But the private room is only so big, and the only ones who left directly were them.
Even if they try to minimize their presence, they still become the focus of everyone's gaze.
Ivy Vaughn, in a fit of rage, pointed at them, her nostrils flaring, losing control of her facial expressions, unable to speak.
Jasmine Jennings yawned, kindly reminding, "If you're really not leaving, then just don't."
"Ah yes, Ivy Vaughn, tell us, how are you going to get dirt on Sierra Summers? How will you create it?"
Jasmine Jennings finished her drink, laughing with squinted eyes, looking quite pleased.
Sierra Summers sat beside her, glanced at Ivy Vaughn, and thought for a moment, "Wouldn't you plan to take nude photos?"
Ivy Vaughn's pupils shrank, then she laughed wildly, "As long as you know, Sierra Summers. You don't think we can't handle you with so many of us, right? I'm waiting to see how you'll beg us then."
She chuckled.
She seemed just like a brainless side character.
