Chapter 722

She had agreed to leave Emma alone, and from now on, the Windsor family wouldn’t trouble her again.

Zooming in on the photos, Baillie looked sharp in his suit, practically glowing with confidence. He really did have that clean-cut, boyish charm.

That wealthy older woman must’ve fallen for his looks. Honestly, that had to be it.

With the filters smoothing away her age, the photos made her look almost Ivy’s peer. Standing side by side, Baillie and his new bride seemed a picture-perfect couple–handsome and beautiful, perfectly matched at first glance.

“I heard that rich lady is unbelievably generous to Mr. Windsor. She bought him a luxury car and even purchased a house for the Windsor family. Didn’t Windsor Mansion get signed over to your name? Maybe they couldn’t stand living off a woman’s charity and plan to move into the new place after the wedding,” Katrina’s second voice message chimed in.

Ivy couldn’t help but laugh when she heard it.

So, the Windsors really stumbled into a stroke of luck, didn’t they?

Was that rich lady really head-over-heels for Baillie?

If she had that much money, wouldn’t it make more sense to just date around? Enjoy the thrill of a new romance each month–much more fun than tying herself down to a single guy.

But she was actually marrying Baillie, buying him a house and a car.

“Ivy, what are you up to?” Katrina asked after Ivy left her hanging for a while.

Only then did Ivy press the button to reply, “I just left the airport. I was seeing off a friend from out of town. I saw the pictures you sent–Baillie’s luck is out of this world. He had nothing, and now he’s marrying into money.”

“Right? It’s insane! Oh, and Naylor wanted me to remind you: they’ll definitely try to take back Windsor Holdings. You should get ready.”

“Thanks. I know.”

Actually, ever since Naylor had warned her in the hospital, Ivy had already started preparing.

She was about to start her internship at Quantum Hedge Securities, and according to company rules, she’d have to stop trading stocks.

Over the past few weeks, she’d gradually sold off her shares whenever prices were high. The only problem was, Windsor Holdings’ stock had fallen so sharply that she hadn’t managed to unload everything–selling now would mean a crushing loss.

But now, with Baillie’s grand wedding, and to a wealthy woman no less–this was undeniably good news for the company.

With this boost, the stock price would almost certainly surge when the market opened on Monday.

Turning this over in her mind, Ivy suddenly had an idea.

She immediately called Jamison.

Luckily, he was free and picked up right away. “Ivy? What’s up?”

He knew if his wife was calling during work hours, it had to be serious.

“Did you know Baillie’s wedding is today?”

Jamison said, “Yeah, I saw the invitation when it came in. But you said you didn’t want to go, so I dropped it.”

“We’re going,” Ivy declared, her tone uncharacteristically bright.

Jamison blinked, surprised. “Why the change of heart?”

Ivy explained, her excitement growing, “Katrina just sent me their wedding photos. They’re making a huge show of it, which is clearly meant to tell everyone that the Windsor family is back on their feet, that they’ve found a new patron. That’s bound to send the stock soaring. And if I show up at the wedding, everyone will think I’ve reconciled with my family–double the good news. Windsor Holdings could hit a few upper limits in a row.”

If that happened, she could offload her remaining shares for a decent price.

She’d still take a loss, but compared to where she was before, it would be a huge win.

Jamison understood immediately. “Then I’ll go with you.”

“But you’re at work…”

“It’s a slow day. I’ll have a colleague cover for me.”

Jamison, ever the devoted husband, would never let Ivy walk into the lion’s den alone.

Chapter 723

An hour later, Ivy and Jamison arrived at Baillie’s wedding hand in hand, causing quite a stir among the guests.

“Ivy’s here! I thought she’d skip her own brother’s wedding.”

“Well, Emma’s gone. After all, they’re still family. Sooner or later, they’d make up.”

“True. And now that the Windsors have found someone rich to back them, there’s money in the family again. People always gravitate toward profit.”

As Ivy and Jamison made their way in, whispers trailed behind them.

Some weren’t so impressed with the Windsors, though.

“Emma’s barely in her grave, and they’re already throwing a big celebration. Don’t they care what people say?”

“Baillie’s not getting any younger. He finally found a sugar mama–if he doesn’t lock her down now, she might just fall for someone else.”

“The Windsor family’s done plenty of questionable things. One more won’t matter. Besides, it was just an adopted daughter who died.”

That was true–the Windsors had never been known for their scruples.

Curious who had spoken up so bluntly, Ivy glanced over. The speaker instantly fell silent, flashing a sheepish smile.

On stage, Baillie and his wealthy bride–just about to start the ceremony–looked genuinely surprised to see Jamison and Ivy arrive late.

The bride leaned over and whispered, “Is that your sister?”

Baillie nodded, his expression guarded. He couldn’t guess what Ivy was doing here.

She’d been a no-show all morning. Even their parents had assumed she wouldn’t come.

Yet, here she was… It was a surprise, no doubt.

“What are you doing here?” Rosetta, seated down in the VIP section, shot to her feet as soon as she heard the commotion. Her icy tone made it clear: her daughter was not welcome.