Faced with Ivy Holden's pointed finger, Issac Sutton puffed out his chest and stubbornly said, "What she thinks is her business, but I don't like her, and I can't marry her. I've already told her this, but she doesn't believe me. She thinks it's because I just got famous and am afraid to date."
"Fine!" Ivy Holden poked Issac Sutton's nose and said angrily, "Issac Sutton, I'll talk to June about this. But if it turns out you were being vague, leading her on just to flirt without taking any responsibility, I won't let you off the hook!"
"Fine, go ask her." Issac Sutton's temper flared up as well.
Ivy Holden was so angry she was speechless. She pointed at Issac Sutton, then turned and walked out.
"President Holden!" Penelope Quinn, who had been looking for Ivy Holden, spotted her in the hallway and hurried to catch up.
Ivy Holden's expression was grim. She glanced at Penelope Quinn but didn't say a word.
