The Billionaire’s Regret

Ken trailed behind Wyatt, carrying his suitcase. He looked at his boss's dispirited and cold face and couldn't help but think of him in fear. "President, that is Roel's phone..." Roel, the driver who followed them, watched in fear as his few hundred-dollar phones were nearly crushed in Wyatt's grip.

After all, Wyatt had rescued her, so something between them should have changed.Who knew that she would immediately hang up the phone once Ivy heard his name?Wyatt's face was downcast as he deleted the call record and returned the phone to Ken. Wyatt exuded such an unapproachable aura. Ken returned the driver's phone. And then caught up with Wyatt.

"President, the renowned painter Mr. Bernard cordially invites you to this evening's soft opening of his fine art exhibition restaurant."

Morgan's Mansion.

Ivy hummed a tune in her dressing room as she chose an outfit for this evening's banquet. This would be her first public appearance since her return. As a result, she needed to look her best. Wyatt's phone call was a blip. She took it completely in stride.

She desired that Wyatt Reed understand her gratitude, but she would never offer herself to him!

Sebastian was relegated to the living room, where he was forced to watch Ivy parade outfit after outfit like a happy little bird.To access the complete chapters for free, visit Jo bn Ib.com .With the rate at which she was changing, she probably desired to wear the season's latest collections.

'I'm suddenly in the mood to return to work,' Sebastian considered.

Leo had someone bring over the exquisite pink diamond necklace that had been custom-made for him.

The diamonds were large, one-of-a-kind, and priceless.

The necklace was worn with a light pink slim-fit dress that Ivy had recently tried on, emphasizing her slim waist.

Her long locks were untangled and draped lazily behind her back.

Ivy was overjoyed that the dress and necklace coexisted in such a gentle, stunning, and harmonious manner.

Neither was it exaggerated nor was it inappropriate.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. He was slightly taken aback when he saw the necklace.

"Isn't that something for your daughter-in-law?"

Leo gave him a sneering look.

"Only blind people will care about you."

'So, this is the portion that my future wife will receive?!' Sebastian was rendered speechless by his father's contempt.

Ivy innocently blinked her lovely eyes. "Brother," she said softly, "this design is not exclusive to my sisters-in-law, but you should have a sense of crisis."

Sebastian choked on the words he spoke. He rose to his feet and was about to dress to accompany Ivy to the event when Ivy stopped him.

"I will be accompanied by another."

"Who?" Leo and Sebastian communicated in unison, cautiously.

"It was Vince who rescued me on the island."

Sebastian exhaled a sigh of relief. 'Phew, that's just a man-child,' he thought.

Ivy, he believes, would despise this type of man.

Leo nodded meaningfully as if he was quite content with this individual.

"All right, then, obtain Mr. Santos's authorization to send you there."

Mr. Santos responded with a joyful smile from the side.

Ivy was dressed so impeccably that she most emphatically should not drive herself. As a result, she did not decline.

When the sky darkened in the evening, neon lights illuminated the entire city.

Vince Reed looked dapper and handsome in a custom-made suit. Even as he stood there, he had already piqued the interest of numerous females.

Due to the fact that this was a soft opening for the exhibition restaurant, only a select few were invited.

Inside, the furnishings were simple and elegant yet meticulously designed.

It was eerily similar to Mr. Bernard's style.

Vince went to order food while Ivy visited the exhibition hall; when she saw the final painting at the promenade's end, the black and red image struck her so hard that her body stiffened. This was her second encounter with the painting.

Ivy was the stunning woman in the red gown depicted in that painting.

Although the man behind her was unconscious, his features were prominent and striking. Wyatt Reed was the man.

Behind them, the never-ending darkness seemed to swallow everything. A colossal palace door stood in front of her.

Her shoulders were slender, but she appeared strong as she pushed the door open and walked toward the sun. Ivy pressed her lips together.

Mr. Bernard, the renowned painter, had already arrived behind her. He was elderly but vivacious.

"Is it pleasant to stare at yourself?"

Ivy returned the smile and said, "Of course! Not everyone can be as lovely as I am."

"Pfft..." Mr. Bernard gave a cold snort. His gaze was piercing when it fell on that painting. "The photograph you took was taken in that restaurant by someone."

Ivy's eyes darkened slightly as she recalled Wyatt's photo.

"I'm interested in purchasing this painting. Indicate your cost."

Ivy did not want Wyatt Reed to see this painting. Otherwise, there would be an issue.

"This item is not for sale!" The elderly gentleman categorically refused.

Ivy regarded Mr. Bernard with a frown and intended to reason with him.

However, when she turned around, she noticed the man standing nearby, staring with such intensity at her and the painting. His face was frostbitten.

Ivy's heart leaped when she saw Wyatt.

Ivy's body tensed instinctively for a brief moment. It was too late to flee.

Wyatt Reed had already taken a large stride in front of her. He removed the photograph from his pocket. His brow furrowed slightly as he locked his gaze on the painting on the wall.

It was identical. He had a pale face.

"How did...?"

Mr. Bernard cast a casual glance at the photograph in Wyatt's hand and said, "Oh, so it was you who stole my photo."

Wyatt's face was downcast. He cast a glance at Ivy, but she averted her gaze.

Ivy's delicate makeup was stunning. Her long pink gown accentuated her flawless figure in all the right places and enhanced her beauty.

She did not appear as icy as usual but rather softer. He couldn't take his gaze away from her.

Wyatt's eyes grew slightly darker.

"This photograph, Mr. Bernard-"

"Indeed, I took this photograph. This girl dragged you out of that establishment while I was across the street drinking coffee. This is one of the most satisfying pieces I've ever created. Are you interested?"Ivy's previous denial that she was not the person depicted in the painting was rendered invalid by the old man's words.