The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 997

Waller looked thoroughly humiliated.

If anyone else had spoken to him like that, he would have slammed the table and cursed them out, but with Naylor, he didn't dare.

After all, this was the man he was desperately trying to kiss up to.

So, Waller let out an awkward, groveling laugh and tried to explain. "There's been a misunderstanding. It's actually very difficult for me, but deep down, I favor Katrina. She's been outstanding since she was little, perfect in every way. I always knew she was destined for great things."

"You just said she had zero class," Naylor pointed out dryly.

Waller choked on his words.

Seeing her absolute excuse for a father turn red from Naylor's humiliation surprisingly lifted Katrina's spirits.

Knowing there was no chance Waller was going to hand over the Equity Transfer Agreement, she couldn't be bothered to waste any more time. She grabbed her bag and stood up. "I need to get back to the hospital. I'm leaving."

Naylor's expression instantly turned cold.

Waller jumped up. "Katrina! You haven't finished talking with Naylor, what's the rush... Katrina? Katrina!"

No matter how much he called after her, Katrina walked out without a backward glance.

The private room was left with only the two men.

Looking incredibly awkward, Waller turned back to Naylor.

Naylor stood up and said coldly, "I know exactly why you're sucking up to me. If you can break up her wedding with that fake expat, I might consider giving you what you want."

Waller was ecstatic. "Done! Naylor, don't worry, leave it to me!"

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Unable to talk sense into her, Ivy could only sigh heavily over the phone.

"Alright, I'm out of the cab and heading inside. You get some rest, too. Stop overthinking." Katrina had taken a cab from the hospital. She got out at her apartment complex and started walking back.

As she approached her building, a car suddenly honked, making her jump.

When she turned to look, she stopped dead in her tracks, her face freezing.

It had been months since they broke up. Countless times, she had scanned the parking lot hoping to see that familiar car, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but had always come up empty.

And now, just when she had given up on that ridiculous fantasy, Naylor showed up out of nowhere.

Watching the man walk steadily toward her, Katrina pressed her lips together, her heart beginning to pound.

Her brain told her to turn around and run, but her feet felt glued to the concrete.