"Suit yourself," Ivy River sneered, "President Blake, don't forget what you promised me last time when I had to delete the Twitter post?"
Edwin Blake paused, thought for a while, and slowly said, "Isla didn't bother you today."
"Oh, should I thank her for that?"
"No need, you can thank me and accept the house I gave for the kids."
Ivy River couldn't help but roll her eyes.
How could a grand CEO not distinguish between good and bad intentions?
"Five years have passed, Edwin Blake, you've changed quite a lot." You've become even dumber...
Edwin Blake knew she never had anything nice to say, so he asked, "Forget it, if you don't want it, I won't force you. Come to me whenever you feel like accepting it."
Ivy River ignored him.
Her gaze happened to fall on Edwin Blake's health report.
Almost reflexively, she picked it up and took a closer look, and when she saw the platelet count, her brows furrowed.
