Walking to Shawn's side, sitting on the sofa opposite him, Ivy took his hand. "I know you planned to confess tomorrow night at the banquet. But do you know, you were forcing me?" Shawn clasped Ivy's hand in return, tightly. "I didn't intend to force you. Tomorrow night, I'll confess my mistake. Whatever you decide, I'll accept. If you're willing to forgive me, I'll treat you even better. But if you're unwilling, I'll do everything to win you back." "Shawn, after being together for so long, you should know how important the Livingston family is to me. In such a situation, no matter how unwilling I am, I will consider decency. Even if I am unwilling in my heart, I will forgive you in public. Admit it, you were gambling, gambling that I hadn't seen through your little scheme." Shawn held onto Ivy's hand tightly, unwilling to let go even a fraction. "What should I do, we..." "You know my personality," Ivy interrupted him, giving him no room to speak. Shawn's heart sank heavily. Yes, he had almost forgotten. When she was deeply in love with Kevin back then, she could break up without hesitation. No matter how much Kevin entangled her afterward, he couldn't get a response from her. Thinking of this, an unprecedented sense of defeat shattered his hopes. The hope in his eyes turned into dust. His throat felt dry, but he still insisted on speaking with a bitter tone, "Then... then what about us?" Ivy smiled, withdrawing her hand, patting his back. "Tomorrow night's banquet, we'll pass it quietly. After the banquet, we'll find a time to tell our families that we're getting a divorce. As for this house, it was never mine. Please arrange for Assistant Luke to handle the transfer and return it to DT Investment." "It's impossible!" Shawn responded with a deep voice to Ivy. The throbbing sensation in his temples was palpable, and his hands gripped the wheelchair handles tightly, clearly struggling to control his emotions and anger. Ivy's gaze was intense, indicating that she had already made up her mind about the divorce. "Let's not talk about this now. Let's go back." Shawn's long arms encircled her, holding her tightly as if trying to embed her into his bones and blood. Ivy remained crouched in place, her heart infinitely calm, without a ripple. "Shawn, you know my personality." However, the man holding onto his own emotions instinctively increased the force, and after a while, reluctantly released her. "Let's go," he said, turning around, and propelled the wheelchair forward on his own. Ivy, attempting to grab the handles of his wheelchair, hesitated mid-air, trembled, and awkwardly withdrew her hand. In the parking lot, Ivy saw Shawn struggling to get into the car. Subconsciously, she took a step forward to help, but the man pushed her away with his hand. "I can do it." Poker-faced and composed, Ivy quickly understood the pride and self-esteem reflected in his eyes. "Then, I'll wait for you in the driver's seat." She said, turning back and getting into the driver's seat. To avoid awkwardness, she even dared not look back several times. However, the man unexpectedly glanced at her coldly, making her quickly retract her gaze in embarrassment. Then came a dead silence, with only the sparse sound behind her reminding her of the situation. Not knowing how long they had waited, and with no sign of the man speaking, Ivy asked, "Are you ready?" "Ready." This voice... Ivy's breath hitched, turning her head, only to be astonished to find that Harry had somehow entered the car, holding a fruit knife against Shawn's neck. A strong light shone from outside, highlighting the scar on his face in an especially gruesome manner. Watching the fruit knife trace a bloodstain down Shawn's neck, Ivy's heart chilled. She hurriedly asked, "What do you want?" "What do I want?" Harry spat and sneered. "You bitch, have caused my family's ruin. What do you think I want?!" Ivy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After countless mental preparations, she spoke, "H Capital and Dingtian Investment have plenty of money. How much do you want, I can give it to you." "Very good." Harry seemed pleased with her response. His facial expression relaxed a bit. "Combining DT Investment with H Capital, is asking for five billion too much, huh?!" "Five billion?"Why wasn't he thinking rationally? Ivy sneered inwardly, but unexpectedly, Harry became enraged. "You've destroyed my entire family, and you think five billion is too much?!" As the words fell, the fruit knife pressed down again, and blood oozed from Shawn's neck. Meanwhile, two more heavily built men in combat attire appeared around the car, seemingly out of nowhere. "Get out of the car!" Harry roared. "I give you four hours to prepare five billion. Otherwise, I'll make sure he doesn't have a good death!" "Okay," Ivy suppressed her inner anxiety and reassured, "I'll go back now to prepare the money, but you must ensure that you won't harm him in the slightest!" "I'm telling you, bitch, right now you're begging me, not the other way around!" "Then, don't expect to get any money," Ivy's face turned cold, her eyes filled with fierceness. "I'm telling you, Harry, if you dare to harm a hair on him, not only won't you get the money, but I will also use this five billion to bribe people in the underworld. I will chase you until the end of your life, sparing no effort to make you suffer endlessly!" "You dare to threaten me!" "I'm threatening you!" She roared, interrupting his arrogance. Her eyes were red and swollen. "If anything happens to Shawn, I will make you wish you were dead!" This was the first time Harry had seen this terrifying side of Ivy. In his memory, his daughter was at most aloof, never appearing so terrifying. He stood there in a daze for a long time until his companion beside him reminded him, snapping him back to reality. "I can guarantee not to touch him, but four hours later, if you haven't prepared the cash, I won't spare you." Following this, the driver's door was violently opened, and the strong man forcefully dragged Ivy out of the car. ***