Chapter 121

Ivy landed steadily in Wyatt's arms and did not appear to be phased by the commotion. Wyatt's dark and deep eyes glowed with warning and contempt, sending a chill down Xian's spine. Wyatt allowed neither Xian nor Flint to respond before turning to leave with Ivy in his arms. Xian's face was pale and stiff. His body became tense, and he experienced a sense of defeat. Flint sighed as he observed this. Although he was young, he had spent some time in show business. As a result, he was unambiguous about certain points. Nobody stood a chance against Wyatt Reed. "Xian, inform Agatha of this." Wyatt escorted Ivy to his car's backseat. He detected the strong odor of alcohol on Ivy and frowned unconsciously. Despite this, he gently brushed the strands of hair from her brow and sat beside her quietly. He regarded the glowing yellow streetlights in the darkness, which felt as lonely as he did. Wyatt dared to hold Ivy's hand only when she was unconscious in order to prevent her from shrug