Harry Ross looked at Edwin Blake, too afraid to speak.
Ivy River finally lost her patience, "Edwin Blake, are you letting me treat this illness or not? This is just a simple acupuncture session and you're already being uncooperative. What about the subsequent treatments?"
Edwin Blake's eyes burned with anger, and he said coldly, "Harry Ross, keep your eyes shut the whole time! If today's events leak out in any way, you'll regret it!"
Harry Ross immediately responded, "Got it, President!"
Ivy River wasted no more words and started the acupuncture directly.
"Your legs might feel sore and painful. If it becomes too uncomfortable, let me know and I'll give you a towel, President Blake."
Harry Ross snuck a glance at Edwin Blake's perfect back.
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and those impossibly long legs.
What a pity, now he's become Madam's plaything.
Whatever she wants him to do, he has to do.
Edwin Blake spoke disdainfully, "No need. You just need to do your job well."
