Ivy Kensington nodded, "Yeah, if a man is all looks and no use, why not divorce him? Keep him around for New Year’s?"
He won’t care for his wife, and has no vision, only knows how to protect his mistresses outside...
If this isn’t useless, then what is it?
Ivy mused to herself.
The two of them talked on and off, not realizing someone had started a livestream; those words were heard by the whole internet!
Suddenly, the whole network exploded.
#Master BlackwoodIsUseless#
#MasterBlackwoodAllLooksNoUse#
#TheRealReasonForDivorceBetweenMasterBlackwoodAndIvyKensingtonRevealed!#
Various topics kept emerging, even dragging the Blackwood Group into the trending list.
Julian Hawthorne and Miles Pierce were the first to see this news, almost drowning in their own saliva from shock.
They couldn’t help but recall the last time at the Gold Splendor, when Sebastian Blackwood had called a woman into the private room, only to come out in less than ten minutes, and were immediately stunned.
Oh hell, could Master Blackwood really have some problem?
Julian couldn’t hold back any longer and immediately went on WeChat, started a group chat, forwarded the trending topic to the group, and tagged Sebastian Blackwood: [Brother Blackwood, I know a great men’s health doctor here, want me to introduce him to you?]
Sebastian Blackwood: [Are you sick?]
Miles Pierce: [Brother Blackwood, your ex-wife is having a blast, look, she’s surrounded by dozens of toy boys.] ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel[f]ire.net
It wasn’t until then that Sebastian clicked into the trending topic Julian had sent. In the livestream video, Ivy was indeed having a great time, and the young guys beside her were calling her sister one after another.
Instantly, the man’s handsome features turned grim.
Not only defaming him, but also surrounded by a bunch of boy toys!
Sebastian Blackwood: [Address.]
He wanted to see if she dared to say these things to his face!
Ivy was already completely drunk, and Sharon Langley, seeing this, was about to tell the group of boys to leave first, when suddenly a commotion erupted at the bar entrance.
"Is that Master Blackwood? Master Blackwood actually came!"
The surrounding people exclaimed in surprise.
A sinister and cold voice rang out, and Sebastian Blackwood’s tall figure soon appeared in everyone’s view.
The man wore a black trench coat, with broad shoulders, and his dark hair was slightly tousled by the night wind. His presence was intimidating, and his command to clear the place frightened everyone so much they quickly fled.
Sharon Langley was also startled by Sebastian Blackwood’s sudden appearance.
"Ivy, wake up, we need to leave now."
She patted Ivy’s face, but Ivy only shook her head and turned to continue hugging the young man beside her, mumbling, "Not going, it’s comfortable hugging."
Sebastian Blackwood walked in, seeing Ivy clinging to another man and refusing to let go.
It looked like she was even planning to go home with him tonight.
Instantly, his already icy demeanor became even more unfathomable, and his pale lips curled into a dangerous smile as he cast a cold gaze at Ivy.
"Ivy Kensington, you have three seconds to get over here."
His voice was deep, clearly about to lose his temper.
Ivy, hearing someone call her name, struggled to open her eyes and looked over, pausing for a half-second, then shook her head, "Who do you think you are, why should I go over to you."
After saying that, she hugged the young man beneath her even tighter.
"Keep chatting with me, and I’ll give you money, lots and lots of money."
"Youth is great, fair-skinned and beautiful, unlike some people, almost thirty, just an old man, still thinking he’s in demand..."