The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 35

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. Ivy'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. "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. HeThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

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.