Chapter 11: Silas & Ivy’s Meeting
Ivy stiffened, hearing the familiar voice. For a moment, she wanted nothing than to duck back into the spa.
However, it was already too late.
Chole Reed’s voice had attracted everyone’s attention. Her burgundy hair fluttered as she turned to look at the other team members.
"Ivy?" Silas’s voice struck a chord, and Ivy turned her head mechanically in Silas’s direction.
One look was enough to make Ivy’s heart skip a beat.
Silas’s black hair fluttered in the wind, while his deep black eyes stared at Ivy, as if, other than Ivy, no one existed.
His fair skin was so envied that even his teammate once lamented if Silas could lend their skin to her.
Dressed in a white shirt paired with a black waistcoat and black pants, he looked like a mafia boss walking out of some TV serials.
His sleeves were rolled to his elbow, making his well-defined hand visible.
There was a waistband clinging to his waist, in which was the modified pistol he always carried.
With a height of 190 cm, it was pretty easy for him to survey the entire area.