CHAPTER 858: CHAPTER 535: A DOG CAN’T CHANGE ITS WAYS, STILL PLAYING CHEAP TRICKS HERE

She stepped aside to call Everly. Once connected, she immediately said, "Darling, can you do me a favor?"

"Wow, you want a favor before we’ve even exchanged a word? Okay, tell me, what do you need help with?"

"Can you ask your all-knowing brother to help me find out the license plate number of Glory Construction’s CEO?"

"Is that all?"

Ivy Miller nodded. "Half an hour should be enough, right? If possible, also have him locate where the car is parked now."

"Whoa, what are you up to?"

"It’s a long story, just get me the info first."

"Alright, wait for my call."

After hanging up, Ivy Miller crossed her arms and glanced around. Robert Weston came over from a distance, "What are you up to now?

You’re not calling your husband for help, are you? He’s just a soldier, probably can’t help."

Ivy Miller scoffed. "My husband definitely can, but I don’t plan to involve him in this.

I want to solve this on my own to prove to everyone that I can do it."

"You? Something even the elite in the business department can’t handle, and you think you can?

Alright, that’s quite a joke you’re telling."

Ivy shot him a sideways glance. She must have been crazy to waste words on someone like him.

Right now, she only had one thing to do: find a solution to this annoying problem.

Since she had half an hour to wait, Ivy Miller decided to use the time to call Henry Sullivan.

Coincidentally, Henry was not busy at the moment and answered her call.

"Hey, Uncle."

Her sweet voice was music to Henry Sullivan’s ears: "In a good mood?"

Quite the opposite, actually. But she decided not to tell him, or he’d probably be upset again.

Since she was the one who insisted on going back to work, she had to learn to face the consequences.

"It’s rare for you to pick up during work hours. How could I not be in a good mood?"

"Work hours? Check your phone, it’s already eleven forty. What’s up? Are you working overtime?"

Ivy raised her wrist to look at her super cute watch. It really was eleven forty.

"No overtime, just something came up, so I stepped out.

I’ve been entrusted with a lot at the company, assigned to an emergency problem-solving team.

You should be proud; not just anyone can get in."

Henry Sullivan furrowed his brows: "What strange team is that? Never heard of it before."

Ivy chuckled. "That’s because you don’t work at the company, so you wouldn’t know.

Okay, I’ll leave it at that. I just wanted to hear your voice.

Now that it’s fine, I’ll hang up."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

Ivy nodded, then hung up the phone. Robert Weston stood nearby with disdain. "So you do know how to act all cute."

Ivy shot him another sideways glance without saying a word.

Robert continued, "Ivy, you’re actually a nice person, except for one thing. When we were dating, you were always too tough.

No matter if we were going on dates or eating out, you made all the decisions.

You never acted cute, never cried, and you’d always charge ahead to reason with people no matter the issue.

Even things that had nothing to do with you, you’d step in and help if you saw injustice.

But you probably didn’t realize, acting like that makes the man beside you feel useless."

Ivy glared at him. "Cut the sarcastic crap."

"I’m not being sarcastic; I’m speaking the truth. You need to understand, men want women they can feel protective over.

Not like you, who seems to handle everything on her own.

The reason I cheated with that grad student? It’s not because I liked her more.

I always knew it was you I liked, but she was more delicate.

She’d tell me she was scared when the dorm was empty.

She’d ask me to sit with her in the cafeteria because she felt lonely eating alone, and she’d..."

"Enough, if she was so good, didn’t you still break up with her?"

Ivy shook her head. "Men shouldn’t make excuses for their bad behavior; it only makes you seem worse."

"I didn’t break up with her; I was scared of her. She had severe depression.

She always spoke of how tiring life was, and being with her too long made me contemplate death.

I just wanted to change my lifestyle, and then I happened to meet my current wife.

She... has a good family, acts cute, though she’s a bit domineering, which I didn’t care for."

"A domineering woman who can act cute?"

"In bed, she’s very good, but you... I didn’t even get to experience that."

Ivy glared at him. "You pervert."

"I’m just chatting with you. You were acting all cute with your husband just now.

Thinking back, it seems we haven’t really talked properly since we broke up.

This is the first time I’ve truly spoken my mind, but clearly, you don’t like this topic."

Ivy’s expression turned haughty, "No matter how you try to explain, cheating on me without a word makes you a jerk.

If you had clearly told me you didn’t like my kind of woman.

If you wanted someone cute and obedient, you think I wouldn’t have let you go?

I think sometimes you underestimate me.

I’m not the type who can’t let go, yet you betrayed me while we were dating.

That’s why I can never forgive you."

"I never intended to break up with you. If you hadn’t discovered my relationship with that student,

I would have secretly sorted everything out and lived my life with you, carrying that guilt."

I wanted to marry you, but you didn’t know that."

Ivy sneered. "Saying you’d live with me forever with guilt, sounds nice, but truth is you’re like a dog that can’t stop eating shit, still pretending here.

Robert, I think you should stop showing sensitivity in front of me and just flaunt your scummy nature like before, because no matter what you say now, I won’t take it to heart."

"You’re just... same as before, holding grudges for life if someone wrongs you."

Ivy raised an eyebrow, That’s just how I am, deal with it?

She raised her wrist to check the time, fifteen minutes had passed. Who knew if Everly’s brother could pull it off?

"What do you plan to do next, just stand here waiting?

They already said they won’t see us, is there any point in sticking around?"

Just then, Ivy’s phone rang. Seeing it’s from Everly, she quickly stepped away from Robert to answer.

"Hello, how’s it going?"

"Got it, I sent the information to your WeChat, check it now."

Ivy’s eyes flashed with cunning, well done.

After hanging up, she opened WeChat, glanced at it, then turned around to face Robert in the distance, raising an eyebrow: "Got a way, let’s go."