Operation Red Book

"I don't care if these bitches don't like me."

“Cause like, I 'm pretty as fxxk…”

Mrs. Emerson's hand was still on the round, gold-bronze doorknob, which was only half-turned.

There was someone inside, but she didn't know who it was. She listened carefully and only heard two unspoken slang words.

Vulgar, mean, vile and unexpectedly inspiring.

She always had an inexplicable thought - the person who said these two sentences should be a hot black person named Megan.

The branches and leaves outside the window fluttered in the wind, hitting the transparent glass windows again and again. The sound of wanting to smash but not wanting to make it make the heat in the air even more unbearable.

The lady's good mood had long since disappeared, and the thorny problem of whether or not to open the door made her even more uneasy.

"Madam, it may be a drunk guest. Just ask the servants to come and take him away."

Claire, the head maid, whispered beside Madam.

"I'm not drunk. I came here specifically to wait for Mrs. Emerson."

The sound from inside the door suddenly grew louder, like an invisible arrow piercing the tenderness in the lady's heart.

Her breathing became disordered along with the sound of the wind, and the lady's fingers holding the door handle slowly turned white like gum.

"Madam, I will go downstairs and call the servant up right away!"

"no need……"

The lady's eyes darkened and her lower lip turned white from biting her teeth. She seemed to have made a great decision. She slammed the bedroom door open.

What caught my eye was a light green floral silhouette sitting in front of the dressing table.

Ivy had her black hair cascading down, and her flesh-colored bra was lightly picked up on her little finger.

"Ms. Ivy, long time no see."

Mrs. Emerson pretended to be calm and walked into the bedroom that belonged to her with dignity.

"It was our poor hospitality last time that caused you to suddenly faint. Are you feeling well these days?"

"I am just overworked. Thank you for your hypocritical regards, ma'am. I am in good health."

Ivy in the mirror smiled. She was holding a bright red lipstick, which was the one in the center of the dressing table drawer.

"Thanks to you, I went to Monet's garden in my dream, where there was a stream covered with flowers."

"I was reflected in the water, with my long hair loose, no waist belt, and only a long skirt made of white cloth..."

Ivy turned around and stood up. Her young face was as clean and beautiful as a gardenia, which was exactly what Mrs. Emerson hated the most.

"It was then that I realized that I was not as ugly as you said. On the contrary, I was extremely beautiful, just like Narcissus, who was obsessed with his own beauty..."

"I wonder what brings you here again, Miss Ivy?" the lady interrupted Ivy impatiently.

"I've been unconscious for two weeks and I'm about to be unable to pay the rent. Your manor is so big, could you please take me in?"

Ivy laughed freely, but the two people opposite her were forcing themselves to smile.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ivy, we have already recruited enough maids, but the Baron Maisel's family next door still needs some capable maids. If you need, I can write you a letter of recommendation."

Claire put her hands on her stomach and politely refused.

"No, you humiliated me, wronged me, ruined my reputation, and left me alone."

Ivy frowned. "Do you still look like the 'Great Mrs. Emerson' that everyone talks about?"

"Ms. Ivy, what are you talking about? I have always been respectful to you, but I don't remember saying anything harsh to you."

"maybe……"

Ivy smiled sarcastically, she slowly walked towards the lady and picked up the teacup filled with water on the table.

"Ms. Ivy! What are you doing!?"

Claire hurriedly stood in front of Mrs. Emerson.

The lady raised her chin and her neck rose high like a swan on the water, but her slightly trembling collarbone revealed her inner fear.

From beginning to end, the lady always looked at Ivy with her eyes slanted, and the light in her eyes was fiery and scorching.

"Relax...Take it easy..."

Ivy frowned and smiled, then drank the tea in her hand.

"I am just an insignificant target at the Chinese wharf. The higher-ups have already targeted me. Why would I commit a crime against them?"

"What on earth do you want to do!"

