Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 399

Ivy watched Alaric storm off.

She felt deeply helpless.

But looking at it from another angle, it proved he genuinely cared about her and couldn't stand her being around other men.

In any relationship, the one who cared more was always the one most prone to losing their cool.

Especially lately—she had truly felt his devotion and care in everything he did.

So, she decided not to hold his tantrum against him.

She would just take it as a sign of his affection.

Ivy returned to the private room.

Seeing her walk in alone, the group asked,

"Is Alaric not back yet?"

Ivy offered an excuse. "When I went out, he was on a call. He told me something came up and he had to leave. Let's eat."

"Good riddance. No one can relax with him sitting there anyway."

Tristan issued a serious warning. "That guy is incredibly dangerous. You need to stay as far away from him as possible."

At least in their social circles, everyone was terrified of Alaric Foster.

He was a ruthless, cold-blooded capitalist who didn't even spare his own flesh and blood.

Before Ivy could say a word, Hazel piped up out of curiosity.

"Dangerous how? Did he murder someone or set a building on fire?"

Thinking about how that man was her sister's sugar daddy and willingly playing the role of the 'other man,' Hazel felt an overwhelming need to know exactly what kind of person he was.

After all, he was deeply tied to Ivy now.

She needed all the intel she could get so Ivy could figure out whether she should keep seeing him long-term.

Tristan elaborated.

"Murder and arson? No. But he personally sent his own niece to prison and banished his biological sister's entire family from the country."

"Basically, he's done a lot of ruthless things. The guy has no heart. You girls just make sure you steer clear of him."

Hazel felt a chill run down her spine.

Under the table, she kicked Ivy's leg, silently urging her sister to cut ties with him immediately.

If you accidentally pissed off a man that cold-blooded, he could end you before you even knew what hit you.

Ivy glanced at Hazel, sat up perfectly straight, and replied with an awkward, guilty smile.

"Got it. Let's just eat!"

Ivy sighed. "I know. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"What about the money? Was it actually wired into your bank account? Or is he just stringing you along?"

This was crucial.

Millions of dollars was no joke.

Some of these wealthy old men were incredibly manipulative and loved to make empty promises.

Hazel was terrified her sweet, naive sister was getting scammed.

To keep Hazel from worrying, Ivy had no choice but to lie.

"Don't worry. It's in my account."

The truth was, she only had the physical black card, and it didn't even have her name on it.

She had never bothered going to a bank to check the balance either.

She figured a man of his stature wouldn't stoop so low as to give her an empty card as a prank.

Even if it was empty, she didn't care anymore.

Lately, the affection he had shown her had been real. Just experiencing that happiness and joy was more than enough for her.

"As long as the money is actually yours. Just be careful, okay? Don't cross him and end up ruining your life."