As he spoke, Michael Gordon moved away from her, and then glanced at Ivy Aretha's chest, "What are you nervous about? You didn't even show any cleavage. Do you really think your charm is enough to arouse a man's desire just by talking?"
He returned to his seat while speaking and pressed the remote control to unlock the door. Not many people could accurately appear at the bell of his CEO office!
It must be that guy.
Just as he thought that, Jaysen Smith's ever-calm face appeared before him.
"What's going on?"
As Jaysen Smith entered the room, he saw Ivy Aretha standing helplessly in the corner, her body stiff, her expression dazed and somewhat nervous, her cherry lips somewhat red and swollen, clearly showing signs of being bitten.
"Michael, you didn't force her to kiss you, did you?" Jaysen glanced at Ivy Aretha and carelessly sat down on the nearest sofa to Michael, in a rare teasing mood.
