The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 26

Anna’s face turned pale upon hearing her own voice on Ivy’s phone, and her body trembled. Ivy smiled at her. “Anna, if I take these things out, the company will thoroughly investigate all the projects you handle,” she arched her brow, “you have no foothold in this circle. So, are you really willing to give up your career for the Ferrioli?” she asked. Ivy won’t let Anna drag her down with her useless actions and her greed to have Ivy’s position. Into Anna’s face, she could see a trace of panic flash into her eyes. Anna then opened her mouth and spoke respectfully. “Ivy—I mean ma’am—” “Miss Ivy will do, Gomez,” Ivy replied. Anna gulped in fear. The calmness in Ivy’s voice and actions is frightening. “M-Miss Ivy… I was so reckless. Ferrioli’s project is not so good. The company is actually on the verge of bankruptcy.” Ivy crept a smirk on her lips and nodded. “Then don’t mention the cooperation with the Ferrioli because I will not give a damn with it. And don’t provoke me to do such things again, Gomez. I hate greedy people pretending to be angels in front of my very own eyes,” Ivy asserted. “Y-Yes, Miss Ivy,” Anna replied and left the office. Ivy finished dealing with Anna Gomez, and now, she needs to study the project of ABC Corporation. It is inevitable to get this project since the Reed Corporation is also into it. However, no company has a more substantial background than Morgan Corporation and Reed Corporation. Only these two holders can compete in the project. Nonetheless, as far as Ivy knows, Reed does not intend to participate in the field of artificial intelligence, so she is full of confidence that Wyatt is not a hindrance. Late in the afternoon, Greg came in with documents, “Miss Ivy, the ABC Corporation’s private dinner has been arranged changed into a public one. They invited a lot of people, and they’re planning to announce the project partner on the anniversary day. Do you need me to contact them in advance? They intend the dinner to be a commercial one. And many are interested in their projects.” Ivy arched her brow and smiled. “There’s no need to contact them in advance, our conditions are the best, and it is good to participate without getting the VIP place. It’s better to act simply than be

self-centered and arrogant. It’s not just because we’re from a well-known company, doesn’t mean we’re going to use our power to have it. Let them decide, let them choose,” Ivy asserted as if she already knew the result. Greg nodded. “Noted, Miss Ivy. Do you need me then to call a driver to take you home?” Ivy glanced at the time, it was indeed late, and she was about to prepare herself to leave when they heard a knock at the door. And when the door opened, Simon entered with a smile crept on his lips —handsome at the same time, devilish. “Ivy,” Simon called her name as he approached her table and also bowed to Greg before glancing back at her, “may I have the honor to invite my lady for dinner?” he asked. His arm went into his stomach as he bowed slightly as if she were a queen. Ivy shook her head and smiled. “Of course, young master Albert,” she replied. Greg, at the corner, smiled and left the office. Simon, who continued acting like royalty, came over and put on her coat, took the bag, and offered his arm to her. “Shall we?” Ivy looked up and slammed his shoulder as she enveloped her arm into his. “Stop acting like you’re a prince when in fact, you’re a gangster,” she said and let out a soft chuckle. “Just let me do this, milady,” Simon replied. Ivy sighed. Simon’s personality has always been bright. That’s why many women are head-over- heels on him. However, Ivy did not take his actions seriously. Simon is a playboy, and she knew that. And that’s the biggest fact that women should be aware of. Playboys love to let out sweet words, and, in the end, they will leave you brokenhearted. “I’m really hungry. Where do we eat?” she asked as they walked their way out of her office. “There is a new restaurant in the south of the city—oh, damn, I forgot, I should have called for a reservation,” he uttered. Ivy shook her head and withdrew her arm as they continued to walk. After a few minutes, they arrived at the restaurant that Simon had mentioned earlier. The restaurant is open on the top floor of a building, and at a glance, you can see the beauty of the city—the exquisite and illusory neon lights. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

People can’t help but fall into the whirlwind on the west side, where couples are twirling to the beat of the music. There aren’t many things that make her feel calmer than listening to her favorite song. While listening to the music, Ivy couldn’t resist closing her eyes, then suddenly, her forehead slightly creased when she smelled the rich fragrance of flowers. And as soon as she opened her eyes, Simon was holding a bouquet and gave it to her. “For you,” Simon said and smiled, “it’s your favorite Swiss lily,” he added and winked at her. Music with flowers is really the ambiance for couples inside the restaurants, but Ivy is not like them. She smiled, took it by the hand, and put it aside, “Thank you. Don’t you think the owner did a great idea?” Simon frowned. Ivy smiled. “This restaurant is for couples.” Simon’s eyes widened, and he pressed his lips. How did she know that? It’s indeed the supporting service of the couple’s restaurant. Fresh bouquets imported from Switzerland—are such an expensive service, making everyone enjoy. Simon shrugged. Ivy is indeed smart, even if he didn’t tell her that this is a couple of restaurants. He shook his head helplessly. Forget it; he has patience in courting her even if there’s no assurance that Ivy wants to. After their order was served, Ivy was slightly interested in enjoying the scenery and music. She then slowly savors her dinner. Seeing Ivy enjoying her meal, Simon can’t help but smile. “Ivy,” he called her attention, making Ivy lift her face. “Hmm?” “Did you receive the flowers I sent this morning?” he asked. Ivy nodded as she slices the meat. “Yeah. Thanks,” she replied faintly and continued eating. Simon felt a tint of pain in his chest. He feels rejected. “Is that it? Aren’t you gonna ask why I am sending you flowers?” Ivy paused and stopped slicing as she raised her head again. “Simon Albert, why?” she asked. “It’s because I’m after you.” Simon was hurt as Ivy was not being unenlightened.

Ivy formed an O sound and wiped her mouth with the table napkin. “I don’t accept your love interest. Don’t waste a moment, time, and energy on me, Simon,” she said frankly. Hearing Ivy’s words are like a knife was stabbed into his chest. Simon looked at Ivy solemnly, “I don’t want us to be just friends, Ivy. I want to be your suitor. Your lover—” Ivy arched her brow and let out a smile. “If that is the case,” she paused and smirked, “let’s cut ties, then,” she replied.