"I’m so fed up, I don’t want to serve these old n anymore!"
One of the won with a slightly coquettish voice complained.
Another consoled her, "What can we do? We’re not as lucky as Lena Vance, who caught the eye of the Eldest Young Master Lowell."
"Sigh... I was just in another private room, and when the door opened, I caught a glimpse of Master Blackwood."
"Master Blackwood?"
The woman with the slightly coquettish voice asked in surprise.
"Yes, Master Blackwood’s room is right across from ours. When I ca over, I happened to see him go in. He didn’t seem to have any woman by his side..."
"Haha, does that an Claire Crowley is out of favor? Claire Crowley keeps marketing herself as Mrs. Blackwood online every day, yet Master Blackwood doesn’t even bring her to social gatherings like this."
Soone mocked.
The woman with the slightly coquettish voice was silent for a mont, then finally said, "I’ve decided to try my luck tonight and see if I can get into Master Blackwood’s bed."
"Oh my god, are you crazy? Don’t you know Master Blackwood hates that move the most? How dare you!"
"I don’t care, I’m really tired of serving old n. Why can Lena Vance climb up to the Eldest Young Master Lowell, and yet I don’t think I’m uglier than Lena. Besides, isn’t everyone saying in the circles that Claire Crowley got into Master Blackwood’s bed by using so ans? I’m quite familiar with this hotel; it’s not hard to have soone deliver so drinks and snacks to Master Blackwood..."
The woman with the slightly coquettish voice continued, "You have to try to have a chance."
"You’re being way too bold..."
"For the happiness of the rest of my life, why not be bold? Don’t worry, if I really succeed, I won’t forget you all."
Ivy Kensington couldn’t hear the rest clearly, probably because they went off to plot how to spike Sebastian Blackwood’s drinks.
As the footsteps gradually faded away, Ivy Kensington finally ca out of the stall, pressing her lips speechlessly.
She actually hoped these won would go after Evan Lowell.
But unfortunately, the person they were targeting turned out to be Sebastian Blackwood.
Thinking about it, Ivy couldn’t help but grit her teeth.
Forget it. After all, Sebastian Blackwood doesn’t recognize who she is now. It’s better not to get involved in his affairs.
Suppressing her irritation, Ivy walked out of the bathroom.
Yet as she was about to enter the private room, she saw a waiter carrying drinks and snacks towards the room she just saw Sebastian Blackwood enter, presumably having been bribed by that woman.
Ivy lowered her head silently, pretending not to see.
At this mont, the gilded door of the opposite room opened, and Sebastian Blackwood’s tall figure stepped out.
The waiter presented the drinks and snacks right in front of him.
"Master Blackwood, please enjoy."
Sebastian Blackwood was on a call, glanced indifferently at the tray in the waiter’s hand.
In the next second, his cold, pale fingers nonchalantly picked up one of the glasses, took a small sip, and turned to walk in another direction.
Ivy caught this mont out of the corner of her eye.
She couldn’t help but clench her teeth; this man really was a handful!
After a brief hesitation, Ivy couldn’t hold back and stepped forward chasing after him.
"Mr. Blackwood..."
Just as she was about to tell him not to drink the beverage, soone suddenly bumped into her from behind out of nowhere, causing her to fall unexpectedly toward Sebastian Blackwood.
Sebastian Blackwood’s dark eyes turned slightly solemn.
"Lena Vance..."
He uttered her na with an ambiguous tone.
Ivy shivered all over, even though he said Lena Vance, for a mont she felt like Sebastian was calling her original na!
She looked up at him, then got pushed from behind again, making her press against Sebastian Blackwood’s figure and suddenly being pushed into a huge room where a cold chill instantly hit!
Could this be...
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