If Sebastian Blackwood hadn’t shadowed her for several rounds, how could Warren Yorke so easily trust her.
Sebastian Blackwood’s expression remained cold, unaffected by Ivy Kensington’s words.
Tonight, he did see another side of this woman.
She’s got a knack for playing with people’s hearts!
With Sebastian Blackwood by his side, Warren Yorke couldn’t bring himself to strike.
Ivy Kensington wasn’t wrong; Sebastian Blackwood did subtly fan the flames. If he hit Ivy, wouldn’t it also be a slap in Sebastian’s face?
Even with a million guts, he wouldn’t dare!
Warren Yorke gritted his teeth and said, "Let’s just put this matter to rest!"
Ivy Kensington said, "Did Young Master Yorke forget that if you lost, you have to sign a renewal contract with The Ford Group?"
There were three rounds in total, and although Warren Yorke won the first two,
in the final round, Ivy Kensington turned the tables and won several times more than what he had in the previous rounds, resulting in a humiliating loss for Warren Yorke!
Warren Yorke’s face turned ashen, this vile woman still wanted him to sign the contract, dream on!
He might say the words, but acting on them was up to him.
"Miss Kensington, I just..."
Before he could finish saying he wouldn’t honor his word, Ivy Kensington deftly pulled out her phone and opened a recording, "Sorry, Young Master Yorke, while talking to you earlier, I accidentally hit record, and without noticing, posted it online. Netizens are all waiting for you to honor your bet."
She had long guessed he wouldn’t keep his promise and completely blocked his next move!
Warren Yorke’s face turned green, this vile woman played every step with calculation; he was trapped at every turn!
"Young Master Yorke, just sign it. After all, you don’t want this to affect Aeterna Pharmaceuticals’ credibility, do you?"
Ivy Kensington smiled, producing the prepared renewal contract.
Once the contract was signed, even if Aeterna Pharmaceuticals wanted to break it later, they’d have to pay a hefty penalty, a cost they couldn’t afford.
Warren Yorke’s teeth nearly shattered!
"Fine, I’ll sign the contract, as promised to Miss Kensington."
With those words, Warren Yorke nearly poked several holes in the paper in front of him.
Ivy Kensington secured the contract, still smiling sweetly, "Young Master Yorke, looking forward to our collaboration."
Warren Yorke only found her smile exceptionally piercing. His eyes darkened as he poured a glass of wine.
"Miss Kensington, now that the contract is signed, we must have a drink to celebrate, right?"
Ivy Kensington’s eyes narrowed in sudden alertness.
Could Warren Yorke be so kind-hearted?
Regardless, she couldn’t refuse this drink.
If she did, Warren Yorke would have an excuse to act out.
Ivy Kensington could only accept the glass, taking a sip with her teeth gritted, "Thank you, Young Master Yorke."
"To our collaboration."
Warren Yorke smiled menacingly, raised his glass, and clinked it against Ivy Kensington’s.
"Master Blackwood, Young Master Hawthorne, Attorney Pei, until next time."
Warren Yorke finally bid farewell to the three, and left.
With her goal of renewing the contract achieved tonight, Ivy Kensington knew that with Sebastian Blackwood’s disdain, she didn’t plan to stay much longer, and was about to leave when she heard Sebastian Blackwood’s phone ringing.
The man’s voice, cold all evening, noticeably softened with a touch of affection as he answered.
Ivy Kensington clearly heard it, a pang of bitterness spreading from her heart.
Now, his gentleness would never be for her again.
She didn’t dare to listen to the rest, her strategic maneuvering of Warren Yorke suddenly crumbled. She nearly fled from the place, her silhouette looking lonely and a bit pitiful.