Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Someone collapsed

Later that evening, after wrapping up her shoot, Ivy drove back to the Emerson Mansion with Sal.

Sal glanced sideways at her and couldn’t help but laugh.

"Look at you," he teased. "The infamous assassin who could spend days tracking targets without breaking a sweat now looks like she’s about to fall asleep."

Ivy shot him an exhausted look.

"Don’t start, Sal. You know there’s a huge difference between handling a gun and spending hours in high heels while pretending to smile for cameras."

She leaned back in her seat and let out a long sigh.

"I actually miss my old life. It was dangerous, but somehow less exhausting than this."

Sal chuckled but let the joke drop.

"Anyway," he said after a pause, "what are you planning to do about what Nathan told us? Do you want me to look into Logan Mortini?"

Ivy fell silent for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. And while you’re at it, find out why the original Ivy wanted to get close to Xander in the first place. I want the real reason."

Sal raised an eyebrow.

"You think there’s more to the story?"

"I do."

Her gaze drifted to the passing city lights outside the window.

"The more I learn about her, the more convinced I am that she was hiding something. She cut ties with the Ford family, asked Nathan to erase traces of her past, and what is her purpose to reach out to Logan Mortini. None of that feels like a coincidence."

Determination flickered in her eyes.

"I want every piece of information you can find."

"I’ll get on it," Sal replied.

The conversation faded, and silence settled over the car.

A few minutes later, Ivy suddenly looked out the window and tapped Sal’s arm.

"Pull over."

He slowed the car and parked by the curb.

"I thought you said you were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home," he said, watching her unbuckle her seat belt.

"I did," Ivy replied with a faint smile. "But I just remembered something."

Without another explanation, she stepped out of the car and headed toward a nearby flower shop.

Sal watched her through the windshield, amused.

"When did the coldest assassin I know become such a softie?" he muttered with a shake of his head.

***

Meanwhile, Ivy stepped into the flower shop.

The gentle fragrance of fresh blooms filled the air, instantly washing away some of the fatigue from the long day. Rows of roses, lilies, tulips, and orchids lined the shelves in carefully arranged displays.

She paused for a moment, quietly scanning the bouquets before walking farther inside, as if searching for something very specific until she reached the counter.

The shopkeeper greeted her with a warm smile.

"Can I help you, ma’am?"

"Do you have any tulips?" Ivy asked. "Preferably white ones."

The elderly shopkeeper’s expression turned apologetic.

"I’m sorry, ma’am. We sold out this afternoon. A fresh shipment is arriving tomorrow morning if you’d like to come back then."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Ivy’s face.

"I see. Thank you."

She gave a small nod and turned toward the exit.

Just as she reached the door, a loud crash echoed from outside.

Thud!

The unmistakable sound of someone hitting the pavement made her stop in her tracks.

Several pedestrians gasped.

"Oh my God!"

"Someone collapsed!"

Ivy’s instincts took over before she had time to think.

She immediately turned back and hurried to where the woman had collapsed.

"Oh my goodness! What happened to her?" the shopkeeper asked, rushing over in alarm.

Kneeling beside the unconscious woman, Ivy quickly assessed her condition. She remembered seeing the same woman admiring the flowers only moments earlier. Now, she lay motionless on the floor, her face frighteningly pale.

Ivy gently checked her pulse.

The moment her fingers found it, her expression grew serious.

"It’s very weak," she said, looking up at the shopkeeper. "She needs medical attention immediately."

Without wasting another second, Ivy pulled out her phone and dialed Sal.

Less than a minute later, the shop door swung open as Sal rushed inside.

His eyes immediately landed on Ivy kneeling beside the unconscious woman.

"What happened?" he asked, confused. "And who is she?"

Ivy looked up at him, her tone calm but urgent.

[Twenty minutes later...]

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