Gently embracing Jill, Lucas Walker led her into the dance floor.
Ivana Bennett sat on the sofa, watching his gloved palm casually placed on Jill's body, merely curling her lips slightly.
Across them, Jennie started to speak with a laugh.
"Miss Bennett, can we start now?"
"Of course..." Ivana turned her face, "May I know how many sets of clothes you would like to order?"
"Let's start with one set. Miss Jill is the daughter of a minister and has been customizing clothes from international top designers since she was young. Miss has always been very picky about her clothes. You produce a sample first, we'll see if it meets the requirements..." Jennie tapped her wine glass gently with her finger, her tone exceedingly arrogant, "If it meets the criteria, then we'll discuss further cooperation... Miss Jill always follows this procedure when ordering from those international brands."
Anyway, this was just an excuse to move Ivana away from Lucas Walker.