Mrs. Emerson finally couldn't bear it anymore, and she exploded first, with low roars coming out from between her teeth, and her light thick eyebrows gradually pressed down on her fiery eyes.

Unexpectedly, Ivy was not afraid, her demeanor changed dramatically.

Her red lips are as bright as a blooming rose, and her slightly red eyes are like fuel poured into the heart of the flower.

"Bam—"

A loud shattering sound exploded in the center of both sides.

The exquisite porcelain cup shattered all over the floor, with many of the residues splattered onto the lady's and Claire's dresses. They turned pale and did not dare to move.

"You use people like guns, throw them away when you're done with them, expel them when you're done with them, and if you can't expel them, destroy them in every possible way... You nobles are really good at seeking power!"

"Ordinary people's lives are not worth their own lives, and everyone must suffer humiliation for your reputation? What a great, kind-hearted, and generous person! It's all bullshit!"

"Does it mean that just because you were born with a good belly, you can be arrogant and noble? Does it mean that just because you are lucky enough to sit in a high position, you can be humble and look down on others and be arrogant and self-assured?"

"What a shitty family honor! How hypocritical and self-satisfied! How many people's lives have you sacrificed to gain your own reputation? Isn't the outbreak of the French Revolution enough to warn you?"

"What do you know, you little commoner who has never seen the world!"

Claire blushed and interrupted Ivy's roar loudly.

"Get out of here now, and don't show up in front of the lady again!"

"Don't worry, as long as I get what I want, I will never force myself to step into this damn place again!"

"It's just that now, everything is waiting for me to solve it..."

Ivy slowly slid down and squatted. She picked up a sharp piece of porcelain cup fragment and held it tightly in her palm.

"W-What are you going to do!?"

Claire tightly protected Mrs. Emerson behind her. The lower lips of both women were pale and blue and trembling violently.

"What are you afraid of?" Ivy raised one corner of her mouth.

"Are you afraid that I'll ruin your old face again?"

After that, a trace of determination flashed in Ivy's eyes, she raised her knife and quickly raised her wrist...

"Ahhhh-"

"Oh!"

At the same time, the bedroom door was pushed open by countless people in gray berets, and media reporters poured in, covering the messy scene layer by layer.

"It was her! She broke into the house! She broke the porcelain cup on the table! She wanted to attack me!"

Mrs. Emerson took the lead and frantically told the crowds of people about her difficulties.

But no one listened to her words. The reporters' pens were all directed at Ivy who was covering her neck.

"I was led into the lady's bedroom by the head maid. I thought I would get an apology or comfort from her, but she was so aggressive that she asked me to leave London..."

"We had an argument over this, and she broke the porcelain cup on the table. She, she actually wanted to kill me to silence me!"

The tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes were flushed, and Ivy deliberately squeezed out a few pea-sized tears. This was her specialty.

"She's lying! Don't listen to her! Are you listening to me?"

"Miss Ivy, can you let us see your wound?"

Ivy sniffed and nodded. She loosened her right hand and saw that half of her neck was already covered in blood. She looked very miserable.

"Oh……"

"poor child……"

"There will be big news tomorrow..."

"Wait! Wait! You traitors!"

Mrs. Emerson became completely hysterical. She angrily tore up the notebook at hand and her neck turned red with anxiety.

"perhaps!"

Ivy suddenly changed her tone, and the reporters quickly looked up, like a group of seagulls waiting to be called.

"I cut myself just to get your forgiveness..."

"The great, amazing, and magnanimous lady said that she would put aside the past and provide the greatest support to me and the children in the orphanage..."

Ivy said with self-satisfaction, she straightened her posture and looked like a queen who had won a battle.

"Two different news reports. I believe that for the honor of your family, you will make the right choice."

"You!" the lady roared angrily.

"Shhhhh..." Ivy frowned and shook her head.

"Look, what a coincidence! There are reporters, the royal family, and a piece of news that is about to explode..."

"I only did what you did, my dear lady."

"Hurry up and get dressed. I'll be waiting for your announcement downstairs!"