The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 129: So Thick-Skinned That Hitting You Hurts My Hand

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: So Thick-Skinned That Hitting You Hurts My Hand

Ivy River looked at her suspiciously, as if she were looking at a fool.

She spoke calmly, "Continue, finish what you were saying."

Isla looked at her indifferent demeanor, her anger rising even more.

"Did I hit a sore spot? You’re destined to be a pitiful person in this life, your children can’t recognize their ancestry, or by the time they return to the Blake Family, they’ll have to call me mom."

"By then they’ll be at my mercy, all in the palm of my hand!"

"You, destined to be a little doctor, earning a small salary on Twitter every month, struggling to raise those two little bastards!"

Ivy River sneered, squinting at Isla.

She really hit the nail on the head.

Her children would not recognize their ancestry.

It’s not that they can’t, it’s that she won’t allow it.

"Ivy River, you’re really a heartless person!"

Isla reached out after seeing her smile, intending to slap her.

Ivy River grabbed her hand, squinting her eyes and staring at her.

Isla saw her composed expression, her gaze unwavering, even carrying a hint of intimidating fear.

She threatened, "Let go of me! Ivy River, if you do anything to me, Edwin will not spare you."

Ivy River tightened her grip on her wrist, "Won’t spare me? Then I’ll just have to wait and see."

She couldn’t help but chuckle again after she finished speaking.

Isla yelped in pain, unable to help but cry out, "Ivy River, let me go!"

"Afraid I’ll break your wrist, and you won’t be able to participate in the design competition?"

"You’ve been investigating me, you venomous snake-hearted woman!"

Ivy River laughed coldly, "Since you call me a venomous woman, do you still dare to provoke me?"

Her unconventional moves left Isla helpless, "Let go of me, or if my hand gets hurt and I can’t hold a pen, Edwin will certainly come after you."

"Oh my, this is the funniest thing I’ve heard today."

Ivy River laughed disdainfully, staring fixedly at Isla, spoke lightly:

"Are you sure your design sketches for the competition were drawn by your own hand? Not bought from someone else?"

Isla was stunned after hearing this, her gaze turning blank.

"Ivy... Ivy River, what exactly do you know?"

Holding Isla’s hand, feeling it dirty, Ivy River forcefully threw her to the ground.

She turned and sat on the sofa, wiping her fingers gently with a disinfectant wipe, her lazy and casual posture like a queen controlling the entire situation.

Isla glared at her, her tone impatient, "Ivy River, I’m talking to you."

Ivy River finished wiping, casually tossed the wipe into the trash bin.

Her red lips curved slightly, a hint of chill emanating from the depths of her eyes, "What exactly do you want coming here; if nothing, then get out."

"I’m asking you, what do you really know?"

Ivy River yawned lazily, her tone indifferent, "What I should know, I know; what I shouldn’t know, I also know."

Isla felt the disdain.

Especially the things she said made her heart tighten.

But then she thought about Lynn’s status.

How could Ivy River possibly know someone of such high stature?

She wasn’t that afraid anymore.

Isla glared at her, "Stop trying to scare me, I didn’t grow up being scared. If you push me too hard, don’t even think about keeping this job. By then, no one will even want you even if you’re selling yourself!"

Ivy River remained calm, "You just can’t stop talking about selling, did you sell too much when you were abroad, so now you’re extremely proficient in that line of work?"

Isla was humiliated by these words.

The darkest years of her life were the years abroad!

But how could Ivy River know about what happened to her abroad?

This vile woman, every word struck her spine, every word pierced her heart!

Isla couldn’t help herself, and rushed forward again intending to tear into Ivy River.

Ivy River raised an eyebrow, "Coming again?"

Isla stopped just in time, "Your previous statements are slander, apologize to me."

"Do you deserve it?"

"Why wouldn’t I?"

Ivy River nodded with mock seriousness, "Just because Ava Sutton is your daughter, I also have to show myself properly before Edwin Blake."

Hearing Ava Sutton’s name, Isla was completely stunned.

She stammered, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

"Truly don’t understand, or pretending not to?"

Ivy River slowly got up, pacing to her side.

Isla was so scared she kept retreating until she was by the door.

She yelled, "Ivy River, you better keep what you know to yourself, otherwise! Your hard days are waiting for you!"

After speaking, she turned to flee.

Ivy River thought to herself, just like that, such a cowardly and playful person...

It wouldn’t even be interesting to reveal everything now.

Isla ran out of the hospital and got into the car, calming herself for five minutes.

The feeling of fear still lingered for a long time.

What exactly did Ivy River know, she had hidden Ava Sutton well all these years.

How on earth did it get leaked?

Forget it, it’s more reliable to hurry and marry Edwin Blake.

In the evening.

Isla wore a new custom-made Chanel dress and even spent a hefty sum to hire a makeup artist to doll herself up beautifully.

Just to make Edwin Blake’s eyes shine, and hopefully, make him fall for her charm.

When she appeared at the entrance of the Golden Jade Pavilion.

Quite a few patrons turned to look at her, which once again satisfied Isla’s vanity.

She walked to the fixed suite 888, pushing open the door.

The crowd was taken aback.

This was the exclusive suite for the crown princes.

Just barging in like this, wasn’t she afraid of death...

Isla stood at the door and shouted loudly.

"Edwin, have you been waiting for me for long? Why did you turn off the lights?"

No one responded to Isla.

She had no choice but to awkwardly turn on the lights, finding nobody inside.

As a waiter passed by, she grabbed him, "Haven’t the guests arrived yet?"

The waiter stuttered, "I’m sorry miss, this room..."

Isla impatiently interrupted, "Have the guests arrived yet?"

"This room is currently unused, but you cannot enter this suite."

Ignoring him, Isla pushed her way through the door.

The waiter was terrified, "Miss, please don’t make it difficult for me, I still need to work, if you come out, I can arrange another seat for you?"

She just started working here.

She had always been in the kitchen, today they were short-staffed in the main hall so they asked her for help.

The manager told her repeatedly.

Saying this suite was not allowed for ordinary people; even if guests needed to wait, they couldn’t be put in.

If ordinary people entered, she’d be immediately fired!

She even showed her pictures of Edwin Blake, Alexander Hodges, and Bryson Chaser.

Anyway, they were all males, but in front of her was a female.

Isla frowned, "I’m going in to wait for someone."

The waiter was almost in tears, instinctively tugging at Isla’s arm, "Miss, I can arrange another suite for you."

University students had such a hard time finding jobs; she couldn’t afford to lose this job!

Isla flung her off, pushing the waiter hard.

The waiter stumbled, with only one thought in her mind.

Which was, she absolutely couldn’t let her in.

She didn’t care, she directly grabbed Isla’s arm, "Please..."

Before she finished speaking, Isla slapped the waiter directly.

The sound was loud and clear.

"I told you to let go, let go, do you not understand human language? Your skin is so thick, it hurt my hand."

Isla angrily scolded.

But the waiter stubbornly said, "Miss, you can’t go into this suite."

Isla raised her hand again.

"Isla, what are you doing?"