As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp-eyed servant immediately brought over the shoes that Claire Crowley usually wore.
It was a pair of boots that Claire normally wore when gardening, and the soil on them hadn’t even been cleaned off.
Sophie Sullivan saw this and immediately put on a show-watching attitude: "Go on, lick them, don’t make a pitiful face. We’re not the ones bullying you!"
After saying this, Sophie even had someone start a live stream, allowing more people to watch Ivy Kensington licking the shoes.
Ivy Kensington playfully glanced at the shoes brought over by the servant, and then made a phone call.
Sophie, seeing her making a call, thought she was calling for help and quickly waved her hand, trying to knock Ivy’s phone away, but: "Ah..."
Sophie cried out in pain and with a strong push, she was shoved to the ground by Ivy, landing right on those mud-caked boots. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel~fire~net
Sophie was on the verge of collapsing.
Damn it, doesn’t that bitch know how much this evening gown cost?!
Nearly seven digits, and it was borrowed. Now it’s ruined , how is she going to return it!
"Claire, Ivy isn’t keeping her bet and is bullying me, you’ve got to stand up for me, sob sob..."
Sophie rubbed her eyes and started crying.
Claire Crowley despised Sophie’s noisy nature deep down, but Ivy bullying Sophie was a slap to her face.
"Miss Kensington, you’re being unreasonable. Someone, help Sophie up, and make Miss Kensington fulfill the bet!"
As soon as Claire finished speaking, servants came over to Ivy, holding down her hands.
"Miss Kensington, lick the shoes!"
They were determined to make Ivy lick the shoes.
Ivy looked at Claire with a slight smile and said, "Miss Crowley, just a kind reminder, you better call your father once more."
Claire kept a stern face, "Miss Kensington, stop stalling here, the banquet is starting soon, my father doesn’t have time for such trivial matters."
The implication being, Ivy Kensington wasn’t important enough to warrant another call!
With those words, Ivy nodded, as if she really was going to lick the shoes.
Sophie, seeing this, felt a rush of relief!
Ivy, this tramp, how would she ever show face in the circle of young ladies in Celestia again? After today, she’d become nothing but a joke.
But just then—"This is absurd!"
Mayor Crowley hurried out, and upon seeing his servants holding Ivy’s arms, nearly had his heart jump out of his chest.
"Outrageous, who allowed you to treat Miss Kensington !"
Claire hadn’t expected the Mayor to actually come over, much less to show such concern for Ivy, leaving her momentarily dumbstruck.
Once she reacted, she quickly said, "Dad, why are you out here?"
The Mayor glanced at her and felt a flicker of anger.
This daughter truly was only capable of making things worse!
At this critical moment in his re-election campaign as Mayor, she dared to provoke Ivy.
What kind of person is Ivy Kensington?
Not to mention she’s Sebastian Blackwood’s ex-wife, even if she’s just an ex-wife, out of respect for Master Blackwood, no one would dare lay a hand on her.
Furthermore, she’s the heiress of the Ford Family; he had heard Theodore Ford was considering handing over the Ford Group to Ivy, making her the future leader of the group.
Moreover, Ivy had previously distinguished herself at the Herbalist Association’s awards ceremony by proving it’s she who developed the first phase of the Datura project.
Now, she was practically the guest of honor at the Herbalist Association!
Thinking of this, the Mayor felt a wave of dread, knowing that if Ivy were to be troubled at the Crowley house today, it would be the Crowley family who wouldn’t survive tomorrow!
"Hurry up, apologize to Miss Kensington!"
Quick on his feet, Mayor Crowley grabbed Claire’s hand, urging her to apologize to Ivy.
Sophie was the first to object: "Uncle Crowley, you must be mistaken! It’s Ivy who should apologize!"