Operation Red Book

"Are you unhappy, Miss Ivy?"

A shadow blocked the clear moonlight, like a flying butterfly in the darkness, fearless and reckless.

Ivy raised her eyes while sobbing, and felt herself falling into a fluorescent green lake.

She felt a gentle touch on her face. It was a soft and delicate handkerchief, gently wiping away the tears on her face.

My heartbeat was heavy, but it suddenly became lively when that person approached.

"Can you still stand up?"

The man asked gently, his cold fingers brushing across Ivy's cheek, leaving a hot feeling.

"If you allow me, I can help you to your bedroom to rest..."

"no need……"

Ivy quickly declined, holding onto the railing beside her and standing up slowly.

The person in front of her followed her steps, protecting her with both hands in the air, and slowly stood up.

The handsome face suddenly brightened up, like the bright moon after the clouds dissipated, towering in the night sky.

"Thank you for your concern, Count Waite."

Ivy lowered her head, saluted perfunctorily, and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, a cold touch suddenly jumped onto her right hand and surrounded her tightly.

"Ivy..."

Count White's deep, magnetic voice echoed behind her, and along with the rolling waves, it spread into Ivy's heart.

"Can I call you Ivy?"

Ivy still had her back to him. After a long moment, she let out a sound from her throat as a response.

Count White curled the corners of his mouth and pulled Ivy to a brighter place.

The cold moonlight shone through Ivy's eyes, and the light of the bright moon illuminated all the darkness before her eyes.

Count Waite's face was brighter and clearer, and of course, softer and more handsome.

The cool aroma surrounds

Ivy's nose tip, she was a little confused, it seemed that as soon as she met this man, her mind became extremely confused.

"You can tell me what troubles you have encountered."

Count Waite asked softly. He meant it sincerely, but Ivy still concealed the truth.

"I haven't seen the young master of the Emerson family for a long time..."

Sure enough, the other party was stunned and his breathing suddenly dropped.

Ivy gently pinched the edge of her skirt with her fingers, and continued to talk to herself with her head down:

"I haven't seen him since the night the Thames burst its banks..."

"is it?"

"Well, I had made an appointment with him to come to Shisanfang to watch the show together, but I waited for him the whole night and he didn't even show up..."

"Oh, is it so?"

Count Waite put his hands behind his back. His voice was still gentle, but his tone was slightly more serious.

"I also saw cousin Dorian at Mrs. Emerson's these days."

"Really?" Ivy's mood became a little heavy.

"He is still as well-behaved as before. Madam has invited him to several afternoon tea parties, and he has behaved very well."

"Oh……"

"Maybe I was too busy, so I ignored you. Next time I see you, I will ask for you."

"Thank you, Lord Earl. I will be leaving now."

Ivy bowed and took a few steps back.

"Are you anxious about this sudden promotion?"

As expected, the cold arrow pierced her heart. Although she was prepared, she was a little nervous when it really happened.

Ivy stopped walking, but her body fell backwards.

"The power you suddenly have, the financial resources you control all at your fingertips... and of course more responsibility."

"Meet more big people with faces and noses, and encounter more small people with different personalities...all of them must pass through your own eyes."

"Countless numbers are in front of me; subordinates who obey my orders are standing in front of me; people I dare not even think about are sitting in front of me..."

Count Waite walked as he spoke, his black leather boots making a creaking sound on the shaking wooden boards.

"Of course I'm afraid. How old are you? How much experience have you had? What hardships have you experienced? What do you want? At this moment, you don't even know..."

"so……"

A pair of hands gently rested on Ivy's shoulders. She shook violently, and her already heavy breathing became even more disordered.

"You are afraid. You are afraid of stagnating, and even more afraid of taking big steps forward, right?"

"me……"

Her throat suddenly became extremely dry, and the breeze blew into Ivy's ears. She couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

“It’s okay…it’s okay…”

"I just need to ask you a simple question..."

Count White put his lips close to Ivy's ear, and the warm air sprayed on her earlobe, making her feel itchy and numb.

Ivy's body changed again without any warning, like a sudden storm at sea.

"Do you accept the position of the manager?"

"accept."

Almost at the same time, Ivy said what was in her mind.

She swallowed, turned and looked at Count Waite, with an affirmation in her eyes that was harder than diamonds.

"Of course I have to accept it. This is my achievement and a reward for me. Why should I give it up so easily?"

She spoke in a powerful voice, her clenched fists trembling slightly at the edge of her skirt.

"The opportunity is right in front of me, so of course I have to grab it regardless of the consequences."

"Then, climb up step by step, step by step!"

"I want to stand in the center of the stage. I want everyone to see my dazzling appearance. Everyone..."

Ivy looked serious, she had never felt so awake.

Perhaps this is what she has been seeking for a long time.

Without any embellishment, without any humility, completely exposing one's innermost desires - the most primitive ambition.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Count Waite suddenly lowered his head and burst into laughter.

Then he knelt on one knee and slowly raised Ivy's left hand while breathing heavily.

Under the witness of the moonlight, the trembling index finger and trembling lips slowly came together, and a solemn oath was established.

"Let me guard you, my king..."