Chapter 65

Carlisle's face darkened immediately. "Ivy, are you saying Wren didn't pick you up?" Ivy nodded, her teary eyes glistening as she played the part of the wronged fiancée. "Mr. Zachman, please don't blame Wren. He must've had something urgent to take care of. I'm sure that's why he didn't have time to come for me." "Stop making excuses for him!" Carlisle's voice boomed, his expression growing stormy. "This is getting out of hand. He's been acting out too much lately." Without wasting a second, he pulled out his phone and dialed Wren. The call rang for what felt like an eternity before automatically disconnecting. Carlisle's grip on the phone tightened. He tried again and then a third time, with the same result. His jaw clenched in frustration as he turned his sharp gaze back to Ivy. "Do you have any idea where he's gone?" Ivy hesitated, biting her lip for effect. She needed Carlisle on her side, but she couldn't seem too eager. "I… I'm not entirely sure, but—" "Speak up!