Wyatt cocked his brow. “I’ll look around here as well.” He acted as if he was going to open a cabinet.

Ivy glared at him, ignored him, and kept flipping through the papers.

Wyatt noticed a small, inconspicuous box on top of the cabinet out of the corner of his eye.

Ivy walked on tiptoe and was almost there. The box fell just as she was about to hold it steady. It was too late to turn around. She closed her eyes tightly as she realized it was about to smash her forehead. Her heart skipped a beat.

‘Ugh! What bad fortune!’

However, the anticipated pain did not occur. Instead,...