Looking at the two of them entering together, Ivy Aretha couldn't help feeling disdainful. Just because she was good-looking, she was considered a vase?
Ivy couldn't help but size herself up and down, falling into self-admiration. Indeed, she was beautiful, but who said she was a vase? Even Michael Gordon, their leader, couldn't find faults in her now. This second young master is so shallow, calling her a vase as soon as they meet.
As Ivy was mumbling in her heart, the phone in the secretary's office rang.
"Ivy, come in here!"
Michael Gordon's deep and cold voice came through the phone, which was completely different from his usual lazy tone. It felt suppressed with anger. Ivy had a bad feeling.
Could it be that his younger brother is here to ask him for money?
Ivy quickly went into the CEO Office after hanging up the phone. As soon as the door was pushed open, before she even had time to greet him, a torrent of reproach came at her.
