her personally. He was eager to make amends for what he had owed her for the previous three years.

Ivy had submitted her condition the last time they met, asking Wyatt to choose between Alice Perez and a family relic.

He couldn't decide between Alice and the emerald pipe, so he asked Ivy if she had any further criteria. He would accept without hesitation if she did.

On the other hand, Wyatt never expected to see these two in broad daylight.

He couldn't help but wonder what were they up to.

Sebastian laughed, adding more fuel to the flames. With another towel in his hand, he wiped his hair dry. "How come I can't be here? This is where I reside."

They're living together?!

His feelings of rage and despair immediately shattered Wyatt's serenity.

"Who is it?" Ivy became aware of the uproar at the door. It didn't sound like the store's employees, so she walked to the door to investigate. Her eyes became chilly as she saw the man at the door. "What exactly are you doing here?" Wyatt's appearance at her door was unexpected.

The man at the door oozed a dreary chill. He looked at her sternly as if he was repressing a fit of rage in his eyes.

"Ivy, are you both living together? How are you getting along with him?" Wyatt queried.

Ivy took a breather and hooked the corners of her lips. "Do I need to describe to you what sort of relationship I have with everyone?" she hissed.

Sebastian chuckled to himself. "Think what you want, Mr. Reed, but despite our relationship, you have no right to butt in. An excellent ex-partner should be as silent as the dead."

Wyatt looked Ivy in the eyes with a piercing glare. The bottom of his eyes swelled with emotion. He swept a glance toward Sebastian with a tight expression.

"I'm simply wondering casually. I'm not interested in knowing, but Sebastian, keep your eyes peeled. This lady isn't as obedient as she appears!"

Wyatt had no idea why he had said this. He had discovered a plethora of contradictory impressions about Ivy that he had never noticed previously. Maybe this was only the tip of the iceberg.

"It's not up to you, Reed, to tell me what kind of lady I am. You'd be wise to mind your own business," Ivy let out a sarcastic chuckle, and suddenly, her smile faded as her face became colder. "If you want obedience, just get a dog-Oh! No... Alice Perez is a good bitch for a dirty dog like you. You two are a match made in heaven!"

Even if the entire world insults her, Wyatt Reed has no right to! She doesn't need his pathetic apologies!

Wyatt's expression was solemn. He had meant no harm, but he couldn't explain Ivy's confusion. Wyatt had no idea where his rage was coming from at this point.

Sebastian was concerned that Wyatt's presence would wound Ivy, so he was suspicious but ready to rush to her aid. He was relieved, though, when he heard Ivy's remarks.

He laughed lightly as he drew Ivy into his arms and looked at Wyatt. "I'm not like you, Mr. Reed. Nobody has the right to insult my lady, and I will only believe what she says. If you have nothing better to do, Mr. Reed, go back to your bitch and stop bothering us." Sebastian formed a cheeky smile by tucking the edges of his lips together. When a little creature scampered out from below, he wanted to pull Ivy back and close the door. "Papa!" shouted the tiny tiger as he grasped Wyatt's pants, "you're quite attractive!" Sebastian, Ivy, and Wyatt were taken aback. Ivy was particularly enraged and felt misled. It's no surprise he was dubbed "Little Traitor" in the lab! He truly lives up to his moniker!

"Simba!" Ivy couldn't stop herself from raising her voice. I'm going to return the million dollars worth of Dior scarves right immediately!

Wyatt lowered his head, a scowl on his face. His brow furrowed as he took up the small tiger with one hand. His tone was icy. "What brings you here?"

With a wave of his paws, Simba replied, "Shaira Winter gave me to Mama, and Mama is my favorite! Please don't fight. Papa and Mama are a fantastic combination."

Wyatt appeared to be reflecting on Simba's words. Sebastian grabbed Simba from him, hurled it at Ivy, took a step back, and slammed the door in Wyatt's face.

The sequence of events occurred in a matter of seconds, sharp and clean!

"From now on, don't allow that jerk to touch any of our belongings!" Sebastian spoke with a blank expression on her face, staring at the tiger in her arms. "Do you need my assistance in training this device for a few days?" Simba snuggled into Ivy's arms and clutched her close. It sounded really dissatisfying. "Mama, I'm terrified. Is he going to rip my heart out?"

Ivy's heart, which had been furious earlier, softened instantly. She caressed Simba's head and raised her gaze to Sebastian. "It's all right. I'll come up with a solution."

Simba was an A.l. robot; therefore, it was likely that a code change was required to change its preferences and conduct.

Simba needs to change the way he addresses Wyatt Reed! She's not going to put up with this any longer!

Ivy turned back and realized Wyatt was still standing outside the door.

What is his reason for coming here? Whatever. He's probablycominge for the emerald pipe. It's his loss because he can't decide between Alice Perez and his family's heirloom. How can the finest of both worlds exist?

Ivy dragged Simba away sternly and proceeded to her room to phone Shaira.

The doorbell rang again at that very time. That bastard still doesn't give up?! Sebastian grumbled. Great, I'll use this opportunity to teach him a lesson!

When Sebastian opened the door, he saw six women in business suits waiting there with several boxes. Despite their amazement upon seeing him, the employees maintained a professional demeanor.

"Excuse me, is this Ms. Morgan's residence?"

"Yes," he replied.

"These are Ms. Morgan's most recent limited-edition scarves. That comes to a total of 7.69 million. What shall we do with them?"

Sebastian paused, then moved helplessly to make room for them. "Please arrange them in the coatroom on the left."

"Yes, Sir." The workers did not dare to look about the house and hurried in hastily to leave the boxes. Sebastian didn't even flinch when he swiped his credit card and shut the door. With a frigid grunt, he returned to his room. AFTER calling Shaira, Ivy headed to the cafe where they had arranged to meet.

Unlike the last time they met, Shaira did not appear to be a serious scientist in a white lab coat. She looked adorable in a pink sweatshirt and a sloppy bun on her head this time. Her large eyes squinted as she smiled and sipped the coffee in her palm. Shaira waved her hand when she spotted Ivy.

"Ivy!"

Ivy walked over swiftly. "I apologize for requesting your presence on such short notice. Did I interfere with your work?"

Shaira shook her head and grinned. "It's fine. Because you're buddies with Ryan, you get favorable treatment!"

Thank you, bro!' Ivy said quietly.

"Did he accept your friend request?" she asked and let out a smile.

Shaira smiled and nodded. "Yes, we've been talking. I placed my designs online, and he soon pointed out numerous flaws. He is without a doubt the greatest!"

Yeah... Ryan is not only a geek, but he also has obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD).

"Shaira, I asked you out because of Simba, your little tiger. Why does Simba refer to Wyatt Reed as Papa?"

It's simply strange when Simba calls her Mama after. She doesn't want anything to do with Wyatt Reed!

Shaira lowered her head, her face flushed with humiliation.

"When constructing this little traitor, we went through a thorough learning process for human aesthetics. It then learned to enjoy attractive women and men and even established its preferences. There were no constraints because this was the first merger of human intellect and artificial intelligence."

"However, why Wyatt Reed?" Ivy asked in awe.

"Because he's the most handsome among the rich and the richest among handsome men," Shaira replied and heaved a deep sigh.