Harry Ross hurriedly explained from the side, "James Smith found Madam in the cemetery and brought her back."

"Wrong, your statement is incorrect, they took me from the cemetery, I was knocked out!"

Ivy River directly interrupted, emphasizing the word ’knocked out’ quite heavily.

"After being brought back, I slowly regained consciousness, only to be slammed hard onto the ground, sigh, just as I was about to say something, I fainted again."

Nora Goldsmith listened to Ivy River’s tea-like tone, initially wanting to get angry.

But she couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

Ivy River’s sharp gaze instantly swept over.

Nora immediately said, "I was wrong, sis, I didn’t mean to laugh just now, please forgive me, I’ve realized my mistake."

Ivy River’s resentment was deeply rooted.

She then looked at James Smith with those devilish eyes, "What’s your name?"

James Smith instinctively replied, "James Smith."

"Alright, James Smith, I’ve remembered."

After saying this, Ivy River winked that left James Smith stunned.

Edwin Blake, seeing this, couldn’t help but frown from the side.

Harry Ross was also shocked beside him, inwardly furious.

What, what on earth is going on here?!

Madam, you’re being absurd, he’s just a minor employee.

Maybe Edwin Blake likes him a bit more, but it’s not worth handling it like this!

Not only was Harry surprised.

Noah Wilson and Nora Goldsmith both widened their eyes, looking incredulous.

Is this still the Ivy River they knew?

But then upon seeing Ivy River start to march over to James Smith in small steps, they silently mourned for him in their hearts.

Hoping the boy could sleep well for the next half month.

James Smith watched Ivy River approach him and was at a loss, "Madam, what do you want to do?"

Ivy River smiled slightly, "Nothing, just checking how you knocked me out, very impressive~~~"

James Smith finally sensed something was wrong.

But it was too late.

Ivy River grabbed his arm and slammed him to the ground, and then did the same to the person beside him.

Before the two could react, they were already lying on the floor.

"Ah!"

"Ouch—my god, it hurts!"

Ivy River chuckled slightly, "It’s not over yet, don’t rush to cry out, or I’ll be unhappy, and if I’m unhappy, I really will beat you up~~~"

James Smith: "..."

Isn’t this already beating us?

Oh my god.

This is too difficult.

Just moments ago, I thought she was a weak, fragile woman, who knew Madam’s grip was so strong.

It’s too terrifying.

If I had known earlier, I would have mimicked that beauty and begged for mercy directly.

Perhaps I could have avoided this.

Ivy River started swinging James Smith back and forth and then glanced at the sofa, got up, and threw him onto the sofa.

She went into a boxing frenzy.

The feel of a human punching bag was quite satisfying, Ivy River didn’t wear gloves, and when she finished, her hands weren’t even bruised.

Noah Wilson saw this and immediately took a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it over, "Let me see your hand, ouch, it’s all red, you really should wear gloves next time."

"Hmm, there probably won’t be a next time unless someone who kidnaps me is really blind."

Nora Goldsmith immediately exclaimed, "What what, what are you talking about! Red hands? Where? Ivy River, why can’t you be more careful!"

Ivy River sighed slightly and said, "It’s fine, his body isn’t that hard."

"Well, when we get back, I’ll find you a disinfectant wipe, how about that?"

James Smith lay half-dead on the sofa.

Outside he seemed unscathed, but all his injuries were internal.

Ivy River’s moves were fast, accurate, and ruthless.

But these two women didn’t consider his feelings at all.

Clearly, he was the one more injured!

Why in their eyes, does it seem like only Ivy River got hurt?

Harry Ross stepped forward and gently closed James Smith’s eyes.

Whispered, "I know you’re having a tough time, if you really don’t want to see it, just close your eyes and sleep, don’t bother watching, whatever works."

James Smith shot daggers at Harry Ross with his eyes, wishing he could kill him!

Harry Ross continued to cover his eyes, "Be good, stay still, in this situation it’s best to play dead, or you might get hit again later."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Nora Goldsmith furiously approached and slapped James Smith.

Then, like a little tyrant, she placed her foot on James Smith’s stomach.

That was okay.

Once she put her foot down, James Smith felt as if his insides were being torn apart, the pain was excruciating.

"You wretch, who gave you the courage to hit my sis, you really don’t want to live, huh, but you’re lucky, she didn’t beat you to death, that’s already merciful."

Nora Goldsmith’s complaints had just ended when she received a flick to the forehead from Ivy River.

"Nora, if you keep tarnishing my reputation out there, I will be angry, don’t provoke me."

"I won’t I won’t, we know each other so well, I definitely won’t provoke you."

Nora Goldsmith promised with fervor.

The next second, she accidentally bumped into something while walking, falling straight towards Ivy River.

"Ah, sis!!!!!!"

Ivy River glanced slightly, didn’t avoid, directly held her up, then swiftly picked up a rope from the floor, tied Nora up, and threw her onto the sofa.

"Stop talking nonsense, if my little sister keeps rambling on, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do."

Nora, being wise, promised emphatically, "Rest assured, rest assured, I definitely won’t stir up any trouble over here, I’ll shut up, alright?"

Satisfied, Ivy River turned around and gave Edwin Blake a charming smile, "President Blake, I just hit your employee, is that alright?"

"No, I wasn’t hitting, I was using massage techniques, the patient might experience muscle soreness in the coming days, this is all normal, no need to panic."

Edwin Blake’s mouth twitched violently.

Truly ruthless.

Amazing.

To call this normal after beating someone up like that.

Ivy River really can lie without blushing.

Edwin Blake said, "No problem, they deserved it."

"Oh my, President Blake is so magnanimous, I hit the one you like best, yet you still let me off the hook."

Ivy River’s sarcasm successfully made Edwin Blake quiet.

Harry Ross saw this and quickly stepped forward, "Madam, madam, how are you feeling, still uncomfortable? If so, please hurry home and rest."

"I’m not uncomfortable, thanks to you, I no longer know how to write the word uncomfortable."

Ivy River immediately began to attack.

Harry Ross didn’t dare to retort, "Madam, do you have anything else to do? If not, can you give the President some acupuncture?"

Ivy River looked at Harry Ross with confusion.

Harry Ross quickly explained, "The thing is, because our schedule for flying abroad was tight, I forgot to bring the President’s medicine... so..."

He didn’t finish the second half, but Ivy River wasn’t dumb.

Ivy River chuckled and innocently said, "What can we do, I also didn’t bring my Silver Needle, oh no～～～"