The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor-Chapter 59 - Bigamy Crime

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“Prepared insufficiently, just drew casually, Miss Sutton, take a look.”

Isla stepped forward to take a look and was instantly stunned.

“No, it’s not…”

Inside, Isla was extremely flustered; this was not the result she wanted.

Ivy’s drawing was extremely detailed.

The arc of the shoulders was precisely mastered, the overall garment had form.

Even without a sample garment made, she could see that Ivy’s drawing was better than hers!

Edwin Blake frowned as he glanced at them; the difference between the two was significant.

Anyone with eyes would choose Ivy’s drawing.

“President Blake, how about a cigarette?

Want to talk?”

Gale said, knowing Ivy was about to shut down the competition and couldn’t let Edwin stop it.

Edwin didn’t answer but was already walking out.

Seeing her support gone, Isla panicked immediately.

Her mind raced, pondering a strategy.

Ivy spoke coldly, “Take your time to think, Miss Sutton.

If you have nothing to say, I think you can kneel now since Edwin and Gale have left.” freewebnσvel.cøm

Isla’s face turned pale, “Ivy!

You haven’t even colored yours; I can’t even tell what you’re drawing!”

Ivy raised her eyes, looked at her calmly, and said word by word, “Okay, I’ll let you understand clearly.”

She had no intention of sparing Isla.

Isla grew increasingly uneasy under Ivy’s gaze.

Still, she stubbornly retorted, “Just make sure the clothes you draw can be seen!”

Ivy glanced at the watercolor pens, immediately picked them up, and began to add simple coloring.

The dignified gray, golden trims.

She even illustrated the position of the brooch.

Very grand, dignified, and wouldn’t steal the groom’s thunder.

After finishing the last stroke, Ivy said to the staff, “Please invite Elder Harper in.”

She then proceeded to do the final refinements on the design.

During the whole process, she never once glanced at Isla.

Isla was already dumbfounded and didn’t know what to do.

Peterson Harper came at the news, followed by a group of onlookers.

“Elder Harper, take a look.”

Ivy glanced around and then strolled over to sit on a nearby sofa.

The hard bench was making her back ache.

Peterson Harper was stunned by Ivy’s design drawing.

“Is this drawn by Mrs.

Wiles?”

Everyone was shocked, immediately stepping forward to check.

With a loud boom, everyone started discussing the two design drawings.

“The drawing skill is really good; if I ever get married, I’ll also ask my dad to wear something like this.”

“Shh, keep your voice down, lest everyone hears.”

“I’ve opened my eyes, no wonder Ivy can say hers looks like rubbish when compared like this.”

As things heated up, someone exclaimed, “Edwin Blake is here!”

Edwin Blake and Gale Wiles walked in.

Upon seeing her support, Isla immediately went up, “Edwin, you’re back?”

Edwin didn’t speak, instinctively glanced at Ivy.

Everyone stood by without speaking, but their minds were already blown.

All were eagerly awaiting this showdown.

Gale looked at Ivy lazily nestled on the sofa and knew the situation was firmly in hand.

Ivy smiled slightly, “Yes, Elder Harper, see if there are any unsatisfactory parts.

I can modify it.

I haven’t drawn for many years, so bear with the sudden roughness.”

Peterson Harper was shocked; has it really been many years without drawing?

Her foundation was incredibly strong.

“No, no, this is really great, especially this gray tone.

It’s not too ostentatious; I really like it, thank you.”

Ivy nodded, “As long as you like it.”

Then she turned to look at Isla, speaking calmly, “Will you kneel down, or should I make you kneel?”

Isla, with a face full of defiance, said, “Who can determine your design is better than mine, can Elder Harper decide?”

Peterson Harper looked at the two, awkwardly saying, “Both are good, I like both of yours.”

“Really?

If you like both, which one do you plan to wear for the wedding?”

Isla asked immediately.

Ivy looked nonchalant, “Elder Harper can’t be planning for Jason Harper to marry twice, right?

That would be just like me.”

“Ivy, why do you insist on saying something about marrying twice!”

Ivy appeared indifferent, “I just want to ask if you can apologize now.

If not, what would make you?

Should I beat you into submission?”

Isla was silent, saying nothing.

“Alright, to make sure you lose and accept it wholeheartedly, I’ll modify it on your design.”

Ivy picked up Isla’s design, handing it to the staff.

“Please make a copy for me, and I’ll modify it on the copy.”

The staff quickly copied and handed it to Ivy.

Ivy spoke softly, “Isla, if my modification on your design is better, even if you don’t kneel, I’ll make you kneel.

Even Edwin Blake can’t save you.”

“I said so.”

The last three words were spoken by Ivy word by word.

Isla was terrified, instinctively retorting, “Impossible!

How could you draw a design!”

“This is something I’ve known since kindergarten, without learning later, naturally talented.

Are you mad?”

Ivy said, tossing her a copy, “You can modify it yourself too, lest you say I’m bullying you, I’ll give you an hour.”

After speaking, Ivy began to modify.

She kept making adjustments, her brows never relaxed from the beginning.

Everyone quietly watched Ivy as if they were witnessing the birth of a work of art.

Especially Edwin Blake, whose eyes unknowingly carried a hint of appreciation.

When Ivy put down the pen, the room was still silent.

Ivy waited another half-hour, “It’s over, Isla, it’s been an hour, no need to try anymore.”

Isla covered her design, stood directly to look at Ivy’s.

Ivy coldly said, “No need to look, just kneel down.”

“What are you saying!

Why not let everyone see your design, is it because it’s unpresentable?”

Ivy sneered, “Who exactly is unpresentable?”

“You are, despite being married to Edwin for three years, did Edwin ever take you to a banquet?

No, right!”

Immediately, Isla clamorously shouted, then turned to Gale:

“She’s just a country girl, President Wiles, make sure to keep your eyes open.

Back then, she insisted on marrying into the Blake Family, broke me and Edwin up, just a country bumpkin!

Hurry home and get a divorce with her…”

Before Isla could finish, Ivy slapped her hard across the face.

“How dare you hit me!”

Isla shouted, grabbing Edwin’s arm, “Edwin, tell her, tell her that it’s you who abandoned Ivy, she’s just a mistress!”

Gale’s expression darkened completely at these words.

In contrast, Edwin’s expression was half-smiling, leisurely walking over to Ivy, reaching out to grip her chin.

“Who said I divorced Ivy?

If she marries Gale Wiles, that’d be bigamy.”

Ivy’s body instantly stiffened, blood coagulating—