CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37: MAISIE HELPS IVY SUMMERS VENT HER FIVE-YEAR-OLD GRIEVANCE

Upon hearing that, everyone watched even more closely.

They saw the fireworks form a series of letters, translated to mean: I love you.

I love you?

"I love you? It means I love you."

As soon as this was said, everyone remembered the rumor before the banquet started.

Damien Lancaster was going to propose to Rachel Shaw.

Was there really a proposal?

Rachel Shaw was also extremely excited seeing this.

I love you, is it me you love?

Was Damien really planning to propose to her today?

And were all those little episodes earlier meant to create this surprise atmosphere?

It must be.

In an instant, Rachel Shaw’s heart was racing, she was incredibly excited, surprised, eagerly looking at Damien Lancaster.

At this moment, Damien Lancaster’s brow was tightly knitted, his handsome face serious.

This wasn’t the fireworks he had arranged, nor had he planned any proposal.

The crowd, convinced there was a proposal, started to cheer in unison, shouting:

"Proposal! Proposal! Proposal!"

Rachel Shaw, not noticing Damien’s expression, pressed her lips tightly in excitement, with tears in her eyes, stood in front of Damien.

Damien, I knew it, I knew you loved me.

But you don’t know, you will never know how long I’ve waited for this moment.

Amidst the clamor, Rachel Shaw’s eyes turned red with happiness, and her mind was frantically considering how to gracefully accept Damien’s proposal.

Just then, someone inappropriately asked, "What does XNZ mean?"

"What XNZ?"

"It’s the pattern formed by the fireworks, isn’t it?"

The crowd looked at each other in confusion, and their gaze returned to the fireworks.

"It seems to be the initials of a name."

"Huh? But isn’t the initial of Rachel’s name XRQ? How could it be XNZ? Who is XNZ?"

What?

An excited Rachel Shaw raised her head.

She saw the letters formed by the fireworks in the sky were XNZ.

Her heart thudded, and the smile on her face froze bit by bit.

XNZ?

She suddenly looked toward Ivy Summers!

No one else knew what these three letters represented, but she immediately thought of it.

XNZ, Ivy Summers.

Rachel Shaw widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at the continuously rising letters.

Ivy Summers...

How could this be? Why were Ivy Summers’ initials up there?

Some guests started to realize as well.

"XNZ! Ivy Summers, it’s the initials of the former Young Madam Lancaster."

In an instant, everyone turned to look at Ivy Summers.

After all, she had been Damien Lancaster’s wife for three years, many people knew her.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze was unified on her.

"Ivy Summers? Were the fireworks set for Ivy Summers? Not for Rachel? Then this proposal..."

The crowd looked at each other, casting strange looks at Rachel, who was still waiting for a proposal.

Ivy Summers was also bewildered.

The translation of those words was: I love you, Ivy Summers.

What was going on?

"This..." Rachel Shaw was too shocked to speak.

Wasn’t Damien Lancaster going to propose to her? How did the name become Ivy Summers?

Something went wrong, there must be a mistake somewhere.

After a while, she regained her voice, "Damien? Is there a mistake?"

"I didn’t arrange these fireworks."

As for what happened?

Damien Lancaster frowned, his deep, dark eyes looking at Ivy Summers.

"Wh... what?" Rachel Shaw dug her fingernails deeply into her palm, unable to believe what she heard.

They weren’t arranged by Damien Lancaster, then what about the proposal?

There’s no proposal either?

With all the surrounding chatter, Rachel Shaw’s face stiffened, unable to believe this was real.

The fireworks weren’t set for her.

Nor was there a proposal?

How could it be?

How could this happen?

Her excited heart plunged into an abyss of despair.

She couldn’t accept it, glaring fiercely at Ivy Summers.

If not for her, it must be for Ivy Summers?

Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers must have orchestrated it herself.

Ivy Summers looked at those fireworks, pained to the core.

Did Nathan, Leo, and Sophie do this?

Those three reckless kids, if they wanted to say ’I love you,’ they could have just said it in her ear, why make such a grand gesture.

Money, money, burning to ashes.

Every time Ivy Summers saw a firework go up, her heart ached.

Another hundred thousand gone...

Two hundred thousand is gone...

Three hundred thousand is gone...

Everyone is envious of Ivy Summers, only Ivy Summers cares about the money.

Money, her money.

After watching the fireworks, Ivy Summers hurried to leave, but Rachel Shaw caught up with her.

"Ivy Summers."

Ivy Summers turned around, and a slap was coming her way.

Luckily, Ivy Summers dodged quickly.

Rachel Shaw looked at Ivy Summers furiously, pointing at her, "Did you do it? Did you do this tonight, did you intentionally make Damien and me embarrassed?"

"Don’t think everyone is as bad as you."

"You still won’t admit it, the fireworks Damien prepared for me didn’t succeed, but the ones with your name appeared, how do you explain that?"

Rachel Shaw lost a lot of face today.

