"I—I was just saying it casually." Ivy Willis was scared into silence, afraid that those rough men with fierce faces might rush over to hit her.
"Oh, you were just saying it casually then." Bella Green suddenly realized, then turned to Alex Latham: "Miss Willis was just speaking casually; it's nothing. Now you can tell the truth."
Alex Latham felt at ease, but looking at Ivy Willis, he still hesitated a bit. After all, offending a person like her wouldn't do any good.
But compared to others, his own interests were more important.
"It—it was Ivy Willis's assistant who came to me before, saying you bullied her last time and asked me to slap you to vent her anger, to teach you a lesson about your place."
Bella Green's lips curled into a cold smile as she looked at Ivy Willis: "How high is the sky, how thick is the earth, I really don't know. How about Miss Willis educates me on this?"
