Looking at the inquisitive gazes of the crowd, Ivy River wasn't the least bit flustered, "I've seen the design and even offered some suggestions."
The crowd: !!!
This statement was even more explosive!
Upon hearing this, Isla stopped sobbing, "What kind of advice could someone like you give Lynn? Don't let the new series end up on a different level than the previous one."
Ivy turned to look at her, nodding slightly, "Oh, sorry, I forgot. Since you've spoken, let's settle the score now."
Isla turned towards Edwin Blake, crying, "Edwin, help me, at first I really didn't know she was wearing a high-quality knockoff, otherwise I wouldn't have meddled with Ivy's affairs."
Hearing "Ivy," Ivy River instinctively gagged, "Ivy is not for you to call, just call me Ivy River or Miss River."
As Isla heard this, she started to cry again and tried to walk towards Edwin Blake.
Ivy River directly picked up the red wine beside her and threw it at Isla's feet, "Who allowed you to leave?"
