The fickle memories of the online crowd were shorter than a goldfishâs attention span, and naturally, no one would remember the lies she had spun.
Once this whole debacle blew over, Clara could continue raking in those sweet endorsement deals.
Wasnât that killing two birds with one stone?
But when she caught sight of Ivy, she was so infuriated she tossed her original plan out the window.
If Clara had any spine, she wouldâve stormed off, but she knew she couldnât gamble her career in the industry on a fit of pride. So, under Ivyâs icy gaze, Clara begrudgingly took a seat.
âForget it! Iâm done arguing! Iâve got something I need to discuss with you.â
Ivy snorted. âIs that how you ask for a favor?â
Clearly, Clara was here on a mission; otherwise, she would ve spun on her heel and left in true Clara fashion.
Thus, Ivy decided to indulge in this little circus show, curious about Claraâs agenda.
âYou know, your reputation isnât exactly stellar right now, so when I spoke up last time. I wasnât using you. I just said what everyone wanted to hear,â Clara said with feigned nonchalance.
However, it was she who had wronged Ivy, so why shouldnât Ivy care?
âIs that so? Then, Iâm sure you wouldnât mind me sharing a few crowd pleasers online myself. By your logic, as long as it entertains the audience, truth doesnât matter, right?â
âAre you saying you wonât forgive me?â Clara asked, her brow furrowed.
Ivy was taken aback. âYou were asking for my forgiveness with that attitude?â
Clara held nothing but contempt for Ivy, seeing her as an arch-nemesis from the depths of her soul.
Apologize to Ivy? Seek her forgiveness? That was the last thing she wanted.
But today, she was here for the sake of her future. If her lies were exposed, she would be the next one crucified online, and she didnât have a wealthy benefactor to back her up.
Ivy sat back, relaxed, not pressing the issue. She knew exactly what kind of turmoil Clara was going through.
However, since Clara had come to her, Clara had the power to choose whether or not to apologize.
In fact, whether Clara apologized or not, by choosing to sit with Ivy today, she had already conceded victory.
One was tense, the other at ease a clear indication of who held the upper hand without a battle being fought.
Ivyâs demands were simple. If she could coax a âsorryâ out of that proud mouth, it was a win. If not, it was just Clara being Clara.
âWell? Have you made up your mind?â
Clara bit her lip, still too proud to bend the knee to Ivy.
What a joke. Who did she think she was?
Back home, her parents had always taken her side, while Ivy was always left alone, fists clenched, battling her.
That was why Ivy had always been labeled stubborn in the eyes of relatives.
But Clara? She was the picture of sweet and sensible charm. Who wouldnât envy her?
âYour time is worth nothing, but Iâm kinda on the clock here,â Ivy said, glancing at her phone and gesturing that she was about to take off.
Just as Ivy stood up to leave, Claraâs voice unexpectedly halted her.
âWait!â
Ivy turned around. âHave you come to a decision?â