Ivy’s brows furrowed, and her eyes darkened.
"So you were there the whole time?" she asked, her voice sharp. "Doing what? Standing back and watching while your so-called fans harassed us?"
Her anger wasn’t directed at the girls’ blind admiration for Kevin.
It was because they had targeted Lola as well.
Ivy knew she could handle situations like that herself. She had dealt with far worse. But Lola was different. The woman had been cornered simply because she was Ivy’s manager, and that was what truly bothered her.
Ivy had never tolerated people picking on those they considered weaker.
Sal and Lola stared at her in surprise.
Kevin, on the other hand, shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
He had expected Ivy to be upset, but not this upset.
Now that he was seeing things from her perspective, he couldn’t deny the guilt settling heavily in his chest.
"I’m sorry," he said sincerely.
But Ivy wasn’t finished.
"Tell me, Kevin," she continued, leaning forward slightly, "how far are your fans willing to go to make someone’s life miserable just because they’re working with you?"
Kevin blinked, caught completely off guard by the question.
Before he could answer, Ivy delivered another blow.
"If working with you means dealing with unnecessary harassment and trouble, then this will be our first and last project together."
The room fell silent.
"..."
Even Lola and Sal were speechless.
Ivy rarely spoke so bluntly.
The incident in the parking lot had clearly affected her more than she’d let on.
Yes, she had handled the situation calmly and professionally. She had even tried to teach those girls a lesson instead of escalating things.
But that didn’t change the fact that the problem still existed.
And if working with Kevin meant constantly being dragged into situations like that, she wanted no part of it.
Across from her, Kevin’s face visibly paled.
"Ivy, what are you saying?" he asked, quickly setting his coffee cup aside.
His chest tightened.
He had never imagined she would consider refusing to work with him in the future.
Not when he had spent years unable to forget her.
Not when he had finally found her again.
And certainly not when he had been hoping for a chance to get closer to her.
The thought of Ivy walking away—professionally and personally—hit him harder than he cared to admit.
Is this girl out of her mind?
Lola felt like she had just witnessed Ivy announce her retirement before her career had even taken off.
Working with Kevin was an opportunity countless people dreamed of. Yet here Ivy was, practically drawing a line between them without a second thought.
Still, sensing the tension hanging heavily in the room, Lola decided against interfering.
This was clearly bigger than a professional disagreement.
Across from them, Kevin stared at Ivy in disbelief.
Just how much had she changed over the years?
The Ivy he remembered had always been shy and timid, but this version of her felt distant. Untouchable.
Was life really that difficult for her?
Was that what had turned her into someone who wouldn’t even accept a sincere apology?
Kevin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"Fine," he said. "Then tell me what I need to do to make you take those words back."
Ivy remained silent.
"I know I mishandled the situation. I’ll admit that." His gaze stayed fixed on her. "But if you’ve already decided you’ll never work with me again, then tell me what I should do."
His voice was steady.
Too steady.
Because beneath that calm exterior was desperation.
He couldn’t let her walk away like this.
Not again.
Ivy stared at him, genuinely caught off guard.
Does he still not understand?

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