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

folded her arms smugly. "Well, you did a terrible job taming him. That's why he's getting married again in barely

her eyes widened with malice. "Oh, don't act like you can't guess why I'm

Of course, Martha had refused. Now here she was, happily aiding

and thankfully, Francis Laurent peeked, his voice calm

to Cheryl, leaning in. "Let's just hope your marriage lasts as long as rnine did. Otherwise, you'll

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Chapter 32

walked

bright room, Ivy

you alright?" Monica whispered, concern evident

extended his hand warmly. "Ms. Stone, lovely to meet you. Congratulations

said, crossing her legs under the

husband already briefed me," Francis continued. "I have ten

sounds wonderful,"

from beneath the table and

by the designs before her. She

Monica said,

a line of sequins and crystals arranged on it.

and Ivy could tell it

murmured, admiring the picture before

next dress was grey, shorter but

all the outfits until she settled on the eighth one. She briefly

think this is it," Ivy told Monica,

the wedding dress she was going to wear to marry Silas, was exquisite, adorned with diamonds that would definitely shimmer

this it?"

"Yes, it

Stone!" Francis cheered, rising from his chair. "I'll take you to the fitting

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

leading

Monica

giggling with excitement. They

him downstairs and

turn the corner when

she called, her lips

and turned to her.

until after six

I can't wait. My wedding

go somewhere else," he said, and Monica