The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 138: Disappearing in the Designer World

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Disappearing in the Designer World

Edwin Blake patted Ivy River’s head, "Be good, listen, don’t cause trouble."

Ivy River was stunned, and by the time she reacted, Edwin Blake had already left.

Damn it.

Is he poisoned or something?

How did he suddenly become so greasy? Ivy River frowned as she looked at Fatty, "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing, we just reconciled." Fatty looked at the books scattered all over the floor and couldn’t help muttering softly, "I should have asked him to put the books back before he left."

Ivy River was completely shocked. Has her son changed too?

Is there going to be a big scene of fatherly kindness and filial piety?

Ivy River was a bit anxious. If that’s really the case, what should she do?

"Fatty, your teacher told mom, did Edwin Blake threaten you? Don’t be afraid, mommy can deal with him."

Fatty shook his head, "No, hey, don’t worry about it. Just take me to school, mommy. Don’t you have to go to work?"

"You want to go to school?" Ivy River looked bewildered.

"Yes, what a waste it would be to pay the tuition and not go. Oh, by the way, mom, if Edwin Blake comes to bother you again, just tell me, I’ll go talk to him."

Fatty spoke confidently with his little backpack on.

Ivy River couldn’t help but laugh, "What on earth did you two talk about in there for such a 180-degree change in attitude?"

Fatty waved a hand and trotted downstairs, "Mommy, I’ll go downstairs and heat up breakfast for you. Finish up and come down quickly."

It’s in people’s nature; the more you won’t tell me, the more I want to know.

Ivy River quickly finished tidying up and went downstairs, pestering Fatty.

"Fatty, can you tell mommy, please? I’m really curious."

Fatty made a big "X" sign, indicating no way, "Breakfast is ready. Are you taking it to go or eating at home?"

Ivy River, unsatisfied, spoke gloomily, "Whatever, I’ll take it with me. I don’t have an appetite anyway."

Given Fatty’s usual personality, he would be coaxing her by now seeing her like this.

But this time, he was indifferent.

Fatty grabbed breakfast and walked toward the door, "Mommy, let’s go, time to head to school."

Ivy River couldn’t help but stomp her foot, muttering from behind, "You’re so young, and Edwin Blake coaxing you is as simple as squashing an ant. Your mind isn’t mature yet, so whatever it is, you must tell mommy."

Fatty nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, but he didn’t threaten me. Don’t worry, Queen Mommy."

"Listen to me, tell me whenever he says something to you. This guy is bad news. You’ve Baidu searched him, and he has a reputation as a sly businessman with no credibility." Ivy River was relentless in her persuasion.

Whatever it takes to achieve her goal, even if it means vilifying Edwin Blake.

"Really?" Fatty was shocked.

"Of course it’s true. He might be promising you the world now, but what if he changes his mind in the future? You’re still too young to compete with him."

Ivy River continued to persuade, trying to probe into their conversation.

"Alright, but I’m willing to trust him this time. After all, just now his eyes seemed sincere, no tricks involved."

Fatty chuckled.

Ivy River was speechless and didn’t speak further.

Arriving at the kindergarten gate, she spoke coldly, "Get out, explain yourself to the security uncle."

"Okay, mommy, hurry to work."

Fatty didn’t fuss and got out with his little backpack, waving goodbye to her.

Ivy River’s phone rang; it was Leon Peterson.

"What’s up?"

Leon Peterson yelled, "You’re not at home?"

"Yeah, I just took Fatty to school." Ivy River glanced at the time, continuing, "No time left; just come straight to the lab later. I arranged a call with Isla Sutton at 10:30."

Leon Peterson seemed confused, "You’re done already?"

Ivy River casually replied and hung up, then drove to the research institute.

By the time Leon Peterson got there.

Ivy River had finished her disguise, "Check the bank account to see if there’s money from Isla Sutton."

"I’ll check right now."

Leon Peterson checked, extremely excited, "It’s in! A hundred million, sent yesterday."

This was within Ivy River’s expectations.

Last night, she communicated with Isla Sutton through email, and she had sent her the remittance execution order.

"This money is for you to use as liquidity. Tell me anytime if it’s not enough."

"Alright, Edwin Blake is really willing to spend money on her. A hundred billion spent like it’s nothing, and a billion in pocket money is given just like that." Leon Peterson couldn’t help but marvel.

But speaking of which, he turned angry, "But she’s also a scumbag! A damn scumbag, how could he have a thing for that cosmetic surgery girl."

Ivy River looked up, her expression indifferent, "Who said it’s Edwin Blake’s money?"

"Huh?" Leon Peterson was confused, "Isn’t it? Then where did she get the money?"

Ivy River said, "You can check the nearby luxury second-hand shops, preferably the high-priced ones, you’ll find a surprise."

Leon Peterson instantly understood, "Got it, she scraped together the money by selling her assets! But why do this?"

"Probably to win Edwin Blake’s heart, eager to prove she can," Ivy River said, shaking her head, "But people aren’t of that caliber, it’s not meant to be, no matter how hard you try."

Leon Peterson suddenly remembered something, "Oh right! Do you remember Isla Sutton’s father?"

"Yes, he’s just a gambler and scum, Isla Sutton is really like him, casually had a child," Ivy River said carelessly.

Leon Peterson nodded, "Exactly. Recently, in my investigations, I found out Jordan Sutton is still gambling, completely wasted the Sutton Family over the years; the family doesn’t have a penny left for him to squander on, and he’s been frequently seeking Isla Sutton, I bet for money."

Ivy River contemplated briefly, "Continue investigating, find reliable people to check Isla Sutton’s recent cash flow."

"Okay."

Leon Peterson’s phone rang; he handed it to Ivy River, "It’s a video call from Isla Sutton."

Ivy River answered, looking at the video indifferently without speaking.

Isla Sutton originally wanted to put on airs, but seeing her serious face, she quickly grinned, "Are you Lynn?"

Ivy River’s expression was calm, "Why, are you?"

Isla Sutton frowned instinctively upon hearing this, "I hired you to draw design drafts, don’t have that look like I owe you money. If you don’t want to work, then don’t."

"Hmm, then I’ll transfer the money back to you."

Ivy River said and hung up the video.

Leon Peterson was dumbfounded; things were resolved before he could even step out.

Amazing, he couldn’t help but give a thumbs up, "Do you need to transfer back that billion?"

Ivy River slightly parted her red lips, "The phone’s ringing again."

Leon Peterson mouthed silently, "Boss, you’re awesome."

Ivy River let the phone ring for a long time before picking it up, "Miss Sutton, what can I do for you?"

Isla Sutton was initially stunned by her attitude after getting hung up.

Recalling their previous conversations.

After much patience, she called again.

She spoke hypocritically, "Miss Lynn, don’t be like that. Earlier, I let my emotions get the best of me, don’t take it personally."

Ivy River’s lips curled slightly in mockery, "I thought Miss Sutton went to plead with President Blake, and that I was about to disappear from the design industry."

Isla Sutton’s face turned ashen upon hearing this.