Fifteen shrugged, "Maybe!"
Those ambiguous interactions with Phoebe, she couldn't possibly mention them in front of Ivana Bennett.
In the distance, an assistant ran over.
"Madam, Mr. King requests you to come upstairs for a moment."
Ivana Bennett, who had just been lazily sunbathing, immediately tensed her muscles and neatly got up from her chair.
"What's the matter?"
"You don't need to worry, sir just asked you to go up, didn't say what it was about."
Ivana replied lightly, "Miss Fifteen, let's go, we should head up to take a look."
The two walked together towards the main building again, Ivana spoke once more.
"Do you have any opinions on security?"
