Inside, Dante stepped out of his office and watched Nina being drowned in hatred. A faint regret stirred in his chest.
Not because he pitied her, nor because he wanted to shield her from consequences, but because he never intended for things to spiral into chaos.
Nina had been right about one thing.
Dante truly did not want this matter to become a nuisance for Ivy.
That was why he had been keeping his head down, swallowing his irritation and choosing restraint again and again.
'If it can be settled quietly, then it should be,' he had thought.
Yet fate seemed to enjoy mocking him. In the end, he still created a chaos large enough to draw Ivy's attention.
He had guessed correctly.
The moment Ivy learned what had happened, she rushed over without delay.
The air shifted the instant she arrived, the crowd instinctively parting.
Seeing Nina, Ivy's expression turned glacial.
Without a word, she lifted her hand and coldly motioned for her subordinates to take Nina away.
