Ivy was stunned and asked, "Why? I’m eligible to participate in the competition..."
But before she could finish her sentence, the call was abruptly ended.
Ivy immediately rushed to the school to inquire about the reason.
"Our competition is in partnership with the Blackwood Group. There’s no issue on the school’s side; it’s probably the Blackwood Group that has disqualified you."
Hearing this, Ivy was completely confused.
Why on earth would the Blackwood Group disqualify her from the competition?
At this moment, Celia Spence walked up to Ivy with a sneer and said, "Ivy, your personal life is a mess, acting recklessly and getting pregnant before marriage. The Blackwood Group canceling your qualification actually did you a favor!"
Celia and Ivy never got along because Ivy always had an edge over her.
This time, Celia finally felt triumphant, as winning the competition was certainly hers!
Ivy couldn’t be bothered with her. She simply took a cab to the Blackwood Group, intending to ask Sebastian directly why her qualification was revoked.
But when she arrived at the reception, she was immediately stopped.
"I’m sorry, without an appointment, Master Blackwood is not someone just anyone can meet."
The receptionist looked at Ivy’s shabby clothing, without a single decent brand, and almost sneered contemptuously.
It was then that Ivy realized she’d underestimated the situation. Indeed, someone like Sebastian was not someone she could meet easily...
As she pondered what to do, Tiffany Leighton called.
"Ivy, why isn’t your name on the school’s participant list?"
Ivy briefly explained the situation, to which Tiffany replied, "Wait for me, I’ll be there soon."
Soon enough, Tiffany arrived at the Blackwood Group.
"This damn receptionist looking down on people!"
Tiffany cursed first and then suddenly noticed an advertisement on the building opposite.
It was a photo of Dahlia Kensington, who attended The Film Academy and had gained some popularity in the past two years, even landing a few small ads.
Tiffany clapped her hands, "Got it!"
Ivy looked at her reflection, now resembling Dahlia Kensington, and hesitated, "Is this really going to work?"
"Of course it will. From now on, you’re Mrs. Blackwood!"
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Without caring if Ivy was conflicted, Tiffany boldly led her inside.
"We’re here to see Master Blackwood." Tiffany declared. Seeing the receptionist’s hesitation, she slammed the desk and pointed at Ivy, "This is Mrs. Blackwood. If you dare delay, you’ll be out of a job in a minute!"
Tiffany was even more overbearing than the snobbish receptionist.
Ivy: "..." feeling embarrassed.
The receptionist had never seen the true face of Mrs. Blackwood, Dahlia Kensington, and didn’t dare make a decision.
At this moment, the exclusive elevator for Sebastian opened, and Master Blackwood came down.
The receptionist immediately ran to Owen Rhodes: "Special Assistant Rhodes, there’s a woman here claiming to be Mrs. Blackwood wanting to see Master Blackwood."
Owen glanced over. After what happened yesterday, Master Blackwood hadn’t explicitly said anything, but Owen understood that he was disappointed in Dahlia Kensington. Therefore, he was deliberately keeping himself busy with company affairs and avoiding going back to the Blackwood family.
So now, "Dahlia Kensington" was here to plead with Master Blackwood?
Owen knew Master Blackwood had no desire to see Dahlia right now and was about to find an excuse to send her away. Unexpectedly, "Dahlia Kensington" suddenly rushed over and fell straight into Sebastian’s arms...