Operation Red Book

Chapter 197: Fierce Argument in the Corridor 1

"What do you mean I won't suffer any loss?"

Ivy went down three steps in one leap. Her movements were very graceful, but her expression was full of worry.

"What do you mean it has already worked?"

As she passed a room, she caught a glimpse of a few blue figures. It seemed that progress was going smoothly and she didn't need to worry about it anymore.

"I took another three days off, and lost three days' salary... I work for free here, but I don't get any benefits..."

Ivy puffed her cheeks as she walked through the busy kitchen where servants were making a luxurious five-layer cake.

"When can I live a life like Empress Dowager Cixi, with food and drink, and not having to worry about other people's faces..."

As she was daydreaming, Ivy began to show off unconsciously. She shook her head and put her hands in the pockets of her vest. The hem of her skirt trembled with her brisk steps, resembling a tender green lotus leaf.

"But she ruled the Qing Dynasty, so she still had to have some means... I can do that too. I know history and some political and economic policies. I'm going to apply to the London School of Economics... Ah!"

"I've never been to such a shabby party. The smoke has all over my clothes and hat! This is a limited edition Hermès garment that was just shipped from Paris last week. And these lousy shoes...ah!"

Without paying attention, Ivy bumped into a gorgeously dressed lady at the corner. They both screamed at the same time and bounced away.

Ivy was hit so hard that her head was dizzy and she shed a few tears in pain. She held the wall with her left hand and covered her nose with her right hand.

She happened to hit the sapphire on the noble lady's chest, and her nose felt like someone had stepped on it. It was swollen and painful, and she seemed unable to breathe.

"Ouch! My nose, luckily it's original!"

Ivy wailed in her heart and had to see clearly who the person was.

After the soreness and swelling finally subsided a little, she slowly opened her eyes and took a long time to focus before she could see the scene clearly.

The lady's figure was obviously much bigger than her, but the small collision between ladies caused her to fall to the ground. The wide hem of her skirt rested on her face, revealing her off-white lantern panties underneath her skirt.

"Ah! Her shoes! No wonder she fell down with just a slight touch." Ivy exclaimed in her heart.

In the 19th century, most aristocratic women wore low-heeled silk pointed shoes that were simple and convenient.

The pointed-toe shoes on the lady's feet were unusual. The soles of the shoes were about 5 cm thick and the heels were high.

Ivy had only seen this style of shoes on the cover pages of some fashion magazines in the 21st century.

"Ouch! For God's sake! Who is that blind idiot!"

The lady was lying on the ground, screaming. She struggled to straighten her body, and her huge feather-tasseled hat slipped off half of her face again.

"Oh my God……"

The scream, which was no less than that of crickets in the middle of the night, almost made Ivy deaf on the spot. She pursed her lips, squatted slightly, and slowly extended her right hand towards the lady, while carefully apologizing.

"I'm so sorry! Ma'am, I bumped into you by accident! Please forgive my mistake!"

"What?" The lady shouted with disdain.

"Why would a dirty Oriental appear in the mansion? