The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 216

Simply put, the reporters did not wish to return empty-handed. Ivy inhaled deeply and opened the door with a polite and unobtrusive smile. “In actuality, this is merely an initial contact. We intend to host a talent show with internationally renowned supermodels as guest judges, but the details are still confidential at this time, so we beg your pardon for not being able to share more information. Clearly, Agatha was relieved. Ivy was a business veteran, so she was adept at persuading others with answers that did not sound like she was merely coping. As soon as the reporters saw that Ivy had spoken, they surrounded her. “Ms. Morgan, which of these models do you have the most confidence in?” Ivy paused and lightly smiled. “Everyone.” They responded with laughter, knowing they could not afford to offend Ivy. If they persisted in harassing her, they could lose their jobs. The reporters responded without embarrassment, “Then we’ll eagerly anticipate the new show!” Agatha and Ivy exhaled a sigh of relief as the group dispersed gradually. The next instant, Ivy’s face fell. She looked at Agatha, who nodded in response. Agatha knew the next step to take. They dismissed all individuals. After the scare, Simon and Windy let out a sigh of relief. They were unlike Ivy and Agatha in that they lacked the confidence to be independent of their families. After everyone left, Windy hugged Ivy’s arm in a daze. “Next time, we’ll change the venue! These journalists are too numerous!” Ivy’s upper lip corners twitched. “You never learn your lesson!” Windy snorted indifferently and did not take this minor incident to heart. Agatha found someone to send Windy and Simon back, then called the agents of the models one by one and instructed them to keep quiet. She would discover which model craved popularity so desperately today. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

As soon as Ivy left the building’s entrance, she tightly wrapped her coat around her. She was the last person to leave incognito. Before she entered the vehicle, she heard a voice call out to her. “Miss Morgan...” Ivy inadvertently turned around and was startled, but she quickly regained her composure. “Lysander?” Ivy could not remain indifferent in the presence of that visage. This was because he was extremely similar to Wyatt. Lysander moved forward and opened the door for her with consideration. He covered the car’s roof so she wouldn’t hit her head and grinned. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Morgan. Have a safe trip back home.” Ivy smiled and said, “Thank you.” She then entered her vehicle and left without further comment. She was unaware of the flashing lights emanating from a dark room on the second floor. Wyatt was with several close friends at a gathering. Everyone could not bear his distressed expression. “Given Ivy’s temperament, Wyatt should simply give up on Ivy.” One of the factions proposed. As he regarded him, Wyatt’s face was frosty and glum. “Impossible.” Duke brought a glass of wine to his guest. “How did my husky offend you? Why is it limping around now?” Wyatt drank his wine glass without enthusiasm. He did not wish to bring up that idiotic dog. If not for the husky biting his cane on that particular day, he would have remembered he had a cane! This dog derailed his plans! If he saw that husky again, he feared he would be unable to refrain from killing it. Another man with an extensive history of romantic relationships could not resist voicing his opinion. “Wyatt, I believe you should be ruthless and ignore her for a while so that she will value you more. If you approach her in this manner, she will consider you to be worthless!” Duke nodded his head in assent. “Yes, you only need to maintain your noble demeanor. Do you know what kinds of rumors have been circulating recently? Everyone says you want to marry into the Morgan clan!”

This was extremely offensive to patriarchy! Sharp eyes narrowed as Wyatt gripped his wine glass tightly. ‘Huh! How dare they spread rumors behind my back! How daring!’ He was patted on the shoulder by Duke. We will assist you in dealing with Nicholas Vaughn. Wyatt snorted coldly and carelessly. Duke and the others lacked the strength to contend with Nicholas. What a typical but inspiring day! Windy’s persistent call reached Ivy before she could open her eyes. She knew without thinking that the only person who would call her at this time was her best friend. Her voice was hoarse and sluggish when she answered the phone. “Hello?” “Ivy, you’re on the hot topic again!” Windy said quickly. Ivy’s eyes widened, and she felt startled. “Didn’t everyone leave last night? Why didn’t Lysander leave you alone and even send you on your way? Everyone assumed he was Wyatt Reed and that you were back together, but Wyatt’s friend posted another photo denying the claim. Someone later discovered that it was Lysander.” Ivy’s heart rate slowed slightly. She was well aware of what Lysander meant to the general public. It meant that her previous relationship would become the talk of the town once more. Everyone’s attention is drawn to Lysander’s face. Was he a substitute? “Or her new significant other?” Ivy could already envision all of the subsequent headlines. “I believe Lysander purposefully hired someone to do this. Ivy, what should we do? I wouldn’t have let Agatha take him back to New York if I’d known!” Windy expressed regret, pity, and shame. “Forget it, and I recognize your good intentions. I’ll contact Blaze to find a solution, so don’t worry about it too much. Tell Agatha to keep an eye on the others from last night. It would be ideal if she could actually produce a talent show.” It didn’t matter if it was later canceled. They required at least a semblance of the alleged talent show.

“All right, I’ll tell her.” Windy realized what Ivy was saying and quickly hung up the phone. Ivy scrolled through the news to get a general sense of where it was in its development. (This guy is a dead ringer for Wyatt Reed! Ivy found a suitable replacement. What a shame!) (Previously, Wyatt Reed was so humble in his desire to reconcile his relationship with Ivy, but now Ivy would rather find a lookalike than look at him, so who is the problematic one in this relationship?) (She is, in fact, the heiress of Morgan Corporation! In a matter of words, she can have anyone she wants. Your idols should put in more effort!) (Ivy’s personal life is a disaster! Perhaps this is simply the superiority of wealthy women. Wyatt Reed’s heart breaks for him!) (I’ll always stand by Ivy! Only someone as capable as her can locate a duplicate!) (I’m rooting for Flint!) (I’m rooting for Brad!) (We’re rooting for Vince!) Ivy was left speechless by the online comments and dialed Blaze’s number. Blaze was probably as taken aback as she was. “Don’t worry, President Ivy,” he said when he received her call. “I’ve already begun to suppress this news, but you should be mentally prepared for any backlash because netizens are extremely sensitive to the use of privilege to manipulate the news. I’m afraid it won’t be as straightforward as before because it will appear too abrupt. If Wyatt Reed didn’t say anything, it would probably go away in two days, but who knew his friend would post a photo to explain his whereabouts? Did you two get into a fight?” Ivy remained silent for a few moments. “There’s no need to withdraw it then,” she said calmly, ignoring his last question. “Get someone to sign Lysander’s name. Not everyone is entitled to benefit from my popularity. Didn’t he want to be well-liked? Why not make your own money instead of relying on others?” Blaze’s tongue clicked. He had long wanted to do this, but he was afraid to say anything about it. He’d naturally oblige now that Ivy had brought it up. “Okay! I’m going to contact his agent right now.” “You don’t have to be nice to him, Mr. Hall. Arrange everything and anything for him to become

addicted to his sudden fame.” Blaze realized right away what Ivy meant. This was only a fad. Lysander would be abandoned and left hanging once it was over. ‘Isn’t it true that not everyone can afford to capitalize on Ivy’s popularity?’ Blaze pondered. “Don’t be concerned. I’ll extract every last drop of oil from him!” Blaze spoke casually.