By noon, Alaric walked over to her. "Come on. Let's get some lunch."
Ivy didn't budge. "I'm not hungry. You go."
Alaric shot her a dark look, his mood souring instantly.
"Are you throwing a tantrum over Tristan?"
Ivy vehemently denied it. "No! I wouldn't dare. I'm really just not hungry. I can't eat."
As she spoke, her little face was entirely blank.
It was brutally obvious that she was upset.
She thought he had crossed a line.
Realizing she was literally starving herself over another man, Alaric decided he wasn't eating either. He dropped onto the sofa next to her and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.
Ivy looked at him and spoke up.
"I'm so bored sitting here. Can I just go home?"
"If you want to leave, leave."
Alaric kept his eyes shut, his jaw ticking. He swore to himself that if this stubborn girl actually dared to walk out on him, he would nuke every last contract with the Rhodes family.
How many times had he told her? As long as she kept him happy, he'd let her get away with murder.
Could she seriously not tell that he was absolutely furious right now?
Ivy, of course, had no idea what was running through the older man's mind. Hearing his permission, she stood up and walked right out without a second thought.
She didn't even look back.
When Alaric finally snapped his eyes open, the office was empty. His wife was long gone.
Blinded by a wave of explosive rage, he grabbed the teacup off the table and shattered it against the wall.
After leaving the building, Ivy pulled out her phone and called Xavier.
As soon as he answered, she asked,
"Is the situation with Tristan really that bad? Is Alaric the only one who can save his career?"
Xavier sighed, his voice heavy with honesty.
"Alaric has endless connections, and his corporate empire covers every single industry. With one word from him, no one will ever dare to work with Tristan again."




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