Lyra turned her head towards Ivan, clenched her fists, and said, "Secretary Ivan, you're right."
Ivan smiled, "That's just my humble opinion."
"If he's unfaithful, I'll enjoy my own freedom. We're a perfect match. Let's just pretend we haven't seen." Lyra shifted her gaze quietly.
After a moment of contemplation, Ivan believed that there was not enough fire to fan the jealousy, intending to stoke it further. However, a natural diversion happened—
Wearing layers of heavy costumes, Melissa Anderson lost her footing and tripped over her dress, falling into Erwin's arms!
As if afraid that Lyra had missed this, Ivan hastened to remark, "Miss Lyra, look, young Master Erwin is embracing another girl."
Lyra saw it, but she didn't want to. Was Secretary Ivan trying to provoke her on purpose?
The signs of provocation became more evident.
"It's just acting, it's all fake." She denied lightly what she had just seen.
