The CEO's Billion Dollar Bride-Chapter 67 - 68. Her Story

Chapter 67: 68. Her Story

Chapter 67: 68. Her Story

Ivy Aretha admitted that her words had a provoking effect, as she was testing both Michael Gordon’s ability to compete with Oliver Thompson and her own status in his heart.

Ivy felt like she was going crazy. She knew that they were not from the same world and had never thought of being with him, but for some reason, at this moment, she wanted to know just how much she meant to him.

When he found out she had a daughter, he was angry but eventually controlled himself. Whether he still cared or not, she was unsure!

So now, she wanted to test it, just to see!

Damian Harrison’s eyes locked tightly on Michael Gordon’s face, which had changed from panic to calm. His previous composure had disappeared completely: “Really? Then I have to try it out!”

With that, Damian tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand, and its blade drew a bloody mark on Ivy’s neck: “I’m sorry, Miss Aretha!”

The next moment, Michael Gordon’s furious voice roared out, his eyes fixed firmly on Damian: “Oliver Thompson, get your people the hell out of here!”

When he heard this, Damian loosened his grip slightly, and his tense body relaxed for a moment.

Upon hearing these words, Oliver Thompson waved his hand, and the group of men in black behind him retreated a few meters again.

“Isn’t it just a woman? When have you ever been short of them?”

Oliver Thompson elegantly blew on the black gloves on his hand, speaking lazily and willfully, “Do you really want to make things difficult for your brother over something like this?”

My brother?

At these words, both Ivy Aretha and Damian Harrison’s pupils dilated in unison.

Immediately, Damian pushed Ivy back involuntarily, his gaze toward Michael Gordon becoming both vigilant and arrogant: “Let me leave here safely, and I won’t hurt her. Otherwise, if I have to die, I’ll take someone down with me!”

Originally somewhat kind-hearted towards Ivy, knowing she was a woman befriended by Oliver Thompson, Damian could no longer be kind.

Michael Gordon stared at the two of them with his eyes, his pupils contracting violently, fists clenched tightly. The next moment, his taut voice trembled: “Wait, I agree!”

“Why should I trust you?”

Damian pressed hard against Ivy’s body, retreating two steps as the hand gripping the dagger grew stiff. He had indeed grabbed a powerful trump card, but he also gained a fierce opponent.

“There’s not much difference between dying with someone else and dying alone, but there’s a world of difference between dying alone and being alive!” Michael Gordon waved his hand to show that he had no weapons and took a step forward, “Let her go, I promise you can leave here safely!”

As for how long he could escape, that was Oliver Thompson’s business!

“Get me a plane ticket and let me board the earliest flight, then I’ll believe you!”

He just wanted to leave now, no more nonsense.

“Alright!”

Michael Gordon’s gaze fell heavily on Ivy’s pale face, seeing her frightened by his anger earlier. His heart felt like it was being squeezed in someone’s palm, causing him excruciating pain and suffocation, but there was no one to blame, as the situation had escalated to this point.

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While looking at Damian, Michael dialed a number: “I need a plane ticket to get out of here as soon as possible. Yes, right now, immediately!”

After hanging up, Michael Gordon’s almost broken heartstrings were pulled back together: “The plane ticket will be here soon!”

The plane ticket quickly arrived in Michael Gordon’s hands.

“Apart from a plane ticket, you have to guarantee my safe departure!” Damian quickly stuffed a gray pill from his pocket into Ivy’s mouth and forced her to swallow it.

“What did you make her eat?” Michael Gordon roared, his booming voice echoing through the empty airport hall, like a desperate, roaring lion.

In that instant, Ivy’s head seemed to be blown open by the sound, and the silhouettes of the familiar boy who had always appeared in her dreams surfaced in her mind once more, this time accompanied by roars similar to Michael Gordon’s.

“Don’t be so nervous; it’s just a pill!”

Despite Michael Gordon’s growls, Damian finally let out a sigh of relief, believing he had made the right move. “Facing two formidable opponents, I have to keep an escape route for myself. Don’t worry, as long as I can safely reach my destination, I will tell you where to find the antidote!”

Damian looked at Michael Gordon’s gloomy, King of Hell-like face, paused, and continued: “As long as the gentleman keeps his word, I won’t make things difficult for Miss Aretha. After all, she did save me.”

Michael Gordon closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down, and only after a while did he speak: “Fine, I promise!”

“You just promised like that?” Oliver Thompson, who had been standing to the side smoking and exhaling clouds of smoke, raised an eyebrow and looked at Michael Gordon. “It seems you didn’t put me, the person involved, in your eyes at all.”

This man was as arrogant as ever, making decisions for him without even asking!

“Don’t I already know your little tricks?” Michael Gordon glanced at him with annoyance, “Nothing is more important than my woman. You better not give me any fucking shit, or I’ll find that white-eyed wolf you’re raising and crush it in a minute!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re so irritable. It’s obvious that you haven’t had sex in a long time!” Oliver Thompson exhaled deeply, and white smoke swirled around his nostrils. “After all these years, you finally met a woman who’s worth it!”

“You better fucking speak like a human being!” Michael Gordon was already on edge, and now his woman was involved because of this guy. There was no way he would have a good attitude. “You let your people get out of here. Oh, no, you get out as well!”

It had been many years since he last saw this man throw such a big tantrum in front of him. Looking at his taut face, it seemed like he was on the verge of breaking.

“Fine, I ran into you, my bad luck!” Oliver Thompson shook his head with a sigh, then waved his hand to let his people retreat. “Why was I so blind in the past to have made friends with you, a man who prioritizes women over friendship!”

Seeing that his people had left, but Damian was still watching the two of them warily, Michael Gordon figured it out instantly!

“You, get out as well!”

Admitting defeat, Oliver Thompson raised both hands and backed away, then turned and left the airport hall.

When Ivy was released, her tense nerves completely collapsed. Her legs gave way and she slumped to the ground, not even knowing that she should try to stand up.

Michael Gordon walked over with a cold face, staring down at her condescendingly without offering a hand to help her up. After a while, he finally spoke coldly: “Now you know to be scared? What were you doing earlier?”