Ice and Fire

Chapter 809 The Charlady (Part Two)

Ivy's eyebrow shot up and she looked behind her. Looking at Mike, she said with conviction, "Excuse

me, I am not a charlady. How dare you call me that. I have a name and I am a field assistant, not a

charlady."

Lawrence and Mike both looked at Ivy. Lawrence, still with a calm face, looked away. He decided not to

pay attention and he did not need to talk to her, anyway.

"Oh, field assistant. Isn't that the same with charlady? Just a different term." Mike teasingly asked,

having fun.

"You," looking at Mike's smile, Ivy was so angry that she couldn't say anything.

Annoyed by Mike's laugh, Ivy looked at the other man. She wanted to see if he was also laughing at

her. She wouldn't know what to do if they both were.

Lawrence turned the moment Ivy looked at him. They were suddenly both looking at each other.

Ivy's first thought was that he was so handsome and he looked like a gentleman.

Lawrence noticed that she looked beautiful, despite her messy hair.

It was suddenly quiet in the elevator.

"What are you looking at? Stop staring." Lawrence said coldly and turned away.

Ivy immediately turned away and looked down at her feet. "I am really sorry. I'm a field assistant for the

show on the eighteenth floor and it's about to start. I have to bring these clothes backstage as fast as I

can. I did not notice that this is an exclusive elevator. I'm sorry about that, I was just in a rush."

Ivy sincerely apologized. Judging from their tone and their clothes, the man she was looking at and his

companion must be big bosses. She did not want to irritate them. She chose to look down and move

away from them as much as she could. She did not want to bother them with the clothes she's carrying.

As long as they didn't cross her bottom line, she could bear anything.

"Oh, you work for Alice, then?" Mike asked, suddenly interested.

"Yes," Ivy nodded and decided to look at Mike. "Why? Do you know our boss?" she asked.

"Know her? Hah," Mike laughed and continued, "Of course we know.."

Lawrence looked at Mike, gave him a nudge and interrupted what he was about to say.

"Mike," Lawrence called him out. Mike glanced at Lawrence and immediately stopped talking.

Reaching the eighteenth floor, the elevator stopped and the doors pinged open again. Without a

second glance, Ivy apologized again and ran off with the clothes she's carrying.

Getting out of the elevator, Lawrence and Mike both saw the reception desk. They approached and

upon registering, they continued to where the show was being held.

The show was going on smoothly. The audience was admiring every part of it. Lawrence walked down

the aisle with Mike in tow. They sat side by side in the first row.

"Lawrence," Mike suddenly called out to him. "Look at that guy, isn't that Alice's boyfriend?" he asked,

looking at Tim.

Lawrence glanced to where Mike was looking at. He saw Tim, he knew him because he had him

investigated.

Mike continued, "It's been said that he gets along well with your brother-in-law. They say those two

have a good relationship and that Tim has quite a potential. He's a public figure in this city, after all."

"What does that have to do with me? What does he have to do with me? Why should I care?"

Lawrence said coldly, looking straight ahead. He thought, 'Mike is talking too much today.'

"No, not really," Mike responded. Looking around them, he leaned closer to Lawrence and whispered,

"But Alice will definitely introduce him to you. I just want to let you know ahead."

Then Mike straightened up and looked ahead of him, admiring the show.

Lawrence kept his focus on the show. He hadn't even met his brother-in-law, yet. So there was no need

for him to get to know Greg's friend.

After the show, everyone headed to the after party dinner. With an ambient music in the background,

people were gracefully mingling with other guests, each holding a glass of wine.

Lawrence had no patience for this kind of scene and already wanted to leave. But he thought of Alice

and how she would feel if he just left without appreciating everything she had prepared for today.

Mike, knowing very well how his friend felt about gatherings like this, called out to him, "Hey, Lawrence. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Does your wine taste bad?"

"Don't you find this boring?" Lawrence sighed. In addition to the tons of waiters around, the men were

all in suits. Women were all in different extravagant dresses. They were all mingling with each other as

if they're having fun. They all had fake smiles and expressions.

"Hey, cheer up. Since we just returned, maybe there are people here we can meet whom we haven't

met before," said Mike. He had always been indifferent to people and occasions like this.

Drinking wine, Mike leaned towards Lawrence and whispered, "Oh, by the way, I heard that Alice also

invited your brother-in-law, but he rejected her invite. I don't know if he just doesn't want to see you or

because he has not yet recovered from Violet leaving him."

Lawrence face changed upon hearing Violet's name. He scowled and turned to stare at Mike.

Sensing Lawrence's hostility and seeing the expression on his face, Mike immediately realized that he

said something wrong. He hurriedly added, "Okay, okay, I clearly said something wrong. Sorry."

Realizing his mistake, Mike apologized. He knew that Lawrence's sister and his mother were the two

most important people in his friend's heart.

"How about you tell me how the thing I asked you to investigate is going?" annoyed by Mike, Lawrence

asked.

"The man was caught and is ready for you and your interrogation," Mike proudly replied. He was one of

the most reliable when it came to things like this.

"Very well. Take him to the bar tomorrow. I'll be there and we can interrogate him," Lawrence turned

and walked out the door without waiting for a response from Mike.

"Okay. No problem," Mike replied. Then, seeing Lawrence walk towards the door, he hurriedly asked,

"Where are you going?"

"The bathroom."

Standing in front of the sink, Lawrence looked at himself in the mirror. Staring at himself, all he could

think of was one person. Clenching his fists, he couldn't help but constantly think of his rage and hatred

towards her.

"Yes, Rebecca. Don't worry too much, I will take good care of your Mom. Just focus on what you do

and your work. Just don't tire yourself too much. Remember that your health is the most important thing

to take care of," Ivy said, talking on the phone while walking in to the bathroom.

Lawrence, still standing in front of the sink, heard every word that Ivy said. His face slowly changed as

he realized who she was talking to.

"Okay, okay. You too. Bye," Smiling, Ivy hung up the phone.

Just as Ivy was about to enter the bathroom, she saw someone standing in front of the sink. Looking

up, she saw Lawrence looking at her. Their eyes met through the mirror and Ivy was stunned. This was

the guy she met in the elevator. He looked so charming and handsome.