The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 201

Avery Lamour sat with her head bowed. Her cheeks were flushed. “M-Mr. Reed is fond of Ms. Morgan. I can’t help myself...” What could Avery possibly have in common with Ivy Morgan? Ivy was the sun, and Avery was a speck of dust. Joy Lamour gave a cold snort. “Can’t help yourself? Isn’t your mother a harlot? Did she not teach you anything before she died? Can’t you find other ways to steal his heart if he doesn’t like you?” Avery was pushed back against the wall by Joy. Her head smacked against the wall, making a dull sound. It was a shame about her. Ivy stood there, sympathizing with Avery Lamour, but this feeling quickly faded. ‘What does it have to do with me in the first place?’ Ivy pondered. Ivy heard Avery’s scream in the next second. “My clothes!” Joy’s expression was cold as she poured water from the cleaner’s bucket on the side over Avery. Joy was both resentful and content. Avery was completely submerged in filthy water. She stood there despondently, leaning against the wall and hugging herself angrily. Her sobs made her appear even more depressed. “How am I going to get out later?” Everyone at Duke’s birthday party was a socialite or a trust fund kid with a lot of money. If Avery appeared in such a deplorable state, she would undoubtedly be mocked and would be unable to participate in that circle in the future. Joy let out a cold, shrill, and harsh laugh. “Why don’t you seek assistance from Wyatt Reed? Isn’t this your opportunity?” Joy was pushing her up against the wall. Ivy frowned and considered whether to assist Avery when she noticed Wyatt out of the corner of her eye. Wyatt was relaxedly conversing with Duke on the other end of the line. ‘Oh well, Avery is such a pitiful little girl. I might as well lend her a helping hand.’

Ivy noticed the situation and waved to him. “Wyatt Reed, someone is looking for you here.” Wyatt was no longer in the mood to talk to Duke as soon as he saw Ivy. He turned around and wheeled himself over. Duke was speechless and felt abandoned once more. “Why am I always the one who gets dumped?” He then proceeded to push Wyatt’s wheelchair, and they went to inspect it together. Duke was perplexed as to why Ivy was looking for Wyatt. The two sisters inside completely lost their voices when Ivy opened her mouth. Ivy didn’t hide on purpose, so Avery and Joy must have seen her. She didn’t mind and retreated to the far end of the long corridor. Wyatt’s expression was gentle. “Are you looking for me?” Ivy shook her head and pointed carelessly to the corridor. “That person is looking for you, not me.” She then strutted away in her heels. She was only able to do so much. Ivy’s departure surprised both Duke and Wyatt. Wyatt wrinkled his brow and looked at Duke, motioning him to come over and take a look. ‘What on earth is going on inside?’ Duke was also intrigued. They approached a soft and frail woman who was completely drenched and hugging herself as she squatted in the corner. She was shivering and crying, looking miserable as she tried to undress, or shivering and crying, poking herself so miserable that she couldn’t suppress her sobs. She appeared as wretched as a wet dog. The bathroom was directly across from her, and no one was there. If something like this happened at Duke’s birthday party, he had no idea how to explain it. For a brief moment, Duke was stunned and turned to face Wyatt. “Wyatt, this...” Could it be Ivy who just walked away from here? She could do such things. Wyatt’s expression was gloomy and sullen. He immediately recognized her as Gil Lamour’s

daughter, Avery Lamour. He was uninterested in learning how Avery came to be this way. What irritated him was Ivy’s request for him to come over while Avery Lamour was present. ‘How does it have anything to do with me?’ Wyatt pondered. The two men remained motionless. Duke was married, so he had no reason to associate with a dripping wet woman. Wyatt simply did not care. For a full minute, the air was deafeningly quiet. The tears had made Avery’s eyes swollen. She squatted and refused to stand. With pitiful eyes, she turned her head to look at Wyatt. “Would you please help me...” Avery Lamour was soaked through and shivering. That pitiful expression was unbearable. For a brief moment, the air was deafeningly quiet. Duke exhaled a deep sigh of relief. ‘Fortunately, it’s not aimed at me.’ Wyatt’s eyes were cold and heavy. His gaze was not drawn to the woman in question. His thin lips were pursed tightly. His face was dark and cold, but he had a sad expression. His soul had long since left him, along with a certain someone. There was a lot of laughter in the banquet hall. Who could have predicted that such a scene would take place in this location? Duke subconsciously touched Wyatt’s back, unsure what to do. Wyatt cocked his brow slightly. Duke sneezed. “Wyatt, take a look at this.” Avery Lamour sobbed uncontrollably as she gazed mournfully at Wyatt. Wyatt’s voice was as cold as ice. “It’s your party. Don’t bother asking me.” Duke went completely still.” “No, but wasn’t she with you just now?” Wyatt gave Duke a stern look. “We’re not acquainted.” Wyatt wheeled himself away without looking back, leaving them behind. Duke became immobile. He was at a loss for what to do for a brief moment. Avery cried even louder and appeared even sadder. “Could you please lend me a jacket? I need to hang my clothes to dry.” Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Okay. There’s a vacant room upstairs. Go up there and sort it out.” Duke couldn’t find a waiter, so he had to take off his suit jacket for her. He stood at the end of the long corridor and threw his jacket over his shoulders. He didn’t dare to approach her because he could tell she wasn’t a simple person. Duke didn’t want to get into any kind of trouble. Ivy lowered her head and discussed the next step in their project with Marco. Marco lowered his voice and clinked her glass. “Mr. Reed is coming this way.” Ivy looked up to see Wyatt sitting alone in his wheelchair. Avery Lamour was not present. Wyatt appeared to have thrown her to Duke. It was unfortunate that Avery did not take advantage of the opportunity. Wyatt’s expression was cold and angry. Duke caught up quickly. He pushed Wyatt’s wheelchair to Ivy’s side and turned to face Marco, who was standing next to Ivy. “What a coincidence, Mr. Seely!” he said with a smile. “I’d like to seek your advice on a few matters. Why don’t we have a chat over there?” Duke motioned with his finger in a specific direction. It would be impolite to refuse Duke’s invitation, so Marco agreed after only two seconds of hesitation. Ivy sat on the sofa, swirling her glass of grape juice. She smiled at Wyatt as if nothing were wrong. “Is there nothing going on over there, Mr. Reed?” She inquired casually, as if concerned. Wyatt’s eyes became darker. His fingers were gripping the side of his wheelchair. He held his breath as he desperately tried to control his rage. “Did you do it on purpose, Ivy?” Ivy blinked, not sure what he was asking. “Do what on purpose?” “Why did you ask me to go over there, out of all the people?” Wyatt’s demeanor shifted abruptly. He knew the answer was not what he wanted to hear, but he still wanted to run into the tip of the knife and injure himself again. Ivy smiled softly as she lowered her eyes slightly. “I assumed you and Chairman Lamour were acquaintances so that you won’t ignore his daughter.”

Wyatt clearly did not want to hear anymore, even though Ivy did not say so explicitly. “I’ve never heard of her!” Word by word, he emphasized. Wyatt’s eyes were astringently reddened as he looked at Ivy. He burst out laughing. “Ivy, you’re an expert at torturing people.”