A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

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Ivy shifted in her seat, turning toward them, doing her best to hide her discomfort.

“Hi, Vivian. Hello, Martha," Ivy said cautiously. "How are you doing?"

Vivian stepped forward, smiling politely. "Good. It's been awhile, Ivy. How've you-"

Martha cut Vivian off, shoving her aside gently. "You still didn't answer me, what are you doing here?"

Martha hadn't given Ivy any problem throughout her marriage to Mason. Her only problem was that she didn't care about anybody else but her son. Ivy had always kept her distance, and there had never been any direct issue between them. This was why Martha's accusatory tone surprised Ivy.

"I'm here to see Mr. Laurent," Ivy replied gingerly.

Martha stepped closer, her gaze narrowing as she looked Ivy over from head to toe. "And why would Mr. Laurent want to-"

"I'm sure Ivy has her reasons," Vivian smoothly interrupted Martha. "Let's leave her to it."

Ivy gave Vivian a grateful nod as she led Martha away.

Monica, who had been quietly observing the exchange, finally spoke. "Who were those two?"

Ivy sighed, she could feel a dull headache forming. "The older woman in blue is Martha, my ex-mother-in-law. The younger one is Vivian. Her mom and Martha are friends."

"Oh," Monica said, sounding unimpressed. "What's with the attitude?"

"I wish I knew." Ivy said, leaning into her seat.

She and Vivian had never really been close, but they weren't hostile either. Ivy had spent time with her at events hosted by Martha or ones Mason forced her to attend. Vivian was always polite and respectful, unlike her mother, who gossips all day with Martha.

"Well, I don't like her," Monica said firmly.

Ivy chuckled, but her amusement faded quickly at the thought of having to deal with Mason again if his mother told him she spotted her.

She had barely relaxed when Francis Laurent's office door opened, and Cheryl stepped out.

Dressed in a bright yellow gown that highlighted her already protruding belly, Cheryl's eyes darkened when she saw Ivy. "What the hell are you doing here?" she snapped, marching toward her.

Ivy stood, her eyes challenging. “I should ask you the same. Last I checked, this office wasn't reserved for only you."

Cheryl's eyes widened but she quickly composed herself. “It doesn't surprise me that you're here. You probably came to spread your legs for Mr. Laurent, just like you trapped Silas Stone," she sneered.

Ivy laughed at the accusation. "I must have learned from the best, Cheryl. After all, isn't that how you trapped Mason?"

Ivy's tone was harsh but she didn't care. Cheryl had it coming.

over in disgust. She couldn't believe she'd almost sacrificed her

a terrible job taming him.

malice. "Oh, don't act like you can't guess why I'm here. I'm shopping for

knew how Mason had begged Martha to accompany Ivy for her wedding fitting. Of course, Martha had refused. Now here she was, happily aiding Cheryl for

Cheryl opened and thankfully, Francis Laurent peeked, his voice calm and professional.

her bag. She walked up to Cheryl, leaning in. "Let's just hope your marriage lasts as long

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Chapter 32

look, she walked away, heading

the bright room, Ivy

concern evident in her

hand warmly. "Ms. Stone, lovely to meet

Ivy said, crossing her legs

"I have ten designs

sounds wonderful," Ivy said

a large catalog from beneath the table and slid it toward

the designs before

is stunning," Monica said, pointing

a line of sequins and crystals arranged on it.

could tell it would be luxuriously

admiring the picture

dress was grey, shorter but still

one. She briefly checked the

told Monica, who

going to wear to marry Silas, was exquisite, adorned with diamonds that would

it?" Francis

nodded. "Yes,

rising from his chair. "I'll take you to the fitting room for your measurements. Your dress will be

"Thank you so much, Mr. Laurent. I really

leading them

Monica

giggling with excitement. They

him downstairs and

corner

Laurent," she called, her

and turned to her. "I've already told you, miss, there's

until

wait. My wedding is in a month!" Cheryl

go somewhere else," he said, and Monica