Ivy Harrison said, “Mr. Ferguson, it’s really nice to meet you.”

She knew that the woman who was prettier than most celebrities earlier was Eric Ferguson’s ex-wife. That woman was truly more dazzling in person.

Nicole and Eric’s entanglement was buzzing on the internet, but Ivy did not mind.

Since they were already divorced, there was nothing to worry about.

Although Ivy could not compare with that woman in terms of family background, she was willing to bow down and obey him as long as she could marry him.

In her opinion, no man liked women who were too powerful.

Ivy’s initiative to greet Eric received no response.

When she looked up, she saw that Eric’s cold gaze was always focused in one direction, at Nicole and Clayton.

Ivy gritted her teeth and took a step forward.

“I’ll push you to rest elsewhere?”

Before her hand touched his wheelchair, Eric spoke in an icy voice, “Don’t touch me.”

Her hand paused mid-air.

Eric’s tone was indifferent and devoid of warmth.

“No one is