What do you want to tell me

Ivery’s POV.

“Ladies first,” he said with a sly smile. I nodded, taking a deep breath.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, my hands shaking slightly. I fumbled with the screen, unlocking it and opening the video gallery. There it was, the video of Diva in his penthouse trying to force him to sign the check. I held out the phone, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Take a look,” I said, my voice trembling.

He took the phone from me, a look of confusion on his face. He held it up to his eyes, staring at the screen. At first, he didn't seem to understand what he was looking at.

Then, his eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. He looked up at me, his face pale. “What is this?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

I took a deep breath, preparing to tell him everything. As I told him everything, I watched as his face twitched with anger. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched.

“How dare she try to do this,” he said, his voice filled with rage? “I need to deal with her.” His ha