"A year?"
Ivy murmured softly.
After a moment of thought, she smiled charmingly, "That works too."
It was better than nothing.
She couldn't haggle any further; it would be too much trouble if she angered Christiano.
Ivy knew when to stop. She replied, "Thank you," feeling much better.
Done!
The copyright issue was settled.
She could return to City E with peace of mind, focus on the airport construction, and regain Rong Jingyang's favor.
Everything was so wonderful.
She was one step closer to her anticipated future – becoming the eldest young madam of the Rong family.
With no more worries, Ivy felt refreshed and radiant.
"Ah~~~"
She stretched lazily, her gaze drifting towards the hotel entrance.
Hmph—
With a cold snort, Ivy's demeanor immediately turned icy.
Miranda? Du Ruoxin?
Did they enjoy humiliating her so much? How could she not retaliate!
Ivy slowly messaged Christiano: "Sir, Miranda and I have had a falling out. I request your protection for my safety in the US."
To avoid annoying him, she added: "This is my second request."
Christiano: "Mm."
Ivy flashed a charming, almost sinister smile—Yes!
Turning, she bought a small suit from a roadside boutique and changed into it. She washed her hair, styled it, and applied delicate makeup.
This would cover the marks on her face.
Having "prepared" everything,
Ivy swayed her graceful figure, appearing poised and elegant in the private room.
"Oh, quite lively," she remarked.
There were four people in the room: Du Ruoxin, Miranda, Jack, and a woman Ivy hadn't seen before.
Ivy approached her, smiling and greeting, "You must be Shirley?"
"Hello, hello. My name is Ivy, from Country A, responsible for the new airport construction in City E."
Miranda scoffed, her tone laced with sarcasm, "What fly is this? Be careful, or I'll swat you dead!"
Ivy extended her hand, but Shirley did not reciprocate. Unfazed, she turned and sat next to Jack, then looked at Miranda, "If you compare yourself to a latrine, I have no objections."
"But Jack and Shirley are not in the same league as you. You can insult yourself, but please don't insult them."
She no longer feared Miranda. No, she was here to fight back!
If Miranda didn't bleed, her hatred wouldn't subside.
Miranda's expression stiffened, "Hey!"
The person who had been timid and afraid to talk back or fight back was suddenly so bold.
Had Ivy eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall?
"Where did this lunatic come from? Believe me, I can have you thrown out!"
Miranda threatened, her eyes fierce.
Ivy maintained her polite and composed smile, "I don't believe you."
"I doubt you have the guts."
"Oh, and by the way, before coming in, I settled our room's bill."
"So, Miss Austin, you'd better clarify who is throwing whom out."
Miranda's eyes widened, and she shot up from her seat.
"Damn it!"
"She came prepared!"
Ivy continued to smile, her voice soft and gentle, "Miss Austin, are you leaving? Then I won't see you off."
Miranda: ...Who the hell said she was leaving?
This scheming bitch!
Miranda sat down heavily, "I was calling the waiter. Since someone is treating, we should have the most expensive dishes and the most expensive drinks."
"Waiter!"
A waiter pushed the door open, "Miss, how may I help you?"
Miranda asked, "Do you have any whiskey that costs five hundred thousand a bottle? Or Maotai?"
"If not, go buy some for me."
"Ten bottles!"
The waiter: ...
Du Ruoxin: ...