bathroom
Dammit, it really is dislocated!
Ivy Aretha leaned on the sink with one hand and rubbed her dislocated ankle with the other, pondering whether she could twist it back herself.
The man opposite her didn't intend to give her the chance.
"Little girl, you've got a stubborn temper. Women who offend me, Andrew Larson, never end well. I advise you to behave and don't be too proud to drink the punishment."
Andrew Larson stared intently at Ivy Aretha, his tone cold and threatening, but his eyes naked with lust. It had been years since he had encountered such a top-grade woman in this circle.
How could he give up now?
Andrew Larson?
Ivy Aretha instantly found all the information about him in her mind. She had seen him when she joined the company and investigated the pre-signing information of actors, but she didn't understand him at the time and only glanced at some of his information.
