Ivy frowned; she could not help but murmur softly, "Mister Darryl is someone with great abilities. You ought to be respectful toward him in the future, alright?"

Err…

Holden was surprised to hear Ivy say that; he could not believe his ears. He did not give up his questions. "Miss Ivy, he—"

Ivy interrupted Holden before he could finish talking.

"You should go now." Ivy was too lazy to engage in nonsensical talk, so she said, "I will be here waiting for Mister Darryl. By the way, you're not allowed to come here and disturb him in the future without permission!"

Holden did not like it, but he dared not refute Ivy's statement. He replied servilely, "I understand!" After that, he went off.

Holden was very annoyed.

'F*ck! What kind of magic potion did Darryl give to Young Miss? Why is she so protective of him now? I must teach him a lesson if there is a chance in the future.'

Meanwhile…

When Darryl arrived at Dominic's study, he saw the man sitting down with a sullen look.