All the guests were there, reporters were filming, she was waiting for Damien Lancaster to propose to her, tonight was supposed to be her most shining and happiest moment.

All ruined, all ruined.

Now she doesn’t even dare to go back to the banquet hall, afraid to see their mocking eyes.

"I don’t owe you any explanation."

"You bitch." Rachel Shaw raised her hand, an angry slap about to swing at Ivy Summers.

But in the next second, a strong hand grasped Rachel Shaw’s wrist.

Rachel Shaw turned around, it was Damien Lancaster.

Rachel Shaw looked so aggrieved, "Damien..."

"You’re the birthday star today, stop it."

"But tonight... tonight everything is ruined, everyone is waiting to see me humiliated."

Rachel Shaw felt very wronged tonight.

She had never been this embarrassed.

And all the attention was stolen by Ivy Summers.

"I have something to say to Ivy Summers, you go and rest first, I’ll make it up to you for tonight’s incident."

"But Damien..."

"Rachel, I have something to say to her." Damien Lancaster repeated.

If he had to say it a third time, he’d be impatient. Rachel Shaw bit her lip, glared fiercely at Ivy Summers, and ran off angrily.

Ivy Summers’s wrist was gripped by the man, and her heart jumped with a pang of unease.

"Let go of me, what are you doing?"

Damien Lancaster pulled Ivy Summers into the lounge, his deep eyes gazing at her, "That’s a question I should be asking you, tonight, what were you trying to do?"

"I..."

"Don’t tell me you didn’t do this."

It’s just too obvious, too blatant.

Ivy Summers literally had no way to defend herself.

Though she genuinely hadn’t done anything, she was also puzzled.

Such a fireworks display must have cost a fortune, where did Nathan, Leo, Sophie get that kind of money to plan it so well?

"Can’t you explain it?"

"Regardless of whether you believe it or not, I really didn’t do anything."

Damien Lancaster knew she couldn’t have done it alone, just the fireworks still going off weren’t something Ivy Summers could afford.

It’s not that he underestimated her.

The fireworks tonight cost at least a million, even if she had the money, she wouldn’t necessarily spend it like that.

"Who’s helping you? Who confessed to you tonight?"

When Damien Lancaster asked this question, he hadn’t even realized that what he was more concerned about was someone confessing to Ivy Summers.

"Don’t interrogate me like a criminal, even if it was me, so what? Before signing the divorce agreement, everything you do for her is cheating, and I’m justified in stopping it."

She also felt justified.

"Who confessed to you."

"None of your business, Auntie is as beautiful as a fairy, there are plenty of people chasing after me."

"Say it again."

"Say it again, so what, Auntie is as beautiful as a fairy, there are plenty of people humph..."

Her lips were blocked, Damien Lancaster seemed angry, directly pressing Ivy Summers against the wall, his kiss falling on her lips.

He wasn’t gentle, as if it was a punishment.

Ivy Summers struggled intensely, at this moment, someone knocked at the door, Ivy Summers struggled harder, but Damien Lancaster showed no intention of letting her go, "Afraid of being seen? But we are husband and wife."

Ivy Summers breathed heavily, glaring at him furiously, wanting to hit him, but her hands were pinned behind her back. Ivy Summers became even angrier, "Damien Lancaster, what are you doing? Are you jealous?"

Damien Lancaster did not speak, staring at her face, five years ago he didn’t feel it, but now he felt that even her anger was stunningly beautiful.

Damien Lancaster admitted he was jealous.

When the initials appeared, he knew it was Ivy Summers. Someone made a grand gesture, using the most flamboyant way to announce to the world that he loved this woman.

Who this man was, Damien Lancaster didn’t know, but it made Damien Lancaster very angry.

As for why he was angry, perhaps it was because he had long considered Ivy Summers his own, others confessing to her posed a risk of taking away what belonged to him.

That’s why Damien Lancaster was angry.

Damien Lancaster looked at the woman’s lips, kissed red, and leaned down again, kissing her fiercely.

The taste of her was very good, her lips soft and sweet, Damien Lancaster was somewhat reluctant to let her go.

The knocking continued, Ivy Summers was so anxious her eyes were turning red.

Damien Lancaster, this bastard, didn’t love her and yet kissed her.

Disgusting!

Ivy Summers fiercely bit Damien Lancaster, pushed him away forcefully, and wiped off where he kissed her disdainfully, "Disgusting, bah."

Damien Lancaster’s fingers wiped away the red at the corner of his mouth, thinking he must be crazy to have lost control and deeply kissed this woman.

Ivy Summers opened the door, the person outside was Rachel Shaw, after seeing Damien Lancaster and Ivy Summers leave alone, she couldn’t help but follow.

Seeing Ivy Summers’s disheveled clothing, Rachel Shaw’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened, her face looked as if she caught them in the act, "Ivy Summers, what were you doing in there?"

At this moment, Ivy Summers was full of anger.

She wasn’t happy—why should anyone else be?

Ivy Summers provocatively curled her lips into a smile, "Kissing, can’t you see?"