When Ivy Holden took the two invitations, her heart skipped a beat.
She didn't know why, but even after hearing Byron Holt's voice, she was still suspicious of him.
"Get ready. You're coming with me to this cocktail party," Jensen Morrison said, putting an arm around Ivy Holden's shoulder. "Don't panic," he whispered reassuringly. "I'm here."
"I'm not panicking," Ivy Holden said with a casual smile.
Since it was a cocktail party, she needed a formal gown. This time, instead of having Sharon Peyton handle it, Ivy Holden went to Store M herself—the one she'd acquired from The Halloway Group.
"Hello, welcome." The saleswoman at Store M's eyes lit up when she recognized Ivy Holden. She gave another ninety-degree bow. "President Holden, hello!"
"Mm, slow day?" Ivy Holden glanced around the empty shop.
