Wrong Flirt, Right Trouble: His Uncle Pulls Me Close

"Joy Sheridan!" Quentin Blackwood’s expression had turned completely icy.

"Let me say this one last time. Don’t waste your time on me, and don’t project your filthy thoughts onto me."

"Me, filthy?" Joy Sheridan sounded like she’d just heard a joke. "Heh. I’m not the filthy one here."

"Quentin, you should know my personality. Anything I, Joy Sheridan, want, I’d rather destroy than not have. To be honest, I’ve already sent someone to follow Ivy Sherwood to the restroom. I can’t guarantee what’s happening right now."

Quentin Blackwood’s face fell. "What did you say?"

He hadn’t expected Joy Sheridan to have another trick up her sleeve!

"Quentin, you and Ivy Sherwood forced my hand. I told you, I will be with you. We have all the time in the world. Just you wait!"

Quentin Blackwood shoved Joy Sheridan aside and strode toward the restrooms.

Seeing Quentin Blackwood’s hurried expression, Ethan Forrest quickly followed. "Quentin, what’s going on?"

But Joy Sheridan, eager to stir up trouble, shouted, "To catch a cheater, of course! Didn’t you all know? Ivy Sherwood is fooling around with someone in the restroom!"

Joy Sheridan’s voice was so loud that nearly everyone present heard her.

The others were incredulous. "What? Ivy Sherwood is cheating? Who with? Isn’t the most powerful man here, Quentin Blackwood, already hers?"

Joy Sheridan said, "Who knows? Some people just love to fool around. Why don’t we go have a look and find out?"

With that, Joy Sheridan led a crowd of people toward the restrooms.

Over there, the restroom door was shut tight.

"Ivy! Ivy!" Quentin Blackwood knocked on the door.

"MMPH... MMPH..." Muffled sounds came from inside, but they weren’t very clear from the outside.

The sounds were like desperate, muffled cries for help, and the others outside heard them too.

Joy Sheridan had just said Ivy Sherwood was cheating in there. Could the scene inside be...

Everyone else craned their necks to get a look, eager to see what was happening inside when the door opened.

The veins on the back of Quentin Blackwood’s hands were bulging. ’Whoever is inside is definitely done for.’

’But Ivy Sherwood was dressed so conservatively today; we didn’t get to see anything. To drive Quentin Blackwood this wild, she must have an incredible body. I wonder if we’ll be lucky enough to get a glimpse.’

’But if Ivy Sherwood really was taken by someone else, would President Blackwood still want her?’

’If he doesn’t, I wonder if we’d get a chance to have a taste. She must be amazing!’

"Ivy, it’s me. Don’t be afraid." Quentin Blackwood’s hand was on the doorknob, ready to turn it.

Quentin Blackwood’s eyes were bloodshot. If anything had truly happened to Ivy, he would not spare the person inside, nor would he spare Joy Sheridan.

’I should have known. Given Joy Sheridan’s methods, I should have gone to the restroom with Ivy.’

Quentin Blackwood took off his jacket, ready to wrap it around Ivy Sherwood at a moment’s notice.

He opened the door, and the scene inside left him stunned.

"MMPH..." A person was tied up on the floor, their mouth sealed with duct tape.

Quentin Blackwood froze for a second.

Seeing Quentin Blackwood motionless, the crowd pushed forward, trying to see the scene inside.

Joy Sheridan even had her phone ready to record. She was determined to capture Ivy Sherwood’s naked body and post it online for the whole world to see!

"Mmphh..." The person on the floor had been stripped bare and was still writhing.

But when Joy Sheridan came closer, she was dumbfounded. "Why is it you? Where’s Ivy Sherwood?!"

"Miss Sheridan, did you miss me that much? It’s only been a moment, and you’re already so eager to find me?" a voice suddenly called out from the back of the crowd.

Everyone turned around in unison to see Ivy Sherwood standing there, perfectly fine.

"Oh my, what’s going on here? Is there a line for the restroom?"

"You... you..." The crowd stared at Ivy Sherwood in disbelief. Weren’t they told she was having a tryst in the restroom?

Even though they knew "tryst" was probably an exaggeration, they were still expecting a good show.

If it wasn’t Ivy Sherwood inside, then who was it?

Joy Sheridan looked at Ivy Sherwood in terror, then at the heavy-set man trussed up on the floor. It was none other than the man who had been making out with Jenna Kent just moments before.

The man’s mouth was sealed with duct tape, and he could only make whimpering sounds. His clothes had been stripped off, leaving him in just his boxer shorts.

His hands were tied behind his back, and tears streamed from his eyes as if he were crying.

"Mmph... save... save me..."

If you listened closely, you’d realize the man wasn’t just whimpering; he was trying to cry for help.

As the door was open, his body squirmed into view, and everyone saw him.

"AHH!" Some women shrieked and covered their eyes. The sight was just too cringey.

"What in the world is going on?!" Joy Sheridan hadn’t expected this twist. She had clearly arranged for several men to go after Ivy Sherwood. ’How could they have failed to handle one woman?’

’How did it turn out that Ivy Sherwood was fine, and someone else was the one stripped and tied up?’

The crowd parted, creating a path for Ivy Sherwood. She walked through them and said, "What’s going on? I’d like to know, too."

Seeing that Ivy Sherwood was unharmed, Quentin Blackwood finally breathed a sigh of relief.

’I thought she’d fallen into Joy Sheridan’s trap. Thankfully, she’s all right.’

"Are you okay?" Quentin Blackwood’s voice was filled with concern.

Ivy Sherwood shook her head. "I’m fine. Couldn’t be better, actually."

"Mmph, mmph..." The man was still struggling, looking at Ivy Sherwood in terror. ’This woman is absolutely horrifying.’

He had originally thought she was just a woman he could handle by himself; he didn’t need the other guys.

So he’d told the others not to follow. He wanted her all to himself.

But he never expected that Ivy Sherwood had let him follow her on purpose, that she had spotted him long ago.

The moment he pushed the door open, he was met with a blast of pepper spray. His eyes instantly swelled shut.

The next second, Ivy Sherwood had lifted her leg and kicked him square in the crotch. For a moment, he didn’t know whether to cover his eyes or his groin.

He had brought the rope and duct tape himself. Joy Sheridan had told him to strip and tie Ivy up for everyone to see. In the end, the tools were used on him.

Ivy Sherwood stripped him bare, tied him up, then threw his own clothes over his head and punched him several times. His face was beaten to a pulp.

He couldn’t fathom where this woman got such fighting prowess. He had even asked her, and Ivy Sherwood had replied, "When you get ambushed enough times, you learn."

Knowing Joy Sheridan was going to make a move on her, how could she not be on guard?

She had come to the restroom specifically to give Joy Sheridan an opportunity. She knew Joy would have another trick up her sleeve; she wouldn’t stop at just having Jenna Kent humiliate her.

And Joy Sheridan’s favorite tactic was to strip people and take pictures.

As a woman herself, why did Joy Sheridan harbor such malice toward other women, resorting to stripping them at the drop of a hat? Wasn’t she afraid that one day, photos of her stripped bare would be spread all over the internet?