Madeline quickly spoke, "Alright, as long as you said that, I'm relieved. I'll definitely keep my mouth shut. There's nothing else, just make sure to watch Edwin closely lately, don't let him get seduced away!"
"Her?" Isla sneered, "Ivy doesn't have that capability."
She hung up the phone.
Isla contacted someone unknown, a sinister smile lifting the corner of her mouth.
Madeline, having achieved her goal, left the restroom satisfied.
"So, you belong to Isla, no wonder you know me. Back when I married Edwin, no one knew what I looked like."
Ivy's eerie voice sounded behind Madeline.
Madeline screamed, "Ah—"
"Scream again and I'll kill you."
Ivy's gaze was indifferent, her expression calm.
Madeline covered her mouth, not daring to speak.
Silently, she followed Ivy to a private room.
"You really are a loyal lapdog. Five years ago, was it you accompanying Isla to the villa?"
Ivy's face was composed.
