The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 209 - 208: Entrusting the Wiles Family to the Two Little Ones

Chapter 209: Chapter 208: Entrusting the Wiles Family to the Two Little Ones

Grace Foster sighed, "Fine... but you don’t have to undervalue your own brand like that, do you? After all, you only make three pieces in each size for Cave... many people can’t even get their hands on one."

Ivy River thought for a moment, "Let’s make ten pieces of each garment for Cave. Otherwise, it makes me look stingy."

Grace Foster’s eyes lit up, "Oh my, what made you suddenly realize this? It’s really a cause for celebration!"

Ivy River gave her an exasperated look, "I’m not the Devil. You make it sound like I’m an oppressive demon exploiting your labor. Don’t we also have mass-produced clothes?"

Grace Foster grinned, "Oh, you’re the boss, of course you have the final say. You’re a top designer, what am I? I’m just a jack-of-all-trades."

"Alright, everything’s pretty good."

Ivy River walked around, checked on Eve’s work, and was quite satisfied.

Just as she finished speaking,

a large chunk of plaster fell off the wall beside her.

Grace Foster immediately spoke up, "Yeah, things are really great. The renovation workers have been here to patch up the walls many times lately."

"What if they don’t patch it?"

"Are you kidding? If they don’t patch it, this place will really look like Syria. Look at other fashion studios; they all have their unique stylish vibes. They’re either luxurious or sophisticated. What about us?"

Ivy River countered, "Not sophisticated? Who can have a style like ours?"

Grace Foster looked around at the patched-up walls, some even in different shades of white.

Warm white, cool white, even grayish white...

She nodded, "Yes, it’s sophisticated. No one can replicate our style."

"No more problems, right? If you keep having issues, I’ll turn this place into Syrian style."

Grace Foster muttered under her breath, "Syrian style might be better..."

"Alright, go find a new factory space soon. We’ll move everything there, and I’ll make some changes to this place."

Ivy River immediately agreed.

Grace Foster laughed flatteringly, "No, I was just kidding. I’ll find someone to fix this section right away."

Working directly in the factory.

It’s hot in summer and cold in winter.

Winter in Riverland is already damp and cold; we’d freeze to death!

Ivy River thought for a moment, "I’ll give you a design plan soon. Redecorate the lobby and the conference room, add some decorative items."

Grace Foster’s eyes sparkled with joy, and she responded loudly, "Okay!"

Ivy River glanced at the time and started walking out, "It’s getting late, I’ll head out. No need to see me off. Remember the designer competition I mentioned."

Grace Foster’s eyes showed reluctance, "When will you be back next?"

"During National Day, I’ll stay for a while."

"That’s only seven days... Since we established the company, you’ve spent less than a year here. Over these ten years! It’s always been me here. People might even think Eve is my brand. That’s why I’m not married yet..."

Grace Foster’s tone was filled with helplessness and discontent.

Ivy River said placidly, "The kid is going to school in Seaton. Let’s see next year. Once they’re fully adjusted, we’ll transfer schools here. Hang in there, you’ve made it through ten years, a few more days won’t hurt. You got this, wait for me!"

The last bit of reluctance in Grace Foster’s eyes disappeared entirely.

"Bye, not seeing you off."

She turned in a cold voice, walked to the elevator, pressed the button, and went upstairs without any hesitation.

To her, Ivy River’s words were just empty promises.

All these years, she believed Ivy River’s sweet talk to get this far.

Just a little more, you can do it, once the kid grows up, you’ll be in charge, you are the best, stay strong, wait for me, you’re an unbeatable president... a whole series of manipulative phrases.

They really just treated her like a laborer!

She’s already 33!

A leftover woman!

Ding—

The elevator door opened, and Grace Foster stuck her head out angrily, "I’ll give you one last chance. If you don’t come back during National Day, I’m quitting! I’m 33 and have never been in a relationship! You should at least let me experience the hardships of love, right?"

"Fine, I’ll definitely come back for National Day. Propose the renovation plan, and I’ll see if it’s suitable. If it is, we’ll go with your plan."

Grace Foster snorted coldly, "That’s more like it. Hurry up and go have dinner with your uncle, it’s getting late."

"Alright."

As the elevator door closed, Ivy River watched and shook her head with a smile, then drove back to the Wiles Family.

She had lunch with Jonah Wiles.

After lunch, Ivy River lay on the couch, lost in thought.

Thinking of having to go treat Isla Sutton soon, she felt irritated.

Being back in Riverland, why did she still have to see these two annoying people?

Yet Edwin Blake was an odd one.

When she faced off with Isla Sutton, Edwin Blake remained silent. She could confirm he saw everything but just didn’t step in.

But why was he willing to use up a promise for Isla Sutton?

And still kept pestering her.

She just couldn’t figure it out...

In conclusion, just five words.

Men are just cheap!

"Mommy, Mommy, do you think my table is pretty?"

The chatter from Emmy caught Ivy River’s attention.

"It’s beautiful. Did Grandpa give it to you?"

Ivy River glanced at it, a gold bracelet, likely something Jonah Wiles prepared.

Emmy nodded excitedly, "Yes, yes! It’s so pretty. Grandpa said it was prepared for me a long time ago!"

Ivy River noticed her other hand holding something behind her back, and smiled, "What are you hiding in your other hand? Let Mommy see."

Emmy excitedly revealed a vintage box.

Ivy River felt it looked familiar.

"It’s a very pretty little lock, a necklace, also gold!"

A gold lock?

Ivy River’s heart lurched, and she quickly sat up and took it.

Opening it up.

Her pupils contracted immediately, "We need to return this to Grandpa."

"Why, Mommy? Isn’t this something from your childhood?" Emmy asked curiously seeing her reaction.

Ivy River didn’t respond, rushing toward the study.

She ended up running straight into Gale Wiles coming out.

"Why in such a hurry? Dad’s talking with Fatty."

"I need to speak with him!"

She was about to barge in.

Gale Wiles saw the box in her hand and stopped her instantly, "If Dad gave it, keep it. Did you think he would be happy if you return it?"

"Is this something Emmy should have?!"

Ivy River’s voice was urgent.

Gale Wiles replied calmly, "If he gave it, he’s thought about it. Don’t reject his intentions."

Ivy River couldn’t help but raise her voice, "Anything else would be fine, but not this!"

"Why not?"

"Gale Wiles, don’t be unreasonable, get out of my way. You know how important this is. Emmy doesn’t deserve it, Fatty doesn’t deserve it. This is meant for your future children!"

Ivy River pushed past Gale Wiles toward the study.

Gale Wiles grabbed her, "It’s not about deserving. If Mom were here, she’d definitely give it to Emmy. Besides... if I don’t have kids in the future, the house is left to Fatty and Emmy anyway."

"What nonsense are you talking!" Ivy River didn’t listen, stubbornly heading to the study.

"I’m not wrong! This necklace is meant for Emmy, and I want to give the Wiles Family to Fatty to manage. I never planned on getting married and having children."

Hearing this, Ivy River lost her temper, "Gale Wiles, you’re crazy! This is what Mom left for you! I’m just a foster child!"