The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 67

The Business Convention Center. Wyatt Reed stepped out of the conference room, hung up the phone, and looked cold and distant. His custom-made suit enhanced his spartan aristocratic persona. Ken, his assistant, was waiting on the side and stepped up to welcome him. "President." "Go to Piper and pay the bill, then hand over the items to Ivy." Although Alice stated that Ivy willingly gave this clothing to Piper and did not explain what transpired, Wyatt remained skeptical that Piper did not do anything to Ivy. Ken was taken aback. "Send it to Miss Ivy?" He needed to confirm once more. "Yes," Wyatt uttered simply. "Noted, Sir," Ken nodded and walked away. Piper had enough of the staff's wandering stare by the time Ken arrived at the store. Despite their polite persona, it appeared as if they were all laughing at her while she wasn't looking. Piper would have left the store without hesitation if it hadn't been for the tape in the hands of the store manager, but she couldn't now. "Miss Reed, Miss Perez..." Ken nodded to the ladies and proceeded to pay the bill. Piper stepped over and glared arrogantly at the personnel. "I'm a Reed, so of course, I can afford this stuff. Despite the fact that I had just left my money at home, my brother instantly sent someone." "Miss Reed, the products have been wrapped up for you. Should we transport them to your car?" The store manager gently inquired. Piper motioned with her hand. "Of course—" "Wait." Ken extended his hand. "Please send the items to Miss Ivy's address. Send it to Morgan Corporation if you don't have her address." "What exactly do you mean?" Piper was taken aback and looked at him. "How come you're sending it to Ivy? This is my stuff!" Alice, who was standing nearby, was also taken aback. "This is Piper's stuff," she replied, her smile stiffening. "Ivy has already handed it over to Piper and has left."

Ken smiled politely and detachedly. "This is the President's directive. I'm just doing what he says." He nodded as he looked at the store manager. The store manager took immediate action. The person who paid for the products got the last say. Alice's face darkened as she clenched her hands. Piper yelled and stamped her feet in rage. "How could she do that?! Ivy set me! Even my brother is refusing to help me." She wanted to phone Wyatt for confirmation, but he didn't answer. On the other hand, Windy and Ivy carried an ice cream cone and returned to Ivy's office. Windy even called Agatha on the way to inform her of what had just occurred. "I've already arranged your clothing for tonight," Agatha hissed, "All you have to do is show up. Also, what are you two thinking about going to my house dressed in the clothes of another designer? Isn't that a slap in the face?" she added. Ivy and Windy remained silent. Agatha Hart was one of the few who started a business initially. She came from a wealthy family, yet she did not rely on her family's wealth to reach her current success. Agatha used to always point out fashion faux pas on the street. She then traveled to Europe to train. She later returned to Albany to launch her own business, Embrace. Agatha's adventures were legendary! Agatha was a strong independent lady who was very competent and determined, which many others found terrifying. On the other hand, Agatha was Ivy and Windy's bestie and the same little child they knew back then. Ivy coughed slightly and attempted to reason her way out of this scenario. "Uhm… We were only trying to make you shine a little brighter!" "Keep it. Tonight, you two had better be on time! Or else… you'll face my wrath," Agatha threatened. Ivy and Windy exchanged glances. The receptionist called out to Ivy as they approached the lobby of Morgan Corporation. "Miss Ivy, someone sent something." Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Ivy approached, puzzled, and noticed the simple yet beautiful box bearing the recognized brand insignia. Windy lowered her gaze and took one of the bags. “Huh? Aren’t these the products you just bought at the store?” It is. These garments appeared to be very familiar. Ivy puzzledly frowned. Didn’t Piper come in and buy them? How did these end up here? “The store manager personally sent them over indicating that Mr. Reed already pays for these,” the receptionist stated. Wyatt? Ivy’s eyes drooped slightly. He must have done it for the emerald pipe, I think, but I don’t appreciate it, she pondered. Windy gave a frigid laugh. “Wyatt Reed? What exactly does he intend by this?” Ivy raised her head nonchalantly. “Please get these and send them to Reed Corporation.” The receptionist was taken aback because she had assumed Ivy was reuniting with Wyatt Reed. It looked like that didn’t appear to be happening anytime soon. “Of course, ma’am.” The receptionist lowered her gaze and summoned the courier. “Just keep it if he’s willing to be an idiot. It’ll irritate Piper Reed and Alice Perez!” Windy proposed. Ivy smiled as she gazed at her. “I can’t afford to wear what he offers me, and I don’t want to owe him money!” Wyatt hasn’t taken the initiative to give her any gifts during their three years of marriage. Now he’s attempting to be acerbic following our divorce? Isn’t he absurd? Windy cocked his brow. “Well,” she shrugs, “you’re correct.” Ken sighed as the things were returned to Wyatt, then grudgingly proceeded to the President’s office. Ken came to the door and knocked. “President…” Wyatt jerked his head up. His eyes were icy. “What exactly is it?” “The products sent to Morgan Corporation were returned to us,” Ken looked at Wyatt, who grimaced glumly, and said, “I fear Miss Ivy might not like these. Why would Miss Ivy give it up to Miss Reed if

she didn’t have to?” Ken didn’t want to deliver the gifts to Ivy again, knowing full well that she didn’t want anything from Wyatt. It would be a waste of time. Wyatt paused briefly and averted his sight. “Then forget about it.” Ivy, after all, did not put up with anyone following her divorce. Ken sighed and exhaled a sigh of relief. “Then the clothes?” Wyatt says, “just send them to Piper.” “Yes, Sir,” Ken replied. When the clothing was delivered to the Reed Mansion, Piper’s mood, which had recently improved, suddenly deteriorated. She became irritated, jolted up, and raised her voice. “What exactly is this?! Why am I receiving what Ivy doesn’t want? Am I a garbage can?” Alice’s face tensed as she observed. She clenched her teeth as she glanced at the expensive clothes, suppressing the waves of wrath that surged from the bottom of her heart. “It’s okay,” she gently reassured Piper, “Ivy was undoubtedly aware that she had not paid for goods and was too embarrassed to accept it. It required a lot of effort on my part to entrust someone with getting the tickets to tonight’s show. Let’s just wear these because they’re appropriate for our identity.” Piper could only put up with it because the tickets were so scarce. Despite numerous attempts through various avenues, none of the high-society ladies in their circle received an invitation to this fashion show. On the other hand, Hart, the mysterious designer, only did things to her taste. The ability to obtain invitations to this concert became a status symbol among the elite circle. As a result, Piper was thrilled when she found out Alice had gotten them tickets. Piper planned to share a picture on social media once they got into the fashion show so that others would envy her. I must be the most beautiful person there! Piper pondered. Alice understood that going to this event was Piper’s goal, so she sought out her uncle. The latter contacted Duke Elrod and sought out Lawrence Albert’s former colleagues to obtain these tickets.

Alice exploited all of her contacts and put in a lot of work to impress Piper Reed as a stepping stone into the Reed family.