CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35: AVENGE THE GRUDGE FROM FIVE YEARS AGO, IVY SUMMERS STUNS THE CROWD

Ella Morgan pulled Ivy Summers into the room, Ivy was resistant, but Ella’s words made sense.

Rachel Shaw wanted to see her make a fool of herself, and if she went like this, it would just give her the chance to laugh at her.

...

At this time, in the banquet hall, it was half-past seven.

The main hall doors opened, and Damien Lancaster strode in, his well-tailored suit accentuating his tall and upright figure.

The people inside instinctively turned to look at him.

Some were so excited they cheered.

"It’s President Lancaster, President Lancaster is here."

"President Lancaster is so handsome, I wish I could marry him. If I could marry President Lancaster, I’d do anything."

"Stop dreaming, President Lancaster only has eyes for Miss Shaw, he doesn’t care about anyone else."

"I really envy Miss Shaw, President Lancaster celebrates her birthday every year without missing once. This is a special favor he shows only to Miss Shaw."

When Rachel Shaw saw Damien Lancaster arrive, the smile on her beautiful face became even more gentle as she gently lifted her skirt and walked towards him.

"Damien."

Rachel naturally took Damien’s arm, "Why did you come so late? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

Damien’s voice was low and pleasant, "I was busy with work and got delayed a bit."

Rachel blinked her eyes with a look of concern, "Damien, you’re so busy with work and still made time to prepare for me. I’m very touched."

Rachel’s words were not too loud or too soft, perfectly audible to those around them.

Immediately, someone expressed envy, "President Lancaster and Miss Shaw are so in love, it’s making us sick with sweetness!"

"Oh, stop it, don’t say such things." Rachel feigned helplessness, pouting.

"We’re not making things up, you two clearly look perfect together, making us envious."

Rachel smiled shyly, glancing at Damien’s expression.

Many people already considered them a couple, Damien didn’t mind and didn’t bother to explain otherwise.

Rachel was even more pleased that this was the case.

Just then, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Who is that? She’s so beautiful... Isn’t she the Young Madam Lancaster?"

As the voice fell, everyone looked towards the entrance.

They saw a woman in a black fishtail dress walking into the banquet hall.

The strapless design was simple and elegant, and while the gown wasn’t particularly striking, on her it made her look radiant and captivating.

Ivy Summers rarely wore dark colors, but dark shades highlighted her fair skin even more.

The fitted design perfectly showcased her impeccable figure.

Earlier, Ella had insisted upon doing light makeup for Ivy, making her delicate features even more perfect.

Along with her unique aloof aura, she was breathtakingly stunning at first glance and still stunning at a second glance.

If Rachel Shaw was the princess of the night, then Ivy Summers was more like the queen.

Indeed, she didn’t even regard the people in front as worthy of notice; she didn’t spare them a glance and walked straight past.

In everyone’s eyes, this woman was exceptionally aloof.

But in reality, Ivy was anxious to find those three little ones.

"Ivy Summers!" As soon as Rachel Shaw saw her, her face turned cold, and she murmured softly.

Could it really be Ivy Summers? Since when did she become so beautiful?

Previously, Ivy was beautiful, but she never dressed up; compared to the meticulously styled Rachel, she was always overshadowed.

But now, the whole room’s attention was drawn to Ivy Summers.

Even...

When Rachel turned her head, she saw Damien’s gaze also fixed on Ivy Summers, those usually calm eyes showing rare amazement.

Rachel’s heart sank heavily.

She had invited Ivy to make her embarrassed.

Not to let this damn woman steal her spotlight.

Curse that Ivy Summers.

"Damien... Damien..." Rachel called Damien twice before he turned his gaze back to her.

Rachel felt even more uncomfortable inside.

Damien asked, "How did she end up here?"

"I don’t know," Rachel shook her head, "I didn’t invite her."

Damien frowned, "I’ll go over there."

"Damien." Rachel hurriedly grabbed Damien’s arm, "Damien, the fireworks are about to start, don’t leave, okay?"

Rachel blinked with a pleading look.

Tonight, Rachel was the birthday girl and the main character. He had promised to stay with her, and it wouldn’t be good to go back on his word.

Damien dismissed the thought of leaving, and Rachel smiled gently, feeling slightly relieved.

Just wait, Ivy Summers. Since you had the nerve to show up, you’re asking for trouble.

Although Damien didn’t go to find Ivy, he instructed Special Assistant Jacobs to go over.

Because of Ivy Summers’ appearance, people around were talking, "Was that the former Young Madam Lancaster, Ivy Summers?"

"Seems like it, but hadn’t she been missing for a long time?"

"Probably mistaken, besides, she’s no longer the Young Madam Lancaster. President Lancaster gave up on her long ago; the position belongs to Rachel."

Hearing this, Rachel’s lips curled up slightly as she stood even closer to Damien, as if declaring her territory.

Ivy Summers searched all around but couldn’t find those three and couldn’t reach them on the phone, growing more anxious.

"Miss Summers."

At this moment, a voice sounded behind her.

Ivy turned to find Julian Jacobs standing behind her.

Ivy raised an eyebrow slightly, "Special Assistant Jacobs, what do you need?"

"Miss Summers, why did you come?"

Ivy glanced in the direction of Damien and Rachel, "Didn’t Rachel tell you? She invited me, saying Damien had a surprise for her, and called me, the ex-wife, here to embarrass myself."

Ivy’s words were so frank that Julian didn’t know how to respond.

"Miss Summers, sir asked you not to wander around, he needs to speak with you later."

"What does he want with me? Let him stay with his little sweetheart, I don’t need to be bothered, but I heard Damien is planning to propose tonight?"

"Propose?" Julian looked completely uninformed.

All the way here, Ivy kept hearing the news that Damien was going to propose; everyone was saying it, so it must be true.

For some reason, hearing this news made Ivy’s hardened heart feel a slight pang, but she quickly adjusted, lifted her dress, and turned to leave.

"Ivy." Rachel came over.

Ivy stopped walking.

Rachel looked Ivy up and down, the loathing in her eyes barely hidden, yet she pretended to be very friendly with Ivy, "Ivy, since you’re here, why not come and watch the fireworks together? You’ve never seen fireworks like this before."

Mentioning the fireworks, Rachel was always smug.

Especially in front of Ivy Summers.

"Really?"

"Yes." She reached over to link her arm with Ivy’s, "Come on."

Ivy wanted to shake off her hand, but seeing her smug demeanor, Ivy decided to make her uncomfortable instead.

With a plan in mind, Ivy walked forward with her.

Damien stood there, noticing Ivy approaching, his eyes faintly lingering on her without moving away.

"Damien, I asked Ivy to join us."

Ivy raised her eyebrow slightly, too lazy to spare a glance at Damien.

"Why are you here?" Damien’s voice was deep and calm.

Ivy looked up at the sky, "Why? Am I not welcome? A million-dollar fireworks display—no one ever did this for my birthday, never seen it in my lifetime, can’t I just enjoy it from someone else’s party?"