But tonight, Saskia had deliberately orchestrated a run-in between her, Isaac, and Brittany. When her subtle ploy failed, she laid her cards on the table.
Saskia was after more than just a good show; she wanted to see Ivy and Brittany locked in a battle of wills. After all, in the ensuing chaos, she stood to gain the most, like a fisherman reaping the rewards of a turbulent sea.
“Saskia, thanks for the heads up,” Ivy said, her eagerness cooled by the revelation. She didn't mind being used as a pawn by Saskia, but being played for a fool was another matter entirely.
“It's getting late; I should head out.”
With that, Ivy turned and left, knowing she'd need to keep her distance from Saskia from now on.
Getting into her car, the butler noticed her change in demeanor. “Your Highness, you don’t seem to be in high spirits.”
“What’s your opinion of Brittany?” Ivy asked him.
“Ms. Dustin is a formidable businesswoman, a rare talent indeed,” he replied with sincere admiration.
“And who do you think is more capable, her or me?”
The butler choked on his words. He had always been loyal to Ivy, but he couldn't deny Brittany's prowess.
His silence was answer enough.
“Let’s go home,” Ivy said, and they drove back to the royal estate.
Once home, Ivy had her people dig into Brittany and Isaac’s backgrounds and discovered their relationship had always been strong. Even when Isaac was left with nothing due to Brittany’s actions, he had accepted it.
Ivy had to reflect. Perhaps she had made some regrettable moves in the past.
...
Watching Ivy leave, a cold glint passed through Saskia's eyes. Ivy was known for her intense possessiveness. Now that she knew about Brittany and Isaac, she would never let them have peace.
Humming a tune, Saskia returned to her room and, quite by chance, pulled out a gift from Jonathan. With no hesitation, she tossed it straight into the trash.
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