Upon hearing this, Bianca Aretha immediately knew that the long-awaited blind date was a bust.
She had originally wanted to criticize her mom, but seeing Ivy Aretha looking so heartbroken, she decided to save the criticism for next time.
"Mommy, since it didn't work out, let's try again next time!"
Bianca Aretha gently patted Ivy Aretha's delicate little face with her chubby grin and consoled her, "Don't be sad, my mommy is so beautiful, it's his loss if he couldn't see that!"
Bianca Aretha thought that her mom was rejected by the guy, not knowing that her mom actually had a blind date with her own birth father.
Ivy Aretha: "..."
What's going on? So her daughter thought she got rejected?
But that's actually for the best since her little treasure would no longer cross-examine her about why the blind date failed.
Through all the years, Ivy Aretha had never been afraid of anyone else except her little treasure. She was afraid of her sadness and even more afraid of her getting hurt.
Bianca was very sensible. Since Ivy had told her that her father was a stranger, she never mentioned her birth father again.
Her daughter was well-behaved and strong, but no matter how strong she was, she was still a child.
Ivy owed her a father and would give all the love and happy childhood that a father could provide if it was up to her. Ivy Aretha would do it without hesitation!
"Right, it's his loss for not seeing it!"
With such a sensible daughter, Ivy Aretha almost burst into tears of joy as she hugged and kissed Bianca, her tears falling like rain. She was clearly happy, but why did it feel so sad?
"By the way, baby, mommy found a job that can give you a wealthy life. I'll start work tomorrow with a monthly salary of 8,000!"
Ivy Aretha wiped her tears while speaking, "Are you happy, baby?"
"Mommy, don't worry about whether I'm happy or not, first understand the company. Baby thinks that if they offer you such a high salary, it must be a dangerous place!"
Ivy Aretha: "..."
Her daughter was not only precocious but had an IQ beyond human reach. A five-year-old who knew about dangers and doubted if she was worth 8,000.
Did her status decline so much after being rejected at the blind date that she couldn't even earn 8,000 a month in her daughter's eyes?
"Baby, wait and see. Tomorrow, mommy will blow up this dangerous place!"
Ivy Aretha vowed to prove to her daughter, "Let's see if mommy is worth 8,000 a month or not!"
Being looked down upon by others is a no shame, but being despised by one's own daughter is not a matter of humiliation anymore. It's about whether there's any necessity to live on.
To prepare for her first day at work, Ivy Aretha almost had a clear understanding of all the business of Allure International.
Early next morning, she changed into a white business skirt, applied some light makeup, and tied her long black hair up, creating a typical professional woman look.
"Mommy, you're just going to work and you've already made such a frightening look. Even if you had any romantic prospects, you've killed them in the cradle!"
Bianca Aretha, with her little backpack, stood at the bedroom door shaking her head and sighing while looking at her mother.
Old nun?
Ivy Aretha was frightened by her daughter's comment and immediately sized herself up from head to toe.
Her sleeveless white business dress was very form-fitting, elegant, and appropriate, a perfect professional attire. How did it become an old nun-like look in her daughter's eyes?
"Don't bother looking, mommy. The problem is with your hairstyle. A beautiful woman like you tied up her hair like a granny. If I could ever have a daddy in this lifetime, I should really be grateful!"
With her mother messing with her in this way, she sighed at the loss of good luck in romance. Bianca couldn't stand it anymore and left in a huff.
Ivy Aretha stared at the mirror for a long time and finally let down the hairstyle that was as fancy as a hotel waiter's.
She just let her long black hair cascade down, making it simple and natural.
Ivy took Bianca to kindergarten first, then went to work. After staying abroad for a long time, she unexpectedly found that the traffic congestion in Andras City had far exceeded her expectations.
Although she had left early, by the time she arrived at Allure International, there were only ten minutes left before work started.
Ivy practically jumped out of the taxi and rushed into the company without even waiting for her change. She saw the elevator doors about to close...
"Wait, there's one more person!"
However, her shout didn't make the elevator doors open again. Ivy sighed and noticed that she was not the only one who missed the elevator.
As she pressed the up button on one of the elevator, there was a ding sound, and the elevator two doors away suddenly opened. No one reacted, as if they hadn't seen the elevator opening.
"The elevator over there is available!"
Ivy kindly reminded them and then hurriedly ran over, not noticing the chuckles that followed...
Because the elevator was a bit far from the others and its doors opened and closed quickly, even running there was a tight squeeze.
Seeing the elevator doors about to close, Ivy dashed in. Just as she thought she was about to be sandwiched in the elevator, the doors reopened.
"Thank you!"
Ivy quickly thanked the person inside. It seemed like there was only one person in the large elevator. When she finally looked up and saw the only person in the elevator, Ivy was petrified.
"Michael Gordon?"
Ivy never expected to cross paths with her blind date from the day before. They had a disagreement yesterday, and now they were colleagues.
"I'm glad you still remember me!"
Michael Gordon looked at her lazily, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and a chilling tone, "Ivy Aretha!"
There was a loud noise as Ivy's brain went blank, and her eyes widened involuntarily.
How did he know her name? Did it mean that Sienna Harrison's unilateral attempt to sabotage the blind date had failed?
Seeing her reaction, Michael Gordon's eyebrows curled in amusement, the bewitching curve of his lips deepened.
"What, are you surprised that I know you? We were talking about marriage just yesterday."
Marriage?
Ivy's eye twitched. It was just a blind date – when did it become talking about marriage?
"Wasn't it just a blind date, Mr. Gordon? Do you really need to have such a deep impression of me?"
Ivy emphasized the words "deep impression."
Deep impression?
Michael Gordon nodded solemnly, and then his deep eyes swept over Ivy Aretha – she looked good and dressed nicely.
Clad in a crisp white sleeveless business dress, her slender figure was almost perfect, sexy yet dignified.
With her long, black straight hair, a thought flashed through his mind: "When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me?"