"Allure International?"
The man squinted at her, his already small eyes narrowing into slits as he sized Ivy Aretha up and down.
"Yes, Allure International!" Ivy Aretha boldly looked at him, waiting for him to give her an answer.
As she asked the question, Ivy Aretha's heart was in her throat. If Michael Gordon was even willing to cooperate with such scum that could be recognized at first glance, she somewhat regretted giving birth to such a lovely woman for him, even though he didn't know it.
"Little girl, you've got a big appetite, wanting to sign with Allure International right after your debut?"
The man looked at her with a strange gleam in his eyes, then took a step toward Ivy Aretha and reached out to touch her face. "But your looks are indeed worthy of such an appetite!"
With a "slap," Ivy Aretha ruthlessly swatted away the man's hand before it touched her cheek.
