Abby got more annoyed. What did he mean? Did he want to give this bitch a chance?
She was eyeing Savannah jealously. But of course, she dared not question Andrey.
Savannah felt uncomfortable under Andrey's scorching eyes. She lowered her head and whispered, "I'm going to iron the clothes first."
Then she went behind the hanger, picked up the iron, and began ironing.
Abby handed Andrey a glass of wine and began to talk with him. However, the man listened with distraction, and his hot eyes kept searching for Savannah, who was ironing.
Abby gritted her teeth and pulled up Andrey.
"Andrey, it's still half an hour to the party. I drank too much red wine, and I began to feel dizzy. Could you help me with the back suite to have a rest?"
Andrey, addicted to flirting with Abby, would agree immediately before. But today, he hesitated for half a while before he reluctantly nodded and left for the suite not far away from the dressing room.
