Ivy Kensington didn’t want Tiffany Leighton to be involved in this matter, she shook her head, "It’s nothing, Tiffany don’t worry, go back and rest well."
Hearing this, Tiffany Leighton didn’t ask further, she bought Ivy Kensington some food and returned to the Leighton family.
In the following days, the wound on Ivy Kensington’s collarbone slowly scabbed over, and the eagle emblem completely disappeared.
That day, Blackwood Group called Ivy Kensington: "Miss Kensington, please settle the penalty fee for canceling the endorsement within three days."
The endorsement with Blackwood Group, due to Ivy Kensington’s failure to complete the shoot on time, caused some loss, and according to the contract, this loss must be borne by Ivy Kensington, a whole 150,000!
Even counting the prize money from the competition, Ivy Kensington couldn’t afford it.
If she couldn’t afford it, she would have to go to court with Blackwood Group, and Ivy Kensington didn’t stand a chance. She had no choice but to reply, "Okay, I’ll settle it on time."
"Mommy, for the past few days, Great Grandma wanted me to go play at her place, so you don’t have to worry too much about taking care of me!"
After hanging up the phone, Ronnie ran over, speaking in his childish voice. Content originally comes from novęlfire.net
These days Ronnie could tell that Ivy Kensington stuck close to her, like she was worried something would happen to her.
But Ronnie wasn’t afraid, if a bad person came, she’d hit them, a pair came, she’d beat them both!
If she couldn’t beat them, she could run away, the most important thing was that she didn’t want to become a burden to Mommy.
Ivy Kensington was sincerely grateful to Old Madam Blackwood, Ronnie was much safer at the Blackwood Estate.
After Ronnie left for the Blackwood Estate, Ivy Kensington hurried to Glittering Glory.
She found temporary work here selling alcohol, and if she worked hard for three days, she should be able to cobble together the money.
Sebastian Blackwood and Julian Hawthorne were already at Glittering Glory, the room was crowded with people, mostly CEOs from various companies.
Having spent two years messing around abroad, Julian Hawthorne, already a reckless person, was having a blast, holding women on either side: "Brother Blackwood, are you really so devoted to your young wife, that you won’t even pick a girl to play with?"
Julian Hawthorne couldn’t comprehend it: "Young girls have such delicate skin, just looking at them brightens the mood."
Sebastian Blackwood sat indifferently deep inside the long sofa, responding disdainfully, "Not interested."
"Seems like your young wife has some skills," Julian Hawthorne teased, "Even when she’s not around, she’s keeping you in line, straight up losing interest in women."
Sebastian Blackwood simply chuckled.
She didn’t have that skill.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened a gap, a clean little face peeked in, "Excuse me, is anyone interested in buying some alcohol? I have many kinds here, if needed, I can introduce them in detail."
This was one of the many rooms Ivy Kensington opened, most had rejected her, she’d only sold a few orders.
People said everyone in this room was wealthy, but scared of offending due to their high status, so no one dared to come in. Ivy Kensington, driven by the need for money, came in first to try.
Julian Hawthorne’s eyes lit up immediately, "This young girl is pretty."
As soon as he finished speaking, he beckoned, "Come, come, quickly come in, I’ll buy your alcohol!"
Ivy Kensington was stunned, immediately overjoyed, it looked like she’d have a big sale tonight.
As soon as she entered, a man’s cold gaze fell upon her, she looked up, Sebastian Blackwood?!
The stare made Ivy Kensington’s scalp tingle, she instinctively wanted to run, but then she thought she didn’t do anything wrong, why should she feel guilty every time she saw him, so she acted as if she didn’t know him and started introducing her wine list.
Sebastian Blackwood’s gaze chilled. She’d just bailed on the Blackwood Group and was now pretending not to know him?
Julian Hawthorne’s intent to buy alcohol was false, he really wanted to tease Ivy Kensington, other CEOs in the room noticed her too, some were already getting lustful.
This wine seller was more attractive than the girls they’d ordered!
"Wine seller, come over and pour me a glass, if it’s good, I’ll buy it."
One portly, balding older CEO suddenly spoke to Ivy Kensington.
Ivy Kensington wanted to sell more wine, so she went over and poured him a glass, she didn’t expect this CEO to directly grab her wrist, pulled out a wad of cash, slapped it on the table, then spilled the wine between his legs.
Pervert: "Kneel down and lick it clean, the money is all yours, and I’ll give you a few extra thousand."