Ivy Aretha was tense the entire time Michael Gordon held her, not even daring to lift her head, for fear of being photographed straight-on by the media.
Not until Michael brought her into the underground garage and threw her into the driver's cab, which assured there was no one following, did Ivy finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"That scared the life out of me!"
Ivy kept patting her chest, indicating that she needed to catch her breath and ease the tension she had been feeling.
God knows how nervous she had been just now. If she were photographed as Michael Gordon's number one companion, her personal life would be exposed, and it wouldn't matter to her, but it would matter to her precious daughter.
That would definitely cause chaos.
With this thought in mind, Ivy couldn't help but confirm with him, "Mr. Gordon, we won't be in the newspaper headlines tomorrow, will we?"
"Headlines?"
