The Billionaire’s Regret
Chapter 62 –

When Ken learned of this, he thought it incredible that Don Reed had treated his ex-daughter-in-law in such a brutal and disgusting manner. Ken, too, began to sympathize with Ivy.

Wyatt Reed was deafeningly quiet for a long time, making the office's silence unpleasant.

Suddenly, Wyatt went out with a sad countenance, kicking away the chair and taking his jacket.

His car sped toward the Reed Mansion. When Wyatt saw the maid, "Where's the Don?" he asked in a booming voice.

The maid shook. "The Don visited Erstwhile Villa...."

Wyatt turned around and walked away. "Sir, the Don stated he wouldn't see you until the situation is resolved," the maid raced after him.

Wyatt came to a halt when he heard this. As he looked at the maid, his glance was harsh. "What exactly did you say?"

The maid stepped back in dread, her face pale, and she didn't dare to speak again.

Wyatt gritted his teeth and returned to his car, where he took out his phone and dialed his grandfather's number. The phone rang for a long time before someone answered it.

"I knew you'd be on the hunt for me because of that woman. You've been kind enough not to touch her after all this time."

"I said I'll handle this out." Wyatt's dark eyes were chilly and resentful. The surrounding air density was terrifyingly low.

Don Reed let forth a soft laugh. His voice sounded quite old. "Can you solve this? She despises our family so badly, and you want her to go out of her way to return my pipe? It's impossible!" "However, there's no need to fling mud on her. What will she do in the future?"

"Who gives a damn? I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She assumed she could just marry into the Morgan family and didn't respect me at all. Huh! Now, I'll give her a taste of my strength!"

As he warned his grandson, Don Reed's tone was menacing. "You'd better not become involved in this and keep away from this woman! You're fortunate to have divorced her; otherwise, she'd undoubtedly dishonor our family sooner or later!" After that, the old man hastily hung up the phone.

Does that Ivy still believe she can marry into a wealthy family? In her dreams! I don't think any wealthy family will entirely overlook Ivy's awful and immoral background.

Ivy's name will never be cleared, no matter how long she waits, because the truth is difficult to differentiate from invented lies. Isn't it only going to get more complicated with time? Don Reed pondered.

Don Reed stood back and observed as the argument over Ivy's character heated up, which he found very satisfying. It was already midday when he awoke.

The butler made afternoon tea for him, who strolled down the hall and said, "Any news from that woman?"

Because it had been a while, Don Reed assumed Ivy would have realized he was teaching her a lesson and should have taken the initiative to come over and apologize.

Not only did Don Reed want the emerald pipe, but he also wanted Ivy to bow and apologize so she wouldn't insult him again.

For a brief while, the butler halted. "There isn't any news."

Don Reed came to a halt and narrowed his gaze. "What? Nothing new?"

"Yes, Sir. We did send some persons to mix in with the mass of reporters. They've been squatting outside her apartment all day, but she hasn't left. She also did not provide any clarification on the internet. I contacted the media and key platforms, and they stated that she did not approach them on her own initiative. It's as though she doesn't care-"

Don Reed sneered, "Doesn't she give a damn? Why will she stay at home if she doesn't care? I believe she is simply terrified. Let's keep waiting a bit longer."

Once she realizes what she's done, she'll wet her pants in panic and come over to apologize!

Don Reed maintained his cocky posture until the next day.

"Did she contact me?"

With a shake of his head, the butler expressed his displeasure. "No, Sir. She didn't leave her flat as she did yesterday."

Don Reed cocked his brow slightly. "How about the Morgan Corporation? Is there any activity there?"

"The share price of Morgan Corporation has fallen somewhat, but there has been no other movement. Under Cooper Morgan's leadership, their stock price has resumed a steady upward path."

"Hmph! Cooper Morgan is certainly capable. Regrettably, he has horrible taste in women. Leo Morgan will not allow such a woman to marry his son. I'm sure Cooper is preoccupied with the business and has given up on that woman. She's out of options now." Don Reed waited until the third day, and the butler gently nodded in answer.

IVY REMAINED STILL, even though the internet was still bustling.

Finally, the old man realized something was wrong and directed his butler to contact Ivy.

Ivy and Sebastian were doing some internet shopping at home. The best way to de-stress was to indulge in shopping. Spending money made them feel great!

