The Billionaire’s Regret

Windy understood that Leo was making a mockery of her. She did not become angry and went cheerfully to grab Ivy's arm.

"I'm providing Ivy with opportunities. If she meets more people, she will be more resistant to persuasion!"

Leo believed that it made sense.

Ivy looked helplessly at Windy. "I have a dinner engagement with a business associate tonight, so feel free to continue with your celebration."

Ivy only experienced a headache when she considered Windy's parties. It was filled with a variety of upscale foods and beverages to which he was already accustomed. She may as well conclude a business transaction.

Windy walked over and sat down beside Ivy. In a low voice, she stated, "This time is different. I have a special surprise for you! Many famous male models from around the world are also invited. I'm certain that they're your favorite, so go and check them out!" Ivy gave her a look of speechlessness.

Famous male models from around the globe?

Windy was never so devoted to her family's business, but she was always incredibly enthusiastic about plans of this nature.

Ivy had no idea what to say in response.

Leo stared intently into the water as if he were concentrating on the fish within. "Dear, what is the purpose of attending a dull dinner with business partners? Send your brother on behalf of your place. You should accompany Windy to the party. Go have fun, and don't return home too soon!"

Ivy is at a loss for words, and suspects Leo has overheard Windy's words.

Ivy was excitedly dragged away by Windy. "Fear not, Uncle Leo! We will definitely return soon!"

Leo made a hand gesture. "No need!"

The butler and attendants were rendered speechless.

RST Bar.

Within the private space. Ivy and Windy entered the room sequentially. Agatha and Simon sat on opposite sides of the sofa, seemingly engrossed in their mobile devices.

There were numerous male models before them. Ivy cast a glance in her direction. Some were well-known models with international notoriety.

They were all obediently seated and casually conversing.

Ivy felt numerous blazing gazes upon her and instantly regretted her decision to attend. Windy, however, did not allow her to escape and pushed her inside.

Ivy wore a black dress that perfectly accentuated her slim figure. Her makeup was flawless, which was appropriate for the occasion. Her usual iciness was diminished, resulting in a drastically altered appearance.

Agatha greeted Ivy with a cheerful wave, despite appearing somewhat inebriated.

Ivy walked over and took a seat. "Are you already intoxicated?" She smiled indolently.

"Are you aware of where we are?" Agatha leaned suspiciously toward her. "A gift has been prepared for you. It's your preferred variety!"

Agatha then gestured toward the individual in the corner. The silhouette of the tall man sitting there was cold and lonely.

Ivy was momentarily stunned upon seeing him. "Wyatt...?"

'Isn't that Wyatt Reed?'

When he looked back, the man's eyebrows were much softer, and his eyes were not as icy and calculating as Wyatt's. He appeared to be an innocent recent college graduate with a clear and icy disposition. However, his facial characteristics were 70% similar to Wyatt's. He appeared more closely related to Wyatt than Wyatt's nephew, Vince.

Windy and Agatha couldn't wait to call him over after observing Ivy's expression of surprise.

"He has no relation to Wyatt Reed. His name is Lysander, and he debuted abroad as a model. I met him while I was performing there. I immediately thought you would like him, so I brought him back!" Agatha grinned as she examined her gift. She believed her gift to be extremely thoughtful.

This man approached. He appeared well-groomed and had striking features. He was not as resolute and commanding as Wyatt. Then, he cautiously regarded Ivy.

"I am Lysander, Ms. Morgan," he said.

Ivy smiled indifferently, and sidelong glanced at Agatha. "Don't you know I despise that man?! How could you send someone who resembles him so closely?"

Windy tapped Ivy on the shoulder.

"If you dislike it, consider Lysander Wyatt's replacement and torment him. If you enjoy it, obsess over Lysander, which will drive Wyatt insane! Regardless of how you look at it, you will benefit!"

Ivy gave a faint smile. "You guys are my best friends for sure, huh?"

"That is without question!" The two spoke simultaneously.

Simon, who was standing to the side, snorted coldly. "You guys are only capable of fooling around.

"Albert, what are you thinking?"

'Perhaps an entrepreneurial notion?' Simon smiled and idly flipped through his smartphone.

"I still have 800 pounds of potatoes that I haven't sold; would you like to help?"

Ivy was without words.

Agatha snorted coldly. "Albert requested my assistance in attracting customers to his agricultural products at an international fashion show. Do you believe it is acceptable?"

Simon glared disapprovingly at Agatha. "What makes it inappropriate? Does no one in the fashion industry eat, drink, or defecate?"

Ivy sighed as she sat there by herself. She was at a loss for words with her eccentric friends. She was unable to ignore the Wyatt doppelganger sitting next to her. Even though it wasn't Wyatt, that man's presence felt suffocating, causing her to breathe a little more quickly.

Perhaps it was a result of having been with Wyatt. After a period of sitting, she intended to go outside to get some fresh air. However, the entrance was blocked by a large number of reporters carrying cameras.

Ivy's face was slightly altered. The individuals inside also observed the reporters.

Agatha was intoxicated and stood before Ivy.

"What are you fellows doing?"

"Miss Hart, we are journalists. We learned that famous models from all over the world intend to advance their careers in New York. We would like to know how the negotiations are proceeding.

"Who among them consented to remain in New York?"

"Are you signing with everyone?"

"Is Ivy Morgan not present? Will she also be involved in this issue?"

"Do you wish to say a few words, Ms. Morgan?"

"Is this just a casual gathering?" One reporter's voice was incredibly audible and immediately subsided.

Each individual in the room had unique facial expressions and thoughts.

Ivy did not require a great deal of introspection to deduce that someone in this gathering must have plotted against them. Whether it was Ivy, Agatha, Simon, or Windy, any of them was sufficient to spark rumors.

If a model at this party desired popularity and betrayed this topic, everyone would be at risk if this party became a topic of intense discussion. It could be about the messy lives of children with trust funds or even the immoral secrets of wealthy women. Whichever it was, it would undoubtedly affect their businesses.

Ivy was rendered speechless as she surveyed the male models seated in the room. Due to their various facial expressions, she was unable to determine who was behind this.

Windy was visibly apprehensive and hid behind Simon.

Even more distressed was Simon. He made minimal contributions to the family business and repeatedly caused problems. He desired nothing more than to be a trust fund kid with a conscience.

The reporters at the door did not have any tendency to stop. They were overly interested in this type of party.

Was this event for their careers, or was it a party for wealthy women?

The news headlines of tomorrow would depend on their response.

Agatha stood at the door with no intention of yielding. Her expression was gloomy.

"This is a trade secret and is not available to the public. Please anticipate the upcoming press conference!"

Agatha took out her phone with the intention of calling the bar manager so that he and his bodyguards could come and resolve the issue.

Where did this group of journalists originate?

"We'd like to conduct interviews with the occupants. Please come out so we can witness them."

"Yes, come out, please."