She was dressed in a white sheath dress with a loose black belt tied around her waist, covered by a goose-yellow coat, and on her feet a pair of beige high heels that exuded a competent air, quite the embodiment of a strong, successful woman. Only, her face bore a cold expression, as if the man before her owed her millions.
"Is there something you needed, Miss Ivanka?" Adrian maintained his polite yet somewhat distant demeanor.
"It's like this, I have a question for Mr. Adrian—do you have some sort of problem with me?" Ivanka tried to keep herself calm, but her tone was still somewhat aggressive.
"A problem?" Adrian raised an eyebrow, "Why would I? Miss Ivanka is an exceptional young lady with good manners and a commitment to her goals and ambitions. According to your father, you prefer to stay at home rather than wander aimlessly through nightclubs, which is a very good habit. For a young girl, there are many things worth more attention than nightclubs."
