"Thank you, Mr. Blackwood."
Ivy Kensington lowered her gaze and expressed gratitude.
Sebastian Blackwood looked at her indifferently and mocked, "In such a place of fleeting pleasures, count how many times I’ve helped you."
Apart from places , did she really have nowhere else to go?
If Julian Hawthorne hadn’t invited him out tonight and he hadn’t heard her voice by chance, she wouldn’t even know how she would’ve died.
Ivy blushed at his words but retorted, "Isn’t Mr. Blackwood here all the time too?"
So they’re alike in this regard.
Sebastian Blackwood snorted coldly, "Sharp-tongued."
Ivy didn’t respond further. She knew well tonight’s incident was Florence Huxley’s attempt to harm her, which backfired. Thus, she wouldn’t go back to help her; she deserved it.
Thinking this, Ivy prepared to leave.
But Sebastian Blackwood pulled her arm, "Going where?"
Then, he took her into his own private room.
Inside the room, Julian Hawthorne was also present.
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The incident at the Hawthorne family’s hillside was already over, and Julian Hawthorne wasn’t someone who bore grudges. He had heard from Sebastian that Ivy had given a highly effective medicinal herb as compensation.
Most importantly, Nina Shaw was safe and sound; otherwise, this matter wouldn’t be settled.
"Young Master Hawthorne."
Ivy politely responded.
Julian Hawthorne glanced at her, "Do you know how to play cards?"
Julian Hawthorne laughed, "Perfect, why don’t you guess who will win at the table?"
Ivy: "..." She said she didn’t know how to play, so why did he ask her to guess the winner?
Sebastian Blackwood sat at the upper side and, upon hearing this, glanced over at Ivy, signaling her to answer.
Ivy touched her nose, she really couldn’t tell, but after thinking a bit, she pointed at Sebastian Blackwood.
Among the people at this table, Sebastian was the one she knew a little.
Julian Hawthorne lamented, "Then you’re bound to lose; Brother Blackwood has lost everything tonight."
Indeed, Sebastian hadn’t won a single time tonight.
Ivy curiously looked his way; was his skill really that bad?
Sebastian Blackwood didn’t offer any explanation, just chuckled lowly, somewhat indifferent.
Then in that round, Ivy watched as Sebastian, with a hand full of small cards, made an impressive comeback!
Julian Hawthorne: "..." He had been deceived again.
Grinding his teeth, he said, "Let’s play another round."
Sebastian Blackwood had won enough to recover his previous losses in that single game and lost interest.
Julian Hawthorne, undeterred, said, "Ivy, go take the car keys from his pocket, don’t let him leave."
Take Master Blackwood’s car keys?
Ivy pressed her lips tightly, feeling a bit hesitant.
Sebastian Blackwood remained relaxed against the back of his chair and didn’t say a word, seeming to let her decide for herself.
"Come on, Ivy," Julian said, urging her.
Only then did Ivy reach out, cautiously extending her hand towards the pocket of his trousers.
The dark-colored suit pants wrapped around the man’s strong thighs; as her hand reached in, she felt the solid strength, causing her to gulp, wanting to quickly end this silent torment.
The lighter shade in Sebastian’s eyes unconsciously deepened; the woman’s hand seemed to be deliberately teasing.
His Adam’s apple rolled, and he clasped Ivy’s hand.
His voice was somewhat hoarse.
Ivy snapped back to reality and hurriedly retreated as Sebastian stood up quickly and walked out without looking back.
Seeing this, Ivy also followed briskly.
As soon as they left, the smile on Julian Hawthorne’s face gradually faded.
He felt that Brother Blackwood was genuinely moved by this woman, but if that were the case, what about Nina... she was about to return to the country soon.