Ivy had no idea someone had been secretly watching her beat up those three.

At the moment, she was still fuming, glaring down at the trio writhing on the ground. “Your nephew got beaten up by me before, and he’s no exception now. If I were you, I’d start worrying about my own safety.”

“Ivy, you ungrateful little—” Susan spat, unwilling to back down. Though she had a reputation for being tough, she was, at the end of the day, just a pampered housewife. ...