"Ladies, please enjoy your coffee."
In the cafe, after a waitress brought coffee to the room, Viola nodded slightly.
On the other side, Ivy was stirring coffee slowly. She was shocked. "How did you know I work for this magazine?"
"Nothing is impossible as long as you have money." Ivy put down the spoon and looked at her calmly.
Viola was speechless.
"Don't you know who the groom is?" Ivy raised her left hand. A diamond ring was shining on her ring finger.
She looked away to avoid the eye contact.
She had a bad guess in her mind, but she could not believe it.
After hesitating for a while, she asked uneasily, "Who are you going to marry?"
Ivy blushed with happiness.
She seemed to have seen through her mind, and said word by word with bravado, "I have been in love with Zarian for such a long time. Except for him, how could I marry anyone else?"
Her words made Viola's heart ache. She couldn't face such a reasonable reality.
She heard her own bitter voice speak, "Really? I almost forget that you are engaged, but I can't interview you now."
"No, you can't do that. Viola, your chief editor has already accepted the invitation for you." "If you refuse, will you be fired?"
Viola clenched her hands and said in a cold tone, "Thanks for your concern, Miss An."
"But Zarian wants to talk to you recently. And I hope you can witness the happiness of me and him." "You'd better think about it."
"No, I don't need to. I'm not going," said Viola firmly, with her eyelids lowered
Ivy's face darkened with anger.