Chapter 55: That's a Secret

"Olive" he said with a sigh, recovering his original voice, "you're boring.

No wonder Chloe is complaining about you."

Olive opened his palm over her eyes in surprise, she turned back and

hammered his chest with her fist, shouting happily, "Ivy, why are you

here?"

"If you can be here, why can't 1?" Ivy laughed as she punched him.

Privately, Olive didn't behave like a lady, and she didn't’ pretend to be

one unless it's necessary.

"I am just a sidekick of the unscrupulous boss, and you? Is the host your

friend?" Otherwise, how could he travel all the way from Luo city to

Sanya? Only his voice... "And can you ventriloquize?"

She felt like poking his Adam's apple, which was such a body structure

that it could disguise another man's voice without any flaw.

In fact, when she thought of this man, she really did not know anything

about him. Only that he was not a bad man, and he had a good heart.

As for his origin, it was a little mysterious. She didn't ask him didn't

mean she wasn't curious.

Ivy nodded ambiguously, "well, just now you were out of your mind.

Now you're right... "

Just then, she smelled a faint fragrance. A fresh and beautiful girl who

was about sixteen or seventeen years old, suddenly rushed over, "Ivy,

you are hiding here flirting with a beautiful woman, no wonder you

leave me behind.

Olive was about to ask him something else, but was interrupted. She

noticed that the girl rolled eyes and looked at her. The girl had a rich

facial expression. Olive jokingly nudged him on the arm and said, “Why

don't you introduce me to your beautiful girlfriend?”

In fact, she had no idea what kind of friends he had. Whenever she saw

him, he was alone. But at some time of the year he would disappear.

She didn't know what he was up to.

Ivy, with a suspicious flush on his white face, said, "don’t talk nonsense.

This is my friend's baby sister, Xenia, and this is my friend, Olive.”

He introduced the two of them to each other.

The host of the party was from Boswell family, which was a rare last

name, so the girl must be the little master here.

Xenia was not shy, "since we all know each other, why not sneak out

and play together? This party is boring. These are all prudes.”

Olive was amused. The girl was very interesting. She was direct and not

pretentious.

Ivy looked at Olive inquiringly, “is it convenient for you?"

Olive peered through the crack in the door. She found that Alan was

surrounded by the group, and his eyes that she didn't know whether

intentionally or not, looked at her, making her feel like she's being shot.

She shivered inexplicably. Heck, he was clearly laughing and talking to

those people.

"Why don't you join us? It's only fun when there are lots of people.”

Xenia should be easy to play well with people. She took Olive's hand

graciously and warmly!

"Sure." Olive didn't shy away and readily agreed.

In this way, she slipped out of the banquet hall under Alan's Hoyle eyes.

As an assistant, she knew that this was a little disrespectful. Somehow

she just wanted to go against his will. She asked the waiter to bring him

a simple message: she met a friend, so she left first, and she would go

back to the hotel by herself.

In the car, Xenia rocked her head with the fierce electronic music.

Ivy turned the volume down a little, "Xenia, it's not right for you to

sneak out like this."

Xenia winked at him a little disconcertingly, "you know what's wrong

and you're on my side."

Olive, with a woman's intuition, caught adoring eyes of Xenia when

Xenia looked at Ivy wittily. This girl loved Ivy.

Ivy said, "your elder brother asked me to look after you. He was afraid

you would make trouble and let me watch over you.”

"My elder brother has resigned himself to his fate. What else can I do? I

can only pretend not to see, out of sight, out of mind.” The sarcasm on

Xenia's face belied her age.

"Your brother, he has his responsibilities and pressures, but he loves

you." Ivy tries to explain.

"I know my brother is probably the only one in my family who really

cares about me. As for my unscrupulous father, well, his plan was to use

my brother's wedding to introduce me to the playboy whose last name

was Gold. My father was such an old fool. If he wants me to do what he

says, unless I get my head caught in the door. He forced my brother to

marry a woman he didn't love, and my father still tried to control me.

That's impossible. What kind of bad business did he do at the cost of

the happiness of his children’s lives? I think he only cared about his

company, his power and his status. He never thinks whether we are

willing or not, but he sees us only as pawns and pawns in exchange for

business interests. If he really forces me, I won't listen to him like my

brother does. If I couldn't, I'd run away. I don’t want to be the young

lady of Boswell family anyway. What is life without freedom? I'd be

crazy to spend my life with a man I don't love.”