During the dinner meeting, as Ivy conversed with a middle-aged man, he attempted to flirt with her, pushing for her phone number. Ivy's refusal was straightforward, leaving no room for ambiguity. Unbeknownst to Ivy, GoldV was preoccupied in conversation with a client and hadn't been aware of the interaction.
It was when Ivy raised her voice that GoldV's attention was abruptly drawn. Turning towards her, he noticed the middle-aged man attempting to slap her. GoldV's eyes blazed with fury as he intervened, growling, "Don't you dare."
His warning halted the man in his tracks, preventing the impending strike. Ivy, standing behind GoldV, was unaware of the power dynamics that were about to unfold. What she perceived as a protective gesture was, in reality, a display of authority that transcended her understanding.
As GoldV's anger radiated, a hushed murmur swept through the room. His words, "my woman," resonated like a shockwave among the attendees. The revelation that he had a woman ignited a flurry of reactions, each person grappling with the unforeseen disclosure.
The murmurs escalated into a crescendo of astonishment:
"I never knew that he has a woman."
"I thought he was gay."
"How did she become his woman?"
"Is she his mate?"
"She's even human."
The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, and Ivy found herself at the center of a web of hidden identities and secrets. The term "my woman" was more than a declaration of possession; it was a key that unlocked a realm of possibilities, unraveling the complexities of the world she had stepped into.
As Ivy processed the unfolding situation, she was still grappling with the realization that GoldV wasn't quite what he seemed. Her journey was taking her far beyond the realms of the ordinary, guiding her through a maze of intrigue, power dynamics, and uncharted emotions. With the word "woman" echoing in her ears, Ivy's life was poised on the brink of a profound transformation, where reality was more extraordinary than she could ever have imagined.