Ivy got into the car, gulped down several sips of milk, and finally managed to swallow the piece of toast.

“Mrs. Lancaster, should I take you directly to the TV station?”

“Yes, yes, please drive faster—I might be late.”

“Got it.”

Ivy pulled out her phone and glanced at Kim’s messages. What she saw left her completely dumbfounded.

This Kim!

Meanwhile, in the lobby of the Collins Group, where chaos ...