The two siblings sat on the sofa next to Simba staring at the LCD wall, watching Animal Planet. Simba would exclaim in awe every time he saw a tiger or lion leaping on the plains and hop around Sebastian to practice what it had just seen. Its learning abilities were absolutely outstanding!

Ivy's phone began to ring. She picked up the phone with a faint frown. "Who exactly is it?"

"Don Reed wants..." the other side responded.

That old man. He was the mastermind behind everything, she thought.

Ivy was pushed to the side by Sebastian. "Hurry! The live broadcast has now begun! Let's go get it!"

Ivy then hung up the phone without a second thought.

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"Did the call get through?" Don Reed asked, his face chilly.

The butler carefully responded to the rejected call, "She refused to answer."

Is she testing my patience? The old man wondered. This woman has no idea what's good for her. He has already given her an opportunity by calling her, yet she dares to refuse it?!

He became enraged and yelled, "Call again!"

He's curious to see how long Ivy can hold off.

"Right away, Sir." The butler tried once more. However, ... "It's been rejected once more. Perhaps she's busy."

The Don felt furious.

Ivy's clicking pace was slower than Sebastian'. The call from Don Reed also caused her to miss the live product grab session for the latest Jo Malone perfume.

She was so irritated that she snatched Sebastian's phone. She was even more annoyed when she discovered Sebastian had obtained it. Ivy decided to message the live-streamer after Sebastian gloated in her face personally.

Hey, if you're in Europe, please buy me a couple of gifts. Cost is not an issue.

After some time, the live-streamer noticed Ivy's message and responded, "Sorry, I don't do private work."

Ivy considered it and altered Sebastian's username from @HunkySeb to @Rich Baby.

Ivy responded. Then I'll take everything in your live session, but you can only go live for me.

The live-eyes streamer expanded as he reflected, huh, Is this for real? All the items?

"What are our projected sales for today?" the streamer inquired of the staff member next to him.

"Approximately eight hundred million."

'This would definitely frighten this person,' the live-streamer thought.

In the chat box, he responded. There are eight hundred million. Are you up for it?

Ivy responded in less than a second. Yup. Payment via platform or bank transfer?

The phone in the live-hand streamer' shattered. He choked on a gulp of water because he was so shocked. He keeps staring at the message, thinking... this person isn't even joking?

OThelive-streamer did not want such a large transaction to take place on the platform. Otherwise, the platform's commission would be relatively high. The live-streamer was skeptical, but he nevertheless passed over his bank account information. He received a text message on his phone in less than a minute.

You have received $800,000,000 of bank account ****0000 from Third Party Transfer. Your new balance is $3,800,000,000.

The live streamer hopped up and down in delight. This was the zenith of his live-streaming career. The live stream had ended before it had even begun!

He instantly launched the live-streaming platform and began broadcasting. Sorry, girls, the live-streaming session for today has finished.

The crowd, who had been waiting with bated breath, was all mute.

The live-streamer returned to his private conversation with @Rich Baby.

Is there anything else you require? Do you need to purchase gifts? I can go to the most prominent luxury mall right now and live to stream it to you. You can buy whatever you want from the comfort of your own home! Ivy thought to herself that this couldn't be any better.

@RichBaby: Excellent, then let's talk live.

The live-streamer drove to one of Europe's largest luxury brand malls without further ado and began the live stream. He even rigged it up so that only @RichBaby could leave comments. Others could only stand there and stare. "Love, there's a new Burberry bag in town that's an utter treat. But it's a touch costly. Do you want it?"

@RichBaby: One of each hue, please. You don't need to inform me of the cost.

"These Hermes purses, especially this one, are timeless classics..."

@RichBaby: Do you have a lot in stock?

"This is the largest store in town..."

@RichBaby: OK, I'll take 50.

"Europe accounts for 80% of exclusive sales, and there are only 12 of this model here," the live-streamer noted.

@RichBaby: Then request as many as you possibly can.

Even though the live-streamer did not promote any merchandise to the public that day, the number of viewers on that live stream reached an all-time high and continued to rise!

Sebastian was earlier playing with Simba. When he returned, he spotted Ivy giggling and clutching his phone. He approached her, shocked. "What are you looking at?"

"I went out and got some gifts for the employees."

"OK, buy whatever you want," Sebastian answered with a nod. "Don't be a grinch."

Ivy smiled and cocked her head to face him. "I'm not going to. I just spent $800 million."

Sebastian's brow furrowed. "E-Eight hundred million...?"