Eliza Sutton heard her but just clicked her tongue, not giving Brenda Preston any other reaction.
Brenda Preston stomped her foot in anger, the hatred for Eliza Sutton nearly spilling from her eyes.
’If Eliza Sutton thinks marrying into the Lockwood Family to ward off misfortune gives her the right to step on my toes, then I’ll show her she’s dreaming!’
’A bitch is a bitch. She deserves to spend her whole life in the mud, being trampled on!’
As Eliza Sutton walked out, she mulled over the situation with Brenda Preston. Based on today, Brenda definitely wouldn’t let this go easily.
In other words, she needed to leave the Lockwood Group’s design departnt as soon as possible. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Brenda Preston; in her eyes, all of Brenda’s little sches were practically a joke.
However, Eliza felt that spending her ti on such pointless matters was a waste.
"Sis! Isla!"
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind her. Eliza Sutton turned to see a young man in flashy, flamboyant clothes running toward her. Her body tensed, and her foot twitched, ready to kick out at a mont’s notice.
"Sis, have rcy! It’s , your little brother." The man took off his glasses and pointed to his own face, which could only be described as beautiful. "It’s , Ivan Willow. I’ve already knelt and acknowledged you as my big sister."
It was indeed Ivan Willow.
"Why are you dressed like this? And what are you doing here?"
"I ca because I missed you, of course, Isla." Ivan Willow grinned, his eyebrows dancing expressively.
Eliza Sutton raised an eyebrow. "Speak normally, or I’ll beat you up."
"Oh." Ivan Willow looked a little hurt, but he quickly perked up. "Isla, I have a favor to ask. Can you help out?"
"No." Eliza Sutton turned and started to walk away.
Ivan Willow scurried to keep up. "No? Why not? Isla, you can’t refuse so cruelly! We have a bond forged through kowtowing!"
Eliza: "...You knelt to apologize!"
’Does an apology count as a bond?’
"Exactly! I already knelt! Doesn’t that earn any consideration?" Seeing that Eliza Sutton was ignoring him, Ivan Willow ran in front of her, plopped down on the ground, and hugged her thigh, starting to wail at the top of his lungs.
Eliza Sutton was completely caught off guard.
After all, even Emtt had stopped using the thigh-hugging thod to get what he wanted.
But here was Ivan Willow, a man in his twenties, kneeling on command, hugging thighs on command, and crying on command, with none of an adult’s dignity.
"Get up!" A vein throbbed on Eliza Sutton’s temple.
"I won’t!" Ivan Willow was resolute. "If you don’t agree, I’m not getting up! I’ll let everyone know how you’ve been heartless and abandoned !"
Eliza Sutton was speechless.
’When was I ever heartless and had abandoned him?’
"Get up first," Eliza Sutton threatened. "If you don’t, I’m going to get rough."
"Oh." Ivan Willow stood up, blinking his big eyes and looking pitifully at Eliza Sutton, as if he were about to burst into tears at any second.
Eliza Sutton was getting a headache. She said with resignation, "All right, spit it out. What on earth is it?"
"I want you to be my girlfriend!"
"Hm?" Eliza Sutton’s tone turned dangerous, her expression clearly saying, ’You may be young, but you sure are bold.’
Ivan Willow imdiately clarified, "Isla, don’t get wrong! I just want you to pretend. I don’t know what’s gotten into my old man, but he t so random woman and now says she’s going to be my wife.
And who am I? The handso, dashing, suave Ivan Willow! How could just any random woman lay a finger on ? So I told the old man I already have a girlfriend and that he should stop worrying. But who knew he wouldn’t believe and would insist I bring my girlfriend over for him to see? He even said that with my taste, any girlfriend I pick would be no good, and that I should break up with her imdiately. I had no choice! For the sake of my future happiness, I could only co to you for help."
"You’re the great Master Willow. Surely plenty of won would be willing to do you this favor."
"Yes, if I just ask, an ocean of won would be willing to help . The problem is, my old man’s standards are high and his judgnt is vicious. Most won start trembling at the sight of him and can’t even get a word out, so how could they help fend off this unwanted romance? I thought it over and over, and only you, Isla, with your beauty, grace, and extraordinary presence, are qualified for the job."
Eliza: "...Don’t think you can just flatter into agreeing."
"Isla, I’ve laid it all out for you, and you’re still not going to agree?" Ivan Willow’s eyes widened, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears again.
"..."
"Isla, please just agree. It’s really just one al, just to make an appearance. I swear I have no other intentions." Ivan Willow tugged on Eliza Sutton’s sleeve, refusing to let go.
"Isla, I’m begging you. Please."
Eliza Sutton noticed that people were starting to stare. "Get up."
"Okay, I’m up. Let’s go." When Ivan Willow saw Eliza Sutton wasn’t moving, he made to grab her thigh again.
Eliza Sutton was getting an imnse headache. "Fine, fine, fine! I’ll go with you."
Ivan Willow imdiately bead, his sowhat effeminate face blooming like a flower.
「An hour later. The Imperial Feast.」
Ivan Willow parked the car, walked over to the passenger side, and pulled the door open.
"Isla, let’s go."
Eliza: "You go in first. I’m going to get so air and will co in after."
Ivan Willow: "Are you trying to trick into going in first so you can sneak off? Isla, after all the tis I’ve called you Isla, after I’ve been so pathetic, you’re just going to disregard my lifelong happiness? How can you live with yourself?"
As he spoke, he looked like he was about to start crying and grab her thigh again.
"..." ’How many tis is he going to threaten to cry?!’
Eliza Sutton couldn’t take it anymore. "How does this crying and sniveling look anything like the profligate scion of the Willow Family, the top dog of Seabourne?"
Ivan Willow pouted. "Even the top dog of Seabourne has to kneel before my old man."
Then he switched back to flattery. "Isla, I’m really not trying to give you a hard ti. I just don’t have a choice. Only a woman as beautiful, cool, and capable as you can make my grandfather change his mind."
"Isla, you’re the only one who can save ! I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with so ugly hag!"
"Shut up!" Eliza Sutton snapped. She took a deep breath and got out of the car. "Let’s go."
Ivan Willow imdiately extended his arm.
"What for?"
Ivan Willow said, "To link arms, of course. We should at least be holding hands. We need to look lovey-dovey."
As he spoke, he reached for Eliza Sutton’s wrist, but under Isla’s death glare, he could only withdraw his hand sheepishly.
Ivan Willow said pitifully, "Fine, we won’t hold hands. Hmph."
Eliza Sutton shot him a look. "Lead the way. I’m leaving in half an hour."
"Oh." Ivan Willow was feeling particularly wronged. ’Isla is so an,’ he thought.
But then he rembered the magnificent sight of Isla beating him to a pulp, and he quickly cheered up. With Isla taking charge, that absurd fiancée would definitely be taken care of!
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