At this moment, the two seemed to be within arm's reach of each other, yet multiple layers of barriers and distortions lay between them. Even so, facing this enigmatic Anjie, Ivan didn't dare lower his guard in the slightest.
"Mr. Ivan, the person you agreed to meet is me."
"That can only mean one thing: I am someone who knows when to adapt. Sometimes, under certain circumstances, I have no choice but to say things that betray my true intentions."
"I'll remember you."
Hearing this, Anjie's expression didn't reveal any particular emotion.
The next second, they were separated, and Ivan's figure abruptly vanished before Anjie's eyes.
Staring into the now-empty vista, Ivan wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, utterly bewildered. Just who is this person? The pressure she exudes is simply overwhelming.
"She's someone intent on meeting me, though I have no desire to see her."
"Who?"
