"Is it Master Blackwood?"
Florence Huxley had called reporters tonight to capture Ivy Kensington and Keith Taylor’s affair, but she didn’t expect to run into Sebastian Blackwood here.
Suddenly, she was overjoyed.
Dahlia Kensington, that useless girl, got kicked out of the Blackwood family, and she wasn’t any worse than Dahlia. Maybe Master Blackwood would take a liking to her too.
Florence Huxley boldly said, "Master Blackwood, I’ve gotten my clothes wet, could you do me a favor?"
As she spoke, Florence Huxley lowered her neckline.
She didn’t believe a man wouldn’t be tempted by this.
However, Sebastian Blackwood didn’t even spare her a glance, his voice cold as a blizzard: "Scram!"
Florence Huxley was so frightened she shivered, her dreams of becoming Mrs. Blackwood suddenly halved. She hurriedly said, "I’m sorry, Master Blackwood, I’ll leave immediately."
The Maybach window closed, and it sped off instantly.
Florence Huxley was left eating dust, but deep down she was very envious.
She really didn’t know who the woman secretly married to Master Blackwood was, to have such good fortune!
Collecting herself, Florence Huxley quickly headed upstairs.
Estimating the time, Keith Taylor and Ivy Kensington should be finished, and now it was time for the reporters to make their entrance.
Keith Taylor was in heaven, he didn’t expect Ivy Kensington to be so skilled.
Just as he was considering going another round, "Bang!" the door to the room was suddenly kicked open!
"Click, click, click—"
The flashlights almost lit up the entire room.
Keith Taylor hurriedly used the blanket to cover Ivy Kensington in his arms; such a beauty could only be seen by him.
"Young Master Taylor, is your engagement with the Langley Family over, and is the woman in your arms your new favorite?"
The reporter’s question made Keith Taylor think of Sharon Langley’s face, and he suddenly felt a chill as he fiercely said, "That ugly duckling, Sharon Langley? This young master wouldn’t even look at her!"
Florence Huxley mixed in with the crowd, ha, that slut Ivy Kensington still wanted to hide under the blanket? Dream on!
The next second, Florence Huxley seized the opportunity to yank the blanket away, "Ah!"
A strange shriek sounded.
Keith Taylor was stunned, this didn’t sound right...
"Young Master Taylor, I’m so scared."
The person he was holding suddenly jumped onto Keith Taylor, calling out coyly.
Or more specifically, looked like a transgender person.
All the reporters were dumbfounded.
Keith Taylor was stunned, "Who are you? I don’t know you!"
The person in his arms hit his chest, "You’re so bad, you were just calling me sweetie."
A reporter couldn’t hold back and gagged.
This Taylor family heir has some serious tastes!
Calling a big, strong man around six feet tall "sweetie."
Florence Huxley couldn’t believe it, her eyes widened.
How could it not be Ivy Kensington?
She had made sure with her own eyes that Ivy Kensington entered the room!
"Who, who orchestrated all of this tonight?"
The Ivy Kensington he thought he had in his grasp was replaced by a big man, and now it was all recorded by reporters; Keith Taylor was on the brink of collapse.
If he found out who did this, he would definitely destroy them!
With the situation out of control, Florence Huxley’s first reaction was to run immediately.
If Keith Taylor found out she called the reporters...
But just as she turned to flee, someone pushed her from behind, loudly saying, "Young Master Taylor, she’s the one who called the reporters for you, you should thank her."
Keith Taylor’s eyes were blazing with fury, this vile woman had truly ruined him!
"Wretch, I’m going to kill you!"
Keith Taylor’s rage was overwhelming, he grabbed Florence Huxley and slapped her.
Florence Huxley pleaded, "Young Master Taylor, it wasn’t me, this has nothing to do with me..."
But thinking about what he had done with a man for so long, Keith Taylor was about to explode with anger, only using Florence Huxley as a scapegoat!
"Click, click, click—"
The reporters quickly took everything down, this could end up on bizarre news, a great opportunity for traffic.
Ivy Kensington gave Florence Huxley a push and slipped out, seeing an extra one million in her account, she kept her achievements and fame to herself.
Florence Huxley wanted to scheme against her and the apothecary, but her skills weren’t up to the task, and now she was reaping what she’d sown!
However, in the next second, a large hand quickly grabbed her waist, and she was dragged into the room across the way! Official source is novel[f]ire.net