Chapter 504: Chapter 504

###Chapter 501 Encounter After Returning Home - Part 11

Ivelle was a little hooked and when she offered to be nice, she had no reason to say anything more.

She nodded and put the phone away.

Vaguely aware of a warm look, she subconsciously looked up to the man's dark and bright black eyes.

Jordan!

Jordan seemed to be here to talk business. He was surrounded by several middle-aged men who were talking to him.

When she saw him stop suddenly, she shivered and looked over.

Being watched by a group of people who didn't seem to have a simple status would inevitably lead to discomfort.

Ivelle pursed her lips, staggered with Jordan's eyes, looked faintly away, and pretended not to know him.

The emotion of Rafaela on one side was obviously a little more excited. She pulled her and said, "Do you really know each other?"

"I am not familiar with him!" Ivelle said. She was thinking that it was late and she should go back.

"Since you know each other, go and say hello. It doesn't matter whether you are familiar with him or not." Rafaela tugged at her, almost somewhat dragging.

Ivelle wanted to push her away but she was stronger than her. It was a little difficult and Ivelle sensed that she was about to pull me up.

Ivelle couldn't help but worry and pushed her away with all her strength. She didn't stand still for a while and sat on the ground with a moment of awkwardness in the atmosphere.

She looked at her, a little confused and a little angry, "Ivelle, what are you doing?"

Ivelle froze for a moment, looked at her, a little sorry, and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

At this time, somehow, Jordan and a group of people had come towards her.

Probably because she was blocking Jordan's way, Jordan glanced at Felix who helped Rafaela up on the ground.

Out of gentlemanly manners, he asked, "Are you all right, miss?"

Rafaela's face suddenly changed even her voice had become a bit soft.

Then she looked at Jordan and said, "Thank you. I was just talking to Ivelle about you. She said you were acquaintances."

Ivelle frowned. When did she say that?

Jordan cast his eyes on her and his dark eyes shone slightly and his voice was low and introverted. "Have you eaten yet?"

With a very ordinary greeting, Ivelle nodded and saw the people who followed him were looking at her. She felt a little uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man who followed Jordan and seemed to cater to Jordan smiled and said, "Boss Astley has met an acquaintance. What's your name, beautiful woman?" Will you join us for Sing later?"

Ivelle might have taken for some ambiguous girl of Jordan.

Ivelle smiled and shook her head. "No, I have things to do. Have a good time, everyone."

She got up and was ready to leave but she was pulled by Rafaela. She looked at several people and said, "It's rare to meet acquaintances. It's all fate!"

Ivelle frowned.

After a faint glance at the fat man, she thought Jordan came to A market to talk about things.

The king bureau listened to Rafaela's words and showed a smile on his face

Jordan looked at her with deep eyes and did not open his mouth but his eyebrows frowned slightly. He obviously did not like what the man said.

Ivelle knew him too well. Without waiting for him to open his mouth, Ivelle followed Rafaela's words directly, looked at the man, and said, "It's the king's bureau. I've never seen the world before. As soon as your words come out, it's our honor."

That king bureau laughed openly.

He reached out to her, ready to pull her into the private room, she subconsciously wanted to avoid, but her body was blocked by Rafaela, for a time there was no place to turn to avoid.

Ivelle felt sick and no one wanted to be touched by a greasy, disgusting middle-aged man.

A cold sweat broke out at once and Ivelle felt disgusted and wanted to open her mouth and push people away.

But before she could do anything, her arm was tightly held by a force and pulled closer to his arms.

The man said in a low voice, "Let's go!"

The people around her were stupefied for a moment and the king's hand that had reached out to pull her was stiff in mid-air.

When he heard those words, he withdrew his hand slightly and smiled awkwardly. "Ah, let's wait for Boss Astley let's go!"

Ivelle was held by Jordan in his arms, almost half of her body was leaning on him and outsiders looked more than ambiguous.

Her arm was pinched by Rafaela. Ivelle raised her hand and rubbed it. The man's low voice approached, "What's the matter?"

Ivelle shook her head and said faintly, "It's all right!"

Rafaela followed Felix and she looked gloomily at her and Jordan.

Ivelle didn't know why she suddenly approached her but now she did.

Ivelle was afraid that Rafaela was not able to escape Jordan's charms.

What's more, in Rafaela's mind, even if she was sturdy and ordinary, she still thought she was top-notch and she belonged to a typical narcissistic personality.

It is estimated that, in her consciousness, perhaps only a man like Jordan would be worthy of her.

When they arrived at the box, several people ordered wine and began to sing.

Ivelle asked the manager for some girl's drink.

Felix was a married man, he was always clean and he naturally did not order, Jordan pulled her to sit next to him and he also did not order.

Four or five other men ordered and a group of beautiful young girls served as companions and was singing.

The atmosphere appeared a little extravagant and dirty and Rafaela began to read the scriptures.

Felix was a quiet man, so he made an excuse and went out.

Although the fat man was lecherous, he also knew that he was here to talk about business.

In the middle of the game, he asked the little girl around him to persuade Ivelle to drink, moved to Rafaela, and didn't know what he said.

Rafaela came to her, pulled her, and said she wanted to join her on Sing.

Ivelle was not stupid, this king's bureau was originally here to talk about things, at this time to get a young girl for Jordan.

Being pulled by Rafaela, Ivelle can't help but get a little bored.

She just got up and said, "It's getting late. We should go to Grace."

Rafaela was stupefied for a moment, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, let's play here for a while and pass by!"

With that, she pushed a glass of wine to her and said, "Ivelle, come and have a drink together, we can be regarded as past grievances."

When Ivelle frowned, she always felt that she was so purposeful that it was not the best choice for her to be a friend or a colleague.