As Jensen Morrison drove out of the heavily guarded area, Ivy Holden finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"What's wrong? Feeling down?" Jensen Morrison reached out to pat Ivy's head.
Ivy dodged to the side, saying sullenly, "If you have something to say, just say it. Keep your hands to yourself."
"Angry?" Jensen Morrison grabbed her wrist. "Don't stoop to the level of people like that."
"But that's the kind of person millions of people envy and admire," Ivy Holden said with a sarcastic laugh.
Jensen Morrison sneered. "Without the Ellison Family, she's nothing."
Ivy said nothing, but silently fumed. 'That's easy to say, but she's an Ellison. Blood is thicker than water. With her family's protection, even if she were a pile of dog crap, someone would still be willing to hold her in the palm of their hand.'
