The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 40

Ivy had long since blocked Wyatt and stopped communicating with him. She was surprised to see his name in Simon’s post. Wyatt Reed: Knock-off! His comment didn’t do any harm, but it was highly offensive, making Simon angrily make a dozen comments underneath denouncing Wyatt Reed, but there was no other response. Wyatt Reed: The battle was over. “Simon doesn’t have anything better to do, huh?” Ivy rolled her eyes aimlessly. “Everyone can see he’s interested in you, so why don’t you give him a chance? You can use this occasion to annoy the snot out of Wyatt Reed,” Windy suggested. “I’m not going to be romantically interested in my closest and dearest friends. If I were, I’d have made a move on him long ago, so stop spouting bullshit,” Ivy replied. Ivy scowled, pondering how she should handle the matter with Simon. “Then forget it. Anyway, I’ve got my eye on a necklace—want to come with me to take a look?” Windy asked. Ivy agreed, indicating that she needed some retail therapy, and the two exited the restaurant, making a beeline for a specialist jewelry store. Windy had reserved this necklace a long time ago, and it was really lovely when the attendant took it out. “The legend, Mieux, makes this necklace. You have great taste. Would you want to try it?” The girl behind the counter recognized that these two individuals wearing such expensive-looking attire were not regular clients and showed them the store’s newest products. “Try it on,” Windy said as she approved and handed it to Ivy. Although Ivy did not buy frequently, she had an abundance of jewelry. Every holiday or birthday, her brothers’ gifts to her were enough to fill a jewelry store, and she would obtain the latest models of jewelry on the market without asking for it. Going to shops and trying on jewelry, on the other hand, was far more pleasant. Ivy was about to try on the necklace when she heard a taunting voice from behind her. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Try it on? Can she even afford it? Hey you, don’t just let anyone try on your pieces of jewelry because her stench will cling to the necklace, and you won’t be able to sell it.” Piper and her friends were out shopping when they came across this scene. The scent of barbecue from Ivy and Windy’s meal earlier had gotten stuck on their clothes, so Piper couldn’t help but speak up. She’d suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of Ivy the last time, and she was so enraged that she couldn’t eat for a few days. “What does that have to do with you?” Windy asked, her face turning frigid. “I want this necklace! Don’t let anyone try it because I’m scared it’ll get dirty,” Piper stated arrogantly. “How much pocket money did your sugar daddy give you? You probably don’t have enough to buy it, right? It’s better if you just save it,” she tightened her teeth and glanced at Windy, then sneered at Ivy. “Please wrap it up for me,” Ivy asked the store clerk as she placed the necklace on the counter. She looked at Piper with a cold and clear gaze that held a hint of warning, and Piper was shocked, nearly feeling the horror of that day all over again, but Piper was quickly empowered. Piper thought that Ivy wouldn’t dare to make a move since customers and the jewelry staff surrounded them. “I said I’d take this necklace,” Piper interjected, not letting Ivy have her way no matter what. “Sorry, but they came first,” the store clerk said cautiously. “What did you say? I’m a VIP customer and deserve the greatest treatment! I deserve priority on whatever I want!” Piper smugly stared at Ivy. The rules of this store stated that VIP customers had first pick. The store clerk looked regretfully at Ivy and Windy and was ready to take the necklace away when Ivy gently placed her palm on it, the corner of her lips slightly curled up. Ivy took a special black gold card from her bag, which was an exclusive VVVIP special card recognized internally by all international luxury brand stores; it was only given to ten celebrities worldwide, and even a particular royal family did not get a chance to see it—it was extremely precious and rare. This card entitles the bearer to preferential treatment at any luxury brand store around the globe.

“M-Miss, I’ll wrap everything up for you right away,” the store clerk said after looking at the card for a few seconds, ignoring Piper’s words, and proceeded swiftly. Piper was still stunned and grudgingly questioned her, saying, “This is fake, right? Don’t let her deceive you!” she asserted when she picked up Ivy’s black card. Despite the fact that Piper had never seen or touched this card before, it was a legend in the gentry circle. The photographs of this mythical card that were occasionally leaked left a significant impression on her. Ivy snatched the card from Piper’s hand and arched her brow, enough to be mocked by her. How did she obtain it? What right did she have to have that card? How can she keep it? Piper thought. The store manager came over promptly to drive away further customers. “We must request your immediate departure because we will now be required to serve this consumer solely.” Ivy smirked. And Windy couldn’t help but say, “Hurry up and kick her out,” as she pointed at Piper, her famous posture coming out—the bitch thing “Geez, my eyes are hurting every time I see her,” Windy added.