Chapter 702: Chapter 402: Where’s the Photo? Hand it Over
She opened her contacts, found the number, and dialed. A lazy voice came from the other end of the line: "Hello, my dear."
"My dear, where are you?"
The "my dear" is Everly Lewis, another roommate from their dorm; back then, there were four of them in total.
Ivy Miller, Chloe Wilder, Everly Lewis, Mila Hughes.
People used to say that with one more monk, their dorm could perform the Legend of the White Snake.
Later, someone said that since the monk had a beard, and Mila Hughes’ last name is Hughes, they were already complete.
From then on, their dorm was called the Ascension Group.
And Everly always called her "my dear," and she called Everly "my dear."
"I’m just lying in the room. I invited Chloe out for fun, but Chloe said you went to the countryside for volunteer work, so she won’t have an affair with me.
When do you plan to come back from the countryside to satisfy my heart’s needs?"
"Don’t need me for now; I need you. Can you help me look up someone?"
"Who do you need me to look up? Tell me more."
"I don’t know her name, but I have her picture."
"That’s a bit challenging, but send it to me, and I’ll take a look."
"I knew my dear was reliable. Wait, I’ll send it to you right away."
As soon as Ivy finished speaking, she hung up the phone, leaving Everly blinking in surprise. This girl didn’t even finish speaking.
But whatever, she can chat with her when she gets back.
Ivy quickly sent the photo to Everly via WeChat.
Everly’s older brother is an excellent hacker, so she also picked up a lot of these skills through exposure growing up.
Of course, since Ivy trusted her with this, even if she couldn’t do it, she’d ask her brother for help.
Ivy was now just sitting and waiting to see the results.
She was curious to see what kind of incredible woman could catch the eye of someone as difficult as Henry Sullivan.
She was actually more curious about whether Henry Sullivan would be bossed around by this woman.
If not... hmph.
She tucked the photo under the bed, then pulled out all her clothes, found her sewing kit, and started making alterations.
She cut one pair of pants into capris and turned the cut-off part into a small strap.
Another pair of pants was cut into ankle-length.
She also tailored the waists of two other pairs.
As for the tops, she didn’t leave them unchanged and made some cuts here and there.
After her tailoring, the clothes immediately became trendy outfits.
Indeed, to wear beautiful clothes, you have to rely on yourself.
She compared them, picked an outfit, and changed into it.
She raised her wrist to check the time; Henry Sullivan should be back soon to bring lunch.
She sat sullenly by the bed and put away her sewing kit.
Since coming here, she felt like her range of activities was even smaller than at home.
She picked up her phone, just about to browse some shop info when the door suddenly banged open from outside, giving her a big scare.
She turned to look at the doorway, seeing it was Henry Sullivan, she frowned and said, "Uncle, are you demolishing the house? You scared the life out of me."
She saw that he wasn’t holding lunch, puzzled: "You didn’t bring lunch?"
Henry Sullivan approached with a stern face and stretched out his hand: "The photo. Hand it over."
Ivy tensed up: "What... what photo?"
"Stop playing dumb. You’re the only one who had access to my wallet."
Ivy pouted, looking at how anxious he was. It’s just a photo, is it that serious?