"Ivy?" Belle Bailey held her cell phone, her voice suddenly raised, gossiping, "Are you talking about Ivy Thompson?"
"Of course, now in Sunnydale, who else dares to call themselves Ivy? Jennifer, you have to prepare thirty handsome men, more is fine, but no less. Did you hear that? As long as my sister is happy, your business will definitely prosper!"
Lucy Thompson's proud voice came through, and Belle Bailey hurriedly agreed: "Don't worry, the men I prepare will definitely satisfy her."
Belle Bailey happily hung up the phone, turned around, and was startled by the person standing behind her.
The person behind her had a tall figure, outstanding temperament, and wore a black mask, his eyes somewhat cold.
"You just said... you're going to prepare men for Ivy Thompson?"
