The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 61

Sebastian, Ivy, and Wyatt were taken aback. Ivy was particularly enraged and felt misled. It’s no surprise he was dubbed “Little Traitor” in the lab! He truly lives up to his moniker! “Simba!” Ivy couldn’t stop herself from raising her voice. I’m going to return the million dollars worth of Dior scarves right immediately! Wyatt lowered his head, a scowl on his face. His brow furrowed as he took up the small tiger with one hand. His tone was icy. “What brings you here?” With a wave of his paws, Simba replied, “Shaira Winter gave me to Mama, and Mama is my favorite! Please don’t fight. Papa and Mama are a fantastic combination.” Wyatt appeared to be reflecting on Simba’s words. Sebastian grabbed Simba from him, hurled it at Ivy, took a step back, and slammed the door in Wyatt’s face. The sequence of events occurred in a matter of seconds, sharp and clean! “From now on, don’t allow that jerk to touch any of our belongings!” Sebastian spoke with a blank expression on her face, staring at the tiger in her arms. “Do you need my assistance in training this device for a few days?” Simba snuggled into Ivy’s arms and clutched her close. It sounded really dissatisfying. “Mama, I’m terrified. Is he going to rip my heart out?” Ivy’s heart, which had been furious earlier, softened instantly. She caressed Simba’s head and raised her gaze to Sebastian. “It’s all right. I’ll come up with a solution.” Simba was an A.I. robot; therefore, it was likely that a code change was required to change its preferences and conduct. Simba needs to change the way he addresses Wyatt Reed! She’s not going to put up with this any longer! Ivy turned back and realized Wyatt was still standing outside the door. What is his reason for coming here? Whatever. He’s probablycominge for the emerald pipe. It’s his loss because he can’t decide between Alice Perez and his family’s heirloom. How can the finest of both worlds exist? Ivy dragged Simba away sternly and proceeded to her room to phone Shaira.

The doorbell rang again at that very time. That bastard still doesn’t give up?! Sebastian grumbled. Great, I’ll use this opportunity to teach him a lesson! When Sebastian opened the door, he saw six women in business suits waiting there with several boxes. Despite their amazement upon seeing him, the employees maintained a professional demeanor. “Excuse me, is this Ms. Morgan’s residence?” “Yes,” he replied. “These are Ms. Morgan’s most recent limited-edition scarves. That comes to a total of 7.69 million. What shall we do with them?” Sebastian paused, then moved helplessly to make room for them. “Please arrange them in the coatroom on the left.” “Yes, Sir.” The workers did not dare to look about the house and hurried in hastily to leave the boxes. Sebastian didn’t even flinch when he swiped his credit card and shut the door. With a frigid grunt, he returned to his room. AFTER calling Shaira, Ivy headed to the cafe where they had arranged to meet. Unlike the last time they met, Shaira did not appear to be a serious scientist in a white lab coat. She looked adorable in a pink sweatshirt and a sloppy bun on her head this time. Her large eyes squinted as she smiled and sipped the coffee in her palm. Shaira waved her hand when she spotted Ivy. “Ivy!” Ivy walked over swiftly. “I apologize for requesting your presence on such short notice. Did I interfere with your work?” Shaira shook her head and grinned. “It’s fine. Because you’re buddies with Ryan, you get favorable treatment!” Thank you, bro!’ Ivy said quietly. “Did he accept your friend request?” she asked and let out a smile. Shaira smiled and nodded. “Yes, we’ve been talking. I placed my designs online, and he soon pointed out numerous flaws. He is without a doubt the greatest!”

Yeah... Ryan is not only a geek, but he also has obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). “Shaira, I asked you out because of Simba, your little tiger. Why does Simba refer to Wyatt Reed as Papa?” It’s simply strange when Simba calls her Mama after. She doesn’t want anything to do with Wyatt Reed! Shaira lowered her head, her face flushed with humiliation. “When constructing this little traitor, we went through a thorough learning process for human aesthetics. It then learned to enjoy attractive women and men and even established its preferences. There were no constraints because this was the first merger of human intellect and artificial intelligence.” “However, why Wyatt Reed?” Ivy asked in awe. “Because he’s the most handsome among the rich and the richest among handsome men,” Shaira replied and heaved a deep sigh.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.