Ch. TO GO 7 TO GO 7

Chapter 7 

Grezaan glanced around Ivy’s friends had all hailed. Only she was still hanging around him. 

Catching his keek, Ivy gritted her teeth and formed out an apology: “Celeste, I was wrong.” 

shouldn’t be talking crap about you to my friends just to make myself look better.” 

can yell at me all you want, but Gray had no clue about any of this. Please don’t bring him into it.” 

I take full responsibility for everything.” 

Afther saying that, Grayson looked released then turned back to me: “Come on, she just graduated–she’s young and doesn’t know better.” 

“She apologized, so cut her some slack. We gotta give young people second chances, right?” 

Same old routine as always. 

Whenever shit hit the fan, he’d push Ivy forward to put on this fake apology show. Then he’d smooth things over with his sweet talk. 

I used to fall for it every single time, but now I just kept eating without saying a word. 

Grayson’s face was getting darker by the minute. 

Ivy bit her lip and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me, pulling off the watch: “Celeste, I really know I messed up.” 

“Here, take the watch back, okay?” 

She slipped off the hundred–million–dollar timepiece like it meant nothing to her. 

But I knew it was a fake. 

Right after Ivy got the real one, she’d sold it and bought a knockoff to wear instead. That kind of money was way too tempting. 

So of course she could toss this fake one aside without a second thought. 

Grayson had no clue–he was actually impressed by her “sacrifice.” He looked at me with barely contained anger: “She’s practically begging for your forgiveness and giving you back the gift. What more do you want?” 

I finally put down my fork and spoke up: “I’ve told you a million times–we quit. We already have new jobs lined up.” 

“Stop wasting your breath. We’re never coming back.” 

That set Grayson off: “Fine! You’re so damn clever, pulling this behind–my–back bullshit.” 

‘Don’t you dare ever come crawling back!” 

Realizing all his groveling had been for nothing, and seeing the mocking looks from my team, his face turned purple with rage. 

He stormed out. 

Ivy dropped the helpless act immediately, picked up the fake watch, and shot me a smug look–like she was celebrating her victory. 

My team started to get up, ready to go after them, but I stayed put. 

A wishy–washy guy like Grayson? Whoever wanted him could have him. I was done, 

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