The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 177

"Thank you," Ivy said with a smile, "but I'm going upstairs first." "All right, sure!" Ivy had reached the halfway point of the stairwell when Bill opened the door. She cast a glance behind her and noticed Wyatt being pushed in. Jimmy greeted Wyatt enthusiastically, causing his small pink apron to sway with his movements. "Mr. Reed, you've returned! A man like you, who works diligently every day yet retains the such charm, is the ideal match for Ms. Morgan! You two are a match made in heaven! I'm at a loss for words to describe you." Bill was about to ascend the stairs in search of Ivy. When he heard Jimmy's words, he came to a halt in his stride. He shifted his position. His ferocious face froze for a brief moment. "There is, in my opinion, only one way to describe him." Jimmy's eyes glowed. He dashed over excitedly, as this was the first time Bill carried the conversation willingly. It was a positive sign of their relationship's maturation. "What is the word?" Bill responded, "Defined cripple." Ivy raised her brows and couldn't stop herself from laughing. Wyatt's speechless face, which was already dark and sullen, grew colder. Bill was not illiterate and believed that what he said was correct. He simply walked over to Ivy. Jimmy became immobile for a brief moment. He could feel Wyatt's gradually suffocating vibes. He abruptly regretted his attempt to find a sense of belonging with Bill. What a blunder! Wyatt's piercing gaze followed the stairwell. Ivy immediately retracted her smile. 'I am crippled solely as a result of her! How was she able to laugh at me? She has no conscience!' Ivy sighed slightly and coughed slightly. "Obviously, Mr. Reed cannot slack off as an astounding boss with tens of thousands of employees." Their gazes locked. Wyatt appeared stunned for a brief moment before curling the corners of his lips into a smile. His

eyes lost their gloom and were replaced by tenderness. "Ivy, you have an incredible eye." Ivy was still the best. Wyatt felt as if his entire body had been drenched in honey, as all he sensed was sweetness. It was extremely reassuring and warm. This was the first time Ivy expressed such admiration for him. ' As it turns out, I made a favorable impression on her heart!' Ivy exhaled a sigh of relief and reflected, 'Wow, this man is so easily coaxed. He is not enraged after uttering such benign words?!' 'I constantly said the same thing! Mr. Reed is overjoyed when Ms. Morgan says it. Is this the force of love at work?' Jimmy considered himself. Bill overheard Ivy's words and assumed he had previously disparaged Wyatt. "Mr. Reed, would you like a bath later?" he inquired earnestly of Wyatt. He hoped that his actions would convey his guilt. The house was deafeningly quiet. Jimmy's eyelids twitched with a ferocious twitch. He locked his gaze on Bill's grave face, then on Wyatt's cold, stern face. Jimmy quickly grasped the gravity of last night's events. 'How could my wonderful plan have been thwarted?!' Ivy raised an eyebrow and noticed Wyatt was on the verge of passing out from exasperation. She remained silent and hurried back to her room. Ivy received a call shortly afterward from Marco. He was inquiring as to whether Ivy would be interested in accompanying him to a private networking event. "I discovered a clue to your car accident," Marco stated calmly. "It has to do with someone who will be present at today's reception." Naturally, Ivy agreed without reservation. "I'll be right there." Ivy did not bring any gowns for formal occasions with her to Hudson Yards. As a result, she selected a silk gown from the dressing room. She appeared to be absolutely stunning. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Wyatt emerged from the study as soon as she exited her room. He noticed her attire and frowned slightly as if he wanted to speak. Ivy stated indifferently to Wyatt, “Marco stated that he discovered a clue regarding the car accident. I’m attending a reception and will return later.” Wyatt’s complexion darkened and grew cold. He pressed his lips together. “Be careful then.” Ivy nodded and walked downstairs. Bill trailed her. Jimmy sped up to catch up with them. “I, too, will accompany you! Please take me with you, Ms. Morgan. I will defend you!” Ivy was hesitant to speak, fearful that her words would injure his pride. “Ms. Morgan is safe with me,” Bill said, rolling his eyes. “Bill, you may appear to be a bodyguard, but I am capable of protecting Ms. Morgan covertly! That way, it will be more secure.” Jimmy regarded Wyatt with anticipation. ‘Hurry! Make a statement for yourself!’ Wyatt pressed his lips together. “Then take him with you. You don’t have to be concerned about his survival if anything happens.” Jimmy was rendered speechless. Ivy arched her brow. “Whatever.” When they arrived at the reception venue, Bill exited the vehicle and opened the door for her. Ivy immediately noticed Marco Seely standing at the door as soon as she stepped out of the car. Marco appeared to be a noble and mysterious man as he stood there, his demeanor steady and indifferent. He approached Ivy and nodded lightly. “Do not be alarmed; there are no strangers nearby.” The implication was that no sudden attacks would occur. Ivy smiled and exhaled a sigh of relief. They both stood at the doorway and entered one by one. Bill took a few steps back to gain some distance from them. Jimmy approached him from behind and whispered, “Who is that big boss?”

“I’m not sure.” Bill gave him a sidelong glance, unwilling to speak. Jimmy was gutsy. “Is he courting Ms. Morgan?! You must follow more closely. How are you going to leave them alone?” That man was extremely handsome and possessed an extraordinary and noble disposition. Jimmy could tell immediately that this man was not an ordinary man due to his aura being comparable to Wyatt’s. Jimmy was immediately overcome with a sense of crisis! Bill remained expressionless and oblivious to Jimmy. Jimmy slapped his thigh and fixed his gaze on the ineffectual Bill. ‘I can rely on no one but myself!’ Jimmy entered with a straight face at that thought. Ivy and Marco entered and encountered several familiar faces. Others were unfamiliar faces. The banquet hall’s atmosphere was pleasant, with pleasant music provided by a live band. Men and women danced gracefully together while others mingled. Indeed, it was a friendly environment in which to network! “It turns out that Mr. Seely’s female companion is none other than Ms. Morgan! Their cooperation appears to be quite solid.” “Do not even consider it. If Mr. Seely can abandon Reed Corporation in favor of Morgan Corporation, we have lost all hope.” “Oh? Is Mr. Seely and Ms. Morgan having an affair?” “Shh! Do you wish to die?” Those whispers found their way into Ivy’s ears, which she smiled off. Perhaps they would never discover the true motivation for their cooperation. Ivy and Marco were also uninterested in apologizing to anyone. She gave Marco a perplexed look. Marco swept an indifferent glance at the gossiping crowd, instantly causing them to close their mouths. He bowed his arm impeccably. Ivy took it gently and smiled impeccably.

Their intimate gesture would only serve to demonstrate their solid and seamless collaboration. Soon after, three familiar faces approached with their wine glasses in hand for a toast. Ivy immediately recognized them as the three individuals Marco had invited to the private dinner at the hotel that day. Ares Beleza is a representative of BL Company, Taurus Phyton is a representative of Phyton & Co, and Paris Mallik is a representative of P&M Corporation. They are not required to walk on eggshells around Marco, as the project has already been completed. They needed only to maintain basic decency. Ares Beleza sported a cigar and appeared more relaxed. He smiled and locked his gaze on Ivy. “Had I known, Mr. Seely, that you preferred ladies. I would have convinced my sister to attend that day’s private dinner. Although my sister is not as gorgeous and graceful as Ms. Morgan, she is quite lovely.” “In that case, it’s fortunate that you didn’t bring her,” Marco replied. Ares couldn’t say anything.