Chapter 23: Ashford Group

Half an hour later, at the Ashford Group. "Is Tristan here?" Ivy headed straight to the reception desk upon parking her car, leaning over to inquire. The receptionist looked up, meeting Ivy's gaze, and both furrowed their brows simultaneously. Ivy scrutinized the receptionist, wondering, "Why does she seem unfamiliar? Could she be new?" The receptionist, having examined Ivy from head to toe, didn't recall such a significant figure in the company and immediately took offense, "Madam, you are not entitled to address Mr. Ashford so casually." "Then, is he here?" Ivy decided to circumvent the issue of addressing Tristan directly. The receptionist's frown deepened, "Mr. Ashford is in a meeting." "Wasting my time," Ivy muttered under her breath. If he was in a meeting, it presented her with the opportunity to visit his office directly. As she made to head upstairs, the receptionist panicked, "Madam, you can't go in without an appointment!" "This is my family's company. I don't need