CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: REUNION

Nathan Summers slapped his forehead, looking at Leo Summers helplessly, "Mom usually tells you to read more books and play less on the computer. Did you secretly play on the computer again? Your handwriting blows."

"Brother, don’t bother with these details." Leo Summers chuckled, and after writing, he drew a very abstract pig beside it.

"Hmph, lousy dad."

Let everyone know you’re a complete jerk.

Over the years, although they hadn’t met their lousy dad, they had heard his name and had seen him on TV happily attending events with other women.

So the first time they saw Damien Lancaster here, they immediately recognized him, no doubt about it.

Ivy Summers didn’t want to talk about Damien with the kids; most of what they knew was told to them by Ivy’s friend, Ella Morgan.

So the kids understood why mom brought them here to live alone—because bad daddy did something that hurt mommy. He didn’t deserve to be mommy’s husband, nor their dad.

"Brother, second brother, what are you doing?" Sophie ran over.

"Shh." Leo Summers immediately covered Sophie’s mouth, "Sophie, keep it down, we’re up to something bad."

Sophie immediately covered her own mouth and nodded, promising not to make any sound. Then, she saw the words written on the car with colored pencils, "Second brother, you wrote the wrong words."

Leo Summers awkwardly waved his little hand, "...Don’t worry about those details."

Nathan Summers pulled Sophie’s hand and asked, "Sophie, hasn’t mommy gotten off work yet?"

"Mommy was called to the office by Uncle Manager."

At this moment, in the manager’s office.

When Ivy Summers walked in, the manager looked at her, immediately beckoned her over, and introduced, "Zinnia, come here, this is Mrs. Lancaster. Mrs. Lancaster, this is the auctioneer Zinnia you’re looking for."

Mrs. Lancaster?

Ivy Summers raised her eyes and glanced over, her brow slightly furrowed.

It was her!

Rachel Shaw!

The woman Damien Lancaster deeply loved back then.

Mrs. Lancaster? It makes sense; Damien loved her, and after he divorced, he couldn’t wait to marry Rachel Shaw.

Unbelievable, back then she made it possible for Damien and her, came to Yrador alone, and now they coincidentally meet.

Ivy Summers felt a block in her chest, her face turned a bit colder.

Rachel Shaw, exquisitely dressed, put down her coffee and glanced at Ivy, who was wearing a veil, with seeming disdain.

The chief auctioneer?

Can appraise antiques?

Once famous with a single auction, the internet made her out to be legendary, thinking she was some expert, but in the end, she doesn’t even dare to show her true face.

She couldn’t understand why Old Master Lancaster insisted on meeting her.

Rachel Shaw snorted, "Are you Zinnia? I heard you’re not only an auctioneer but can also appraise antiques? We’d like to hire you for a few days to come with us to Aethelgard to the Lancaster Family to look at some antiques—you name your price."

Rachel Shaw confidently believed no one could refuse the phrase "name your price," especially since no one should be unaware of the Lancaster name and naturally wouldn’t dare refuse.

She leisurely took a sip of her coffee, waiting for Ivy Summers to flatter her.

A chill swept across Ivy’s heart.

She could appraise antiques.

But they would never be able to hire her.

Ivy left in the first place because she never wanted to see them again, so how could she possibly agree to go back to Aethelgard with them?

"Sorry, my profession is auctioneer. If you need an antique appraisal, you can find someone else. I can’t do it, manager, I have something else to attend to."

With that, Ivy Summers was about to leave.

Rachel Shaw was taken aback.

She actually refused.

"Wait, do you know who I am? You might want to think clearly before you answer."

"I’m very clear. I refuse."

"What attitude is that? I’m paying you to come back; what makes you unwilling?"

Rachel Shaw stood up and grabbed Ivy Summers.

To please Old Master Lancaster, Rachel was determined to bring her back.

Ivy Summers furrowed her brows tightly, her gaze fell on the hand that Rachel tightly held onto her.

At this moment, her pupils shrank.

On Rachel’s wrist was a fully green jade bracelet, with an even color and excellent translucency, a top-grade piece of jade worth over a hundred million. And she recognized it at once; this jade bracelet was the family heirloom from her family.

It was given to her by her mother, who had told her to take good care of it as it might come in handy someday. But because she left in a hurry back then, the bracelet had been left at the Lancaster house, and now it ended up in Rachel’s hands.

Damien Lancaster gave it to her?

On what grounds did he give her things to Rachel Shaw?

Ivy Summers reversed her grip on Rachel’s hand, "Is this jade bracelet yours?"

Rachel Shaw glared at Ivy unpleasantly, "Of course it’s mine. It was given to me by my husband. If it’s not mine, could it be yours?"

So it was indeed given by Damien Lancaster.

A sharp pain pierced her heart. Damien knew it was hers, yet he still gave it to Rachel Shaw!

What a complete bastard, giving the family heirloom of a former wife to a current wife?

Isn’t he disgusted?

"Let go."

At that moment, a cold and imposing voice sounded.

Ivy Summers raised her head, the man had somehow appeared at the door, and her gaze unexpectedly met his deep, profound eyes.

The man had an impressive physique, stood tall and straight, his features strikingly handsome. Just standing there, the powerful presence accumulated over years of authority was hard to conceal.

Ivy Summers’ fingers tightened.

Damien Lancaster!

It was actually Damien Lancaster.

Sophie hadn’t been mistaken when she mentioned seeing Damien Lancaster!

Ivy Summers should have thought that these two loved each other so much; if Rachel Shaw was here, Damien Lancaster might also be.

Ivy Summers hadn’t anticipated seeing Damien Lancaster again in these five years.

She didn’t want to see him again because she was afraid.

She had given birth to three children. If Damien discovered them, he would surely take them away.

Because a family like the Lancasters would never allow their family bloodline to be left outside.

And these three children had become Ivy Summers’ life, she wouldn’t allow even the slightest chance of being separated from them.

This was also why Ivy Summers had worn a veil and remained extremely cautious all these years.

Ivy Summers clenched her hand, and the man’s gaze fell on her as if trying to see through the thin veil to her face.

Her heart rate kept accelerating.

Rachel Shaw flung Ivy’s hand away, her entire demeanor changed, "Damien, I spoke with Miss Zinnia, but Miss Zinnia refuses to come back with us. She seems to look down on us."

Disdaining the Lancaster family.

She must have a death wish.

Rachel Shaw raised her head proudly.

Damien Lancaster focused his gaze on Ivy Summers, "Name your price."