He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Once, following Ivy, she'd discovered the guy was a Hartwell heir.
After reporting David Sterling, Ivy's family fell apart.
Ivy was already fragile, and the shock gave her a high fever. When she woke up, she didn't remember any of it.
So she took Ivy's place.
David Sterling had killed her parents, so his daughter deserved this revenge.
Plus, she took the money David had given her and spent three years partying abroad.
She was convinced that hooking Xavier for three years would make him love her even more.
"Well? Explain."
She stumbled back a step, suddenly wanting to run.
But they were surrounded by ocean—where could she go?
She stammered:
"Xavier, I just liked you so much back then..."
Xavier nodded:
"So you lied to me, right?"
"Xavier, I know I was wrong."
"Really?"
Isla nodded frantically:
"Really, really."
"Good. When you mess up, you pay the price, right?"
Before Isla could react, she felt herself falling.
"Ahh!"
Splash—she was pushed off the yacht.
The heavy, ornate dress quickly soaked through, becoming dead weight that dragged her down.
The culprit didn't even blink, just calmly wiped his hands with a wet napkin.
"Help! Help me!"
Nobody had time to react to the sudden turn.
Someone screamed.
But the man's cold stare shut them up.
Victoria Sterling didn't get it and panicked:
"Xavier Hartwell! What the hell are you doing!"
Xavier showed Victoria no respect:
"Ma'am, if you weren't Ivy's mother, you'd be joining Isla today."
Someone filled Victoria in on what had just happened.
After seeing those videos, she understood.
Xavier had a hundred ways to destroy someone.
When they pulled Ivy from the water, she was surrounded by blinding camera flashes.
However glamorous she'd wanted to be, that's how humiliating it was now.
Meanwhile, her overseas academic records got exposed.
She'd failed almost everything—the classes she passed were because professors took pity and bumped up her grades.
Everything that had happened to her father was now happening to her, but worse.
Her photos got memed and deepfaked everywhere. She couldn't report them fast enough.
She didn't dare leave the house because people would recognize her.
She was even afraid to talk to people.
Some thought she'd lost her mind.
Adults would pull their kids away, warning:
"Stay away from her, understand?"
Nobody knew where Ivy had gone.
The one person who did know—Ivy's father—was dead.
The world was small enough for them to meet, yet big enough that once she disappeared from Xavier's world, he'd never see her again.
He started haunting bars, drinking day and night.
When he was sober, he'd find things to do.
Like my roommate's boyfriend—the one who'd been harassing Ivy.
They brought him to Xavier.
"How much for one night?"
He asked with a smile.
The guy was a coward by nature and literally pissed himself.
The stench filled the air.
The man in the main seat frowned in disgust.
"I'm sorry, I really am sorry. I shouldn't have harassed Ivy..."
But too late.
Xavier clearly wasn't planning to let him off.
He called some guys in, mimicking how the man had cornered Ivy:
"Name your price. I'll buy you for the night."
"No... please, no..."
Later, the guy's parents came to handle his withdrawal personally.
Nobody knew what happened that night.
They just knew that afterward, the guy was never quite right mentally.
Everyone was terrified, afraid of triggering this psycho's temper.
After all, one second he was ready to propose, the next he was shoving someone into the ocean.
Xavier had completely lost it.
He'd also mess with Victoria Sterling's business, purely because he didn't want her comfortable.
Victoria tried going to Xavier's father.
But useless.
Xavier's dad felt guilty about his affair and only had one son anyway.
As long as nobody died, he'd cover for his son no matter what.