Chapter 478: It’s Over, This Woman Is Going Crazy Again

The moment Ivy Sherwood arrived, Nina Scott immediately noticed the mark on her neck.

"Are you deliberately flaunting your love life in my face?"

Ivy Sherwood said, "A dog bit me."

"Right, a big guard dog, I bet. The kind that can even curse people out. I saw you two had a great time taking down the Blackwoods yesterday. Quentin Blackwood really has a way with words when he’s tearing someone down. How could you not tell me about something so huge? You know I live for the gossip."

"I just never really found the chance. Besides, all that stuff with the Blackwood family is such a mess, I wouldn’t even know where to begin."

Nina Scott said, "It was a real eye-opener for me, too. I can’t believe that Anna Nash will do anything to get ahead. I think she and Thea Sherwood are the real family here, like they’re actual sisters."

"What do you want to eat? My treat."

Nina Scott slung an arm around Ivy Sherwood. "I’m definitely going to have to make you splurge, our little rich girl."

"But I’m pretty busy at noon, so we can probably only grab a quick bite. How about tonight?"

"Sure. I don’t have much going on today, so I’ll just hang out with you here."

"You’re the best, Ivy!"

That evening, Nina Scott quickly finished her work before heading out to dinner with Ivy Sherwood.

Quentin Blackwood was her secret bodyguard for the day. His gaze followed Ivy’s every move, but he remained hidden in the shadows, refusing to show himself.

Neither Ivy Sherwood nor Nina Scott expected to run into Yara Scott and Cheryl Yates while they were eating.

It had been a while since they’d seen Cheryl Yates, and she seemed much more low-key.

When Yara Scott saw Nina Scott, she naturally couldn’t resist coming over to make a few snide remarks. But when she saw Ivy Sherwood, she froze for a second. "Aren’t you the woman from the airport who tried to steal my boyfriend?"

"That’s hilarious. Your family is such a mess. Two of you fawning over one man?"

Nina Scott glared at her. "If you don’t know how to talk, then shut your mouth. Don’t run around like a mad dog, biting anyone you see."

"What did you just say? Who are you calling a mad dog?" Yara Scott’s eyes blazed.

"What’s wrong with calling you out? Just looking at you is bad luck. You’re a cuckoo in the nest. A fake will always be a fake. So what if you pretend so well and suck up to the Scotts? You’ll never be the Scott family’s daughter-in-law. My brother would never fall for you. You’re just an adopted daughter, and you’ll be married off eventually, too."

"We’ll see who gets married off first. And I’m not afraid to tell you, Mom has started looking for new matches for you. You should probably break up with that poor-as-dirt boyfriend of yours sooner rather than later."

"Sorry, but we’re very much in love right now, so you don’t need to worry about us."

"’In love?’ Heh. If you’re so in love, show me. Put on a little show for me."

’Challenge accepted. I’m going to rub this in your face so hard today!’

Nina Scott grabbed her phone and made a video call to her fake boyfriend. When Miles Mercer saw the screen light up, he had no idea why Nina was calling him.

He didn’t have many interactions with Nina Scott. They had only met a few times, and each encounter was unpleasant. It was safe to say they couldn’t stand the sight of each other.

He had just answered and didn’t even have a chance to speak when Nina Scott gushed, "Honey! We haven’t seen each other all morning, I just knew you must have been missing me! That’s why you answered so fast."

Miles Mercer: "?"

’It’s over. This woman has gone crazy again.’

Afraid of blowing her cover, Nina didn’t give Miles a chance to speak. "I’m having dinner with Ivy. You know, some people are just single, but they insist on watching others show affection. Anyway, I’m hanging up now. Love you, muah!"

Nina Scott hung up in a flash, leaving Miles Mercer on the other end without having said a single word...

"What else do you want to see? Should we film it for you when we do it tonight?"

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!" Nearby, Ivy Sherwood’s eyes widened in surprise. ’Nina is so bold,’ she thought, ’she’ll say anything.’

"You..." Yara Scott was no match for Nina in a war of words and found the sight of the two of them irritating.

"Let’s go, Ivy. Some things, some people will just never get to experience. After all, it’s not like my brother would ever do *that* with her."

Ivy Sherwood: "..."

Anyone who didn’t know better would think Nina Scott was incredibly experienced. In reality, she was just a trash-talking champion who had never experienced any of it herself. Everything she said was a complete fabrication.

"Wait." Cheryl Yates, who had been silent all this time, called out. She stared at Ivy Sherwood’s face, stunned by her beauty from the moment she saw her.

’How could there be someone this beautiful in Lustre without me knowing about it?’

’And there was a sense of familiarity about her, though she couldn’t quite place it.’

Until she heard Nina call her "Ivy."

She stared into Ivy Sherwood’s eyes. "You’re Ivy Sherwood?"

Beside her, Yara Scott’s eyes went wide. "What?"

’This is Ivy Sherwood?’

’Impossible. I’ve seen Ivy Sherwood several times. She was plain and unremarkable, nothing like this.’

’At the airport, I thought this woman was gorgeous. I was even afraid Seth Scott would look at her for too long.’

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"You are Ivy Sherwood!" Yara Scott covered her mouth. "Where did you get plastic surgery?"

Nina Scott never missed an opportunity to take a jab at Yara. "What’s it to you? She’s all-natural. But someone like you could never hope to look like this, not in a million years, even with surgery."

"About last time... thank you," Cheryl Yates said.

"What was it? I’ve forgotten," Ivy Sherwood said.

In truth, she knew exactly what it was. It was about Joy Sheridan taking her picture. Ivy had threatened Joy to get the negatives, which she then gave to Cheryl, deleting all the other photos.

It was only then that Cheryl Yates realized the person who’d had her dragged into a car, stripped, and photographed wasn’t Ivy Sherwood. It was Joy Sheridan.

After that incident, Cheryl Yates had indeed wallowed for a long time, not daring to go out or attend parties. She had only recently started to come out of her shell.

Besides, she was getting engaged. As Lustre’s number one socialite, a marriage of alliance was inevitable.

Her father wanted to build some connections and was marrying her off to the mayor’s son.

She knew it was impossible between her and Quentin Blackwood. After everything that had happened, she had given up.

Cheryl Yates said, "I don’t like being indebted to people. I misunderstood you before, and you still helped me. So, let me give you a gift as a thank you."

As she mentioned the gift, Cheryl Yates glanced at Yara Scott.

Her relationship with Yara wasn’t actually that good; Yara was just always trying to curry favor with her.

"No, thank you." The mere mention of a gift now gave Ivy Sherwood a headache. ’You never know if it’ll be a pleasant surprise or a nasty shock.’

Cheryl Yates didn’t say anything more and left quickly. Seeing this, Yara Scott followed her.

"Ivy, what was that cryptic exchange with Cheryl Yates? What help? What favor? Someone as proud as Cheryl Yates actually thanked you?"

"I told you before. It was about Joy Sheridan taking her photos. I got the negatives back for her."

"Oh, so that’s what it was. No wonder Cheryl Yates has started showing her face around again."

The two of them entered the restaurant and ordered their food.

Just then, Ivy Sherwood received a message from Miles Mercer: "Women are terrifying."

"She actually called me ’honey’! I told you she has ulterior motives! She’s definitely into me!"

Ivy Sherwood laughed out loud. Nina Scott asked, "What’s up?"

Ivy Sherwood showed her the phone, and Nina saw the messages. Nina scoffed, "What is with this guy? You saw it just now, I was just putting on an act. He actually thinks I like him?"