Henry Sullivan looked at her and his gaze lingered on her.
He curled his lips into a smile as he looked at her, "Hmm, not bad."
"Not bad, right? Then let’s do it," she said as she lay back on the bed.
Henry Sullivan couldn’t help but laugh; this girl really was shaless, but this shalessness was also adorable.
He turned sideways and got onto the bed, pressing down on her, "Then I won’t hold back."
"Hey, wait a minute," she flipped over, and Henry Sullivan lay down accordingly, while Ivy Miller sat on top of him.
"I forgot, today my role isn’t to be the passive one, I’m the leader.
Also, don’t call Ivy today, please call Teacher Miller."
"What kind of nonsense is that."
Ivy Miller leaned down sneakily and whispered in his ear, "Don’t you know? That’s how Teacher Ca’s nickna ca about.
I think I’m quite talented in this area too, so from today onwards, in bed, you should call Teacher Miller."
Henry Sullivan nodded with a suppressed laugh, "Alright, Teacher Miller."
"Comrade Sullivan, here I co..."
At first, Ivy Miller did quite well, but later she ran out of tricks.
Henry Sullivan had to guide her again, making Ivy Miller feel like she had t an obstacle on her path to becoming Teacher Miller.
Looks like she still has to keep working hard.
Just two days later, Jas Yinley returned from Mountain City, bringing an executive secretary along, working from the hotel.
As soon as he returned, he called Ivy Miller, "I’m downstairs at your building now, is it convenient for to visit your place?"
"My place? I’ve been staying at the army base recently."
"Really? Then I should visit you and George Sullivan over there."
"No, no, you can go upstairs, there’s soone upstairs now."
"What do you an?"
Ivy Miller clicked her tongue helplessly, "How can such a smart person be confused, if I’m asking you to go upstairs, it’s definitely because there’s soone upstairs you want to see."
"Did you have Isla move into your place?"
"I can’t let her stay at the old folks’ place all the ti.
Now she’s not afraid of you knowing where she lives, so there’s no need to disturb the old folks anymore.
I had her move over just a few days ago."
"If I go upstairs now, she’s definitely not going to want to see ."
Ivy Miller patted her forehead, "Of course, even the wealthiest businessn have foolish monts.
Sir, you didn’t call today at all.
You just ca straight over to see and George Sullivan, so you go upstairs.
Then when you ring the doorbell, the person who opens the door is her... is that really so hard to act?"
Jas Yinley had to admit, this woman’s crafty ideas are truly abundant.
He laughed, "I really do admire you, Ivy Miller."
"Considering how much you admire , I can even think of more.
You could pretend to be drunk, unable to walk, and talk to us about your longing for your beloved.
Once you go upstairs, you won’t be able to leave, and at night she probably wouldn’t be heartless enough to throw a drunken you out."
Jas Yinley shook his head, this woman is sothing else, "You could definitely be a consultant in love."
"I’m not that idle, alright."
"Okay, then you keep busy, I’ll go be a drunkard now."
Ivy Miller chuckled, "Mr. Yinley, good luck."
"Hey there, don’t call Mr. Yinley anymore; if you think highly of , you can call Brother Yinley.
I’ve been graced by your kindness today, I will surely repay you in the future."
Ivy Miller laughed, "Alright then, it’s easier having more brothers, Brother Yinley, good luck."
After hanging up the phone, Ivy Miller felt that she really had done an imnse deed.
Henry Sullivan asked from the side, "Jas Yinley returned?"
"Mm, he’s right downstairs in our complex, thinking we were still there."
Henry Sullivan heard and tapped her forehead, "You, how did you get so freakishly clever."
"You call this freakishly clever? It’s called smart, okay."
"In my view, not everyone has your ’smartness’, you even had Jas Yinley confused just now."
Ivy Miller giggled, "Exactly, I think I really have the potential to be a white lotus."
"White lotus? What do you an?"
"It’s... you wouldn’t understand."
"But it’s true, Jas Yinley is quite amusing, what’s the point of recognizing sisters so casually."
Ivy Miller couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, "What, are you jealous?"
"This isn’t jealousy, I’m annoyed, why does he keep bothering you for no reason."
"Inappropriately used words, what do you an bothering? How do words instantly change flavor in your mouth?"
"Then what do you call this? I don’t think much of n who recognize sisters outside for no reason.
Isn’t there a saying—how many good sisters do you actually have?
From what I see, Jas Yinley has a lot of sisters out there."
Ivy Miller laughed out loud, "Uncle, why are you being so indignant?
Don’t worry, I think Jas Yinley’s really serious about Isla.
He recognized sisters just casually.
It’s just a polite exchange, you’re overthinking it.
Enough with this, let’s not dwell on this topic.
Let’s talk about sothing else, Uncle, do you think my sche will succeed tonight?
With what you know about Isla, do you think she will take Jas Yinley in tonight?
If Isla does take him in tonight, that would be a good start.
At least it proves that she really can’t bear to be without him."
Henry Sullivan paused and then shook his head, "With Isla’s personality... it’s unlikely.
She’s quite rigid and straightforward, doesn’t easily compromise on things she doesn’t accept.
Personality is hard to change, so I think it’s quite difficult."
"According to what you’re saying, Jas Yinley’s path tonight is full of obstacles," Ivy Miller clicked her tongue and shook her head.
"Who knows, let’s wait and see, but the suggestion you gave him was pretty good.
Whether it works or not is ultimately his own problem."
He said this while rubbing her head, it’s truly a strategy only Ivy Miller could think of.
Ivy Miller nodded, yes, she’s indeed quite looking forward to it now.
Tomorrow she must call Jas Yinley to ask about the outco.
Otherwise, it’ll be maddening, alright.
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