Ivy Harrison hung her head. Her face was flushed red.

“M-Mr. Ferguson likes Ms. Stanton. I can’t help it…”

How could Ivy possibly compare with Nicole Stanton?

Ivy was a speck of dust, while Nicole was the sun.

Joy Harrison snorted coldly.

“Can’t help it? Isn’t your mother a mistress? Did she not impart you some skills before she died? If he doesn’t like you, can’t you find other ways to steal his heart?”

Joy shoved Ivy, who fell back against the wall. Her head hit the wall and made a dull