"Don't misunderstand me! I don't consider you a substitute for my ex. You're much better than him. My ex had no ambition and nowhere near your level of competence..." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Feake, I'm not interested in your personal life." Missy chuckled. "Then what are you interested in? Lucas, there's no one else here so you don't need to be so cautious." "I'm not being cautious; I'm speaking the truth. Ms. Feake, give up on any notions you might have. I'm not interested in you." Lucas' tone grew sterner. "I'm not interested in investing in your father's company either. If it wasn't for Caspian's insistence, I would never have met with you." Lucas' cold and detached attitude shocked Missy. She had never seen such an indifferent man, apart from Hayden. She had once been infatuated with Hayden. She had been coldly rejected by him in a similarly straightforward manner. "Could you please explain why you don't like me? I'm good-looking, and I have a great body..." Missy
Lucas' face was still flushed from the alcohol. "What did you think would happen between us?" He paused and glanced at Ivy. "Where's Caspian?" "He's probably sleeping in your office. Your face is quite red. Do you want to go home and rest?" Ivy asked. "I'm not drunk," Lucas retorted. "I can drive you home, you know! I drove Caspian's car today, and I realized I'm not too bad at driving." Ivy followed behind him as he walked on. "Where's Ms. Feake? Did you drop her off at the hotel?" she asked as they entered the office. "No, we just chatted briefly and went our separate ways," Lucas replied. "What did you talk about? I feel like Ms. Feake has a thing for you. Did she confess her feelings or do something to you?" Ivy inquired. "You seem to know everything. Are you assuming that or did she tell you about it?" Lucas asked. "It's just a guess! Her behavior was quite obvious." Ivy followed Lucas into the office. "What did you two actually talk about?" Lucas frowned. "Are you
Ivy noticed that he was hesitating and took the form back. "Why don't I send it to her? I have her number." "Ivy, why are you helping me?" "Because I'm your employee, of course!" Lucas was more casual and bold after drinking and said, "Why won't you tell me the truth? I have my own judgment. Don't take me for a fool!" Ivy batted her eyes innocently. "Mr. Woods, are you drunk? Should I go make you some tea?" Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose. His senses were intact, but he did feel slightly dizzy so he did not stop her from making tea. Carrying the form, Ivy picked up Lucas' teacup and made her way to the refreshment area. She brewed a cup of herbal tea and then took out her phone to snap photos of the form, sending them directly to her brother. Hayden was familiar with her handwriting, so, even if she sent the pictures to Missy, her brother would eventually realize that it had been her who had filled out the form. Thinking that her brother's actions were going too fa
Staring intently at him, Ivy murmured, "Lucas, it's me, Irene! Can't you recognize me? Is it really that hard? Even though my face has changed, my personality hasn't! Who else would be so nice to you?" Ivy sighed involuntarily. At the same time, a knock sounded from behind her. Ivy immediately turned and was startled to see Caspian standing at the door. Quickly, Ivy walked to the door, pulled Caspian outside, and closed it behind them. "Caspian, how did you sneak up on me like that?" "I wasn't sneaking up on you. You were just so engrossed with staring at Lucas that you didn't hear me." Caspian said with a laugh, "Ivy, is Lucas really that handsome? You are head over heels for him. I don't think he's much better than me. Why don't girls chase after me?" Ivy stared at Caspian for a moment, then teased, "Lucas is more handsome than you." "I'm taller than him!" "Are you? I feel like you two are about the same height!" "Being taller by one centimeter still counts as being
Ivy took out another piece of cake and took a bite out of it. "He knows that I like him. I made it quite obvious." Lucas' mother chuckled. "And how did he respond?" "I'm from Aryadelle. It's quite far from Taronia," Ivy said. Lucas' mother instantly froze as she understood the implications of Ivy's words. "Are you saying you wouldn't be able to marry and move here?" Ivy nodded. "My parents wouldn't let me marry here, and I don't want to leave them. They treat me really well." Lucas' mother nodded in understanding "I can see that. You're always smiling, have a good personality, and it's clear that you come from a happy family." Ivy affirmed her assumptions: "Yes. My parents weren't very keen on letting me come here, but I insisted. They didn't stop me, but they would absolutely not allow me to settle down here." "If you're doing well in Aryadelle, there's no point in settling down in Taronia. Even though I haven't been abroad, I know that Aryadelle is quite developed." Luc
"No need for you to come personally. I'll have it sent to your hotel. Just come down to pick it up when it arrives." Ivy was somewhat taken aback by his kindness. "Boss, you're suddenly being so nice to me. I'm a bit unused to it. It feels like a dream. You've only treated me this well in dreams." Lucas couldn't help but give a dry chuckle in response to her words. "I don't recall bullying you?" From Lucas' perspective, he had treated Ivy quite well. Ivy blushed as she explained, "You haven't bullied me, but you also haven't treated me so nicely. You're taking the initiative to give me a gift... I'm really moved." A faint flush crept up Lucas' cheeks. "Didn't you say you'd bring back mooncakes from your country for me?" He couldn't just accept a gift without giving one in return, right? Ivy responded, "I haven't brought the mooncakes yet!" Lucas said, "Since that's the case, when you bring me the mooncakes, I'll give you the gift." Ivy immediately countered, "No way! Sinc
Ivy glanced at the receptionist and said, "My friend's name is Lucas Woods." The receptionist immediately handed the package to Ivy. She took the box and walked toward the hotel entrance. "Has Lucas realized who I am? Why else would he give me my grandmother's bracelet?" she thought. Outside the hotel, rain poured steadily and cars rushed along the street, but Ivy's heart was peaceful. Holding the package, she headed for the elevator. Back in her room, Ivy opened the box and carefully examined the bracelet that contained all her childhood memories. Upon returning home, Lucas unlocked his phone but found no messages or calls from Ivy. She must have received the gift, and he wondered how she was feeling at the moment. He suspected that Ivy was Irene, but he lacked the courage to confront her directly. In fact, he had already asked Ivy this question before, and she had denied it. Lucas was a sensitive person. He knew Ivy had settled in Aryadelle with a loving and wealthy
This was the first time Archer had seen Ivy so angry, and he immediately apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was that important." Ivy calmed down and explained, "This bracelet was given to me by the old lady who raised me." "I see. Why would Lucas have your grandma's possession, though?" "I used to owe someone a big sum of money, and they took this bracelet from me as insurance. Lucas repurchased it from them." Realization dawned on Archer. "I see! It's no wonder you like him so much!" "I used to look hideous and had no friends at all. Not only was he not disgusted by me, but he was also kind. My parents and siblings all want to test him, but, to me, he passed all the tests when we first met." "That's in the past. You've been out of touch with him for the past three years, and you don't know if he's changed," Archer said. "Of course, he hasn't changed. If he had become a bad person, he wouldn't have managed to open his own firm." "Tell your parents that, then. In a