Ivy's POV
But the image of my mother's necklace locked inside a glass display case returned to my mind again.
I forced myself to speak. "I need a loan." The words came out more directly than I had planned.
Sebastian didn't react at all. He simply looked at me and asked. "How much?"
The question was calm. I replied almost immediately. "Fifty million dollars."
I expected questions.
Instead, Sebastian leaned back slightly in his chair, as if the number meant nothing more than a routine business request.
He didn't even ask for what purpose.
I straightened slightly in my seat, trying to gather myself.
"I know it's an outrageous amount to ask for," I continued carefully. "But I'm prepared to offer collateral. Company shares, if necessary. The repayment terms can be n
