CHAPTER 851: CHAPTER 530: THAT’S RIGHT, I’M HERE TO BE THE YOUNG MADAM

But... why should she put up with it? When she thinks about it, it’s true—no matter what she does, her mother-in-law doesn’t like her. So what reason does she have to endure?

She flicked the water off her hands and turned to leave the restroom, where a man was leaning against the wall watching her.

Ivy Miller’s gaze turned cold, and she bypassed him to walk away.

Robert Weston crossed his arms, "So this is the kind of life you lead after joining high society, huh? And to think you used to flaunt in front of me—turns out you’re just a paper tiger.

It’s truly pathetic, Ivy Miller. I never expected you’d end up like this someday.

How dare you mock me for finding a powerful girlfriend to advance my career.

You’re no different, are you?

I heard everything just now, so don’t you dare try to disgust me by hitting below the belt again.

We’re pretty much alike, after all."

Ivy Miller sneered, "The kind of life I lead after marrying into high society doesn’t seem to have anything to do with you.

But you, do you still have the right to come and disgust me?

You know, although my mother-in-law doesn’t like me, my husband and father-in-law still adore me.

To kick you, your lover, and your father-in-law out of the company takes just a minute."

Robert Weston glared coldly, "You’d better not do anything reckless, or I won’t be afraid of burning all the bridges.

I’ll let the world know about our past relationship."

"Well, go ahead then, I don’t care if you speak out now. Who hasn’t dated a couple of times when they were young?

Besides, I wasn’t my husband’s first love anyway, so what?

I never kissed you or shared a bed with you, so what, is that illegal?"

Ivy Miller crossed her arms and looked at him sarcastically—she just happened to have a lot of pent-up anger to vent.

"Robert Weston, there’s a restroom right there. Go, take a good look at yourself in the mirror.

With your current status, you don’t have the right to cozy up to me.

When you see me in the future, you’d better steer clear, or I’ll confront you every time and ruin your day."

After she finished speaking, she snorted coldly, bypassed him, and left with her arms crossed.

Feeling somewhat infuriated, Robert Weston turned his head to watch her.

"Ivy Miller, I’ve discovered the secret of your life in high society, are you feeling guilty now?"

Ivy Miller turned back, gesturing a gun with her hand and aiming it at him, "Just watch and see."

She finished speaking with a cunning smile and left, her smile sending a chill down Robert Weston’s spine.

But thinking about Ivy Miller’s current situation, he felt quite relieved.

After Ivy Miller walked away, Robert Weston also left. Around the corner of the hallway, Florence Wilder emerged in a silver gown and smiled as she watched Robert Weston’s back.

Dating? Now that’s an interesting piece of news.

When Ivy Miller returned to her original spot, she found Florence Wilder wasn’t there, Nathan Rhodes was chatting with someone else, seemingly in a good mood.

Hesitating whether to approach, Florence Wilder came over with two glasses of wine from behind.

"Sister-in-law, why aren’t you going over to sit?"

Ivy Miller turned and smiled, "I was just about to go. Did you go get drinks?"

"Yes, sister-in-law, I saw you standing here and thought you weren’t planning to go over.

Sometimes Aunt’s words can be quite harsh, don’t take it to heart."

She smiled silently, knowing how to talk.

"Sister-in-law, come on, let’s go sit together," she handed Ivy Miller a glass of wine, and Ivy Miller took it and went over with Florence Wilder.

As soon as she was seen, Nathan Rhodes’s expression immediately darkened a few degrees, Ivy Miller sat down without saying a word.

Nathan Rhodes said, "Why are you the only one who came."

"Director Rhodes, I didn’t quite understand what you meant, am I supposed to bring someone else over?"

When Ivy Miller spoke again, her tone had already worsened from earlier.

She had just sorted it out in the restroom, if she couldn’t win others’ hearts with her sincerity, then she wouldn’t bother trying.

Whatever, if Henry Sullivan thinks she isn’t respectful to her elders and doesn’t want her, divorce it is.

But she believes Henry Sullivan is not like that, he’s the most understanding in this family.

"What’s with your tone, watch it when you speak to me, do you really think of yourself as the Young Madam?"

Florence Wilder tried to smooth things over, "Aunt, don’t be like that, Sister-in-law didn’t mean it.

She might not be used to this environment, give her some time, she’ll be better in a while.

Right, Sister-in-law, tell Aunt, she definitely won’t be angry."

Ivy Miller looked at Florence Wilder, she truly knows how to manipulate the situation, impressive.

She had always felt she was a master of duplicity.

Comparing herself to her, she was like a pure white piece of paper.

Truly impressed by her parents, to have raised such a daughter skilled in pleasing both sides.

Seeing her silent, Nathan Rhodes snorted coldly, "Florence, you see, this kind of person you can’t help, does she appreciate your kindness?

Clearly not, your warm face hits her cold rear for what."

"Aunt, Sister-in-law just didn’t think clearly for a moment, give her some time."

"Time? Acclimation? Ridiculous, what time is needed to acclimate to such an occasion.

So pretentious—children from poor families are always like this."

Ivy Miller chuckled to herself, Nathan Rhodes was displeased, "What are you laughing at? I’m admonishing you, and you think you’re in the right."

Florence Wilder tried to say more, but Ivy Miller interrupted, "Enough, Miss Wu, you don’t need to persuade anymore.

Mom, you’re right, I’m here to be the Sullivan family’s Young Madam, wasn’t I supposed to be your daughter-in-law?"

As her words fell, several noble ladies nearby were startled, none dared to say anything immediately.

Nathan Rhodes glared at her, "You sit down."

Ivy Miller laughed, laughed sincerely, "Mom, I’m your daughter-in-law, not a servant you paid money to hire.

I truly want to know, belittling your own daughter-in-law in front of outsiders, how does it feel?"

"Ivy Miller, are you planning to rebel?"

"Sister-in-law, stop talking," Florence Wilder kept giving her signals.

Ivy Miller laughed with arms crossed, "Miss Wu, perhaps you’d better stop talking too. This is my family’s business, not for an outsider to interfere."