Ivelle was a little hooked and when she offered to be nice, she had no reason to say anything more.

She nodded and put the phone away.

Vaguely aware of a warm look, she subconsciously looked up to the man's dark and bright black eyes.

Jordan!

Jordan seemed to be here to talk business. He was surrounded by several middle-aged men who were talking to him.

When she saw him stop suddenly, she shivered and looked over.

Being watched by a group of people who didn't seem to have a simple status would inevitably lead to discomfort.

Ivelle pursed her lips, staggered with Jordan's eyes, looked faintly away, and pretended...