When Michael Gordon's deep voice sounded, the women's noisy chatter stopped abruptly, and they all turned their eyes towards Ivy Aretha, as if they were about to rush towards her.
Ivy had a feeling of foreboding when Michael's lazy voice came to her ear, "Deal with these women, and your job tonight will be done. Remember, Allure International doesn't need a bunch of crazy people they can't handle!"
As soon as his words fell, Michael Gordon pushed through the crowd without mercy and left, leaving a defiant figure behind...
Ivy stood dumbly where she was and watched as a group of people blocked her tightly. An impulse to strangle Michael Gordon grew within her.
This damn man, using her without even giving her a heads up and then leaving her behind. As for these people, she only recognized some familiar faces but otherwise knew nothing about them. How could she deal with this?
"Miss Aretha, can you give us any information about the signing intention?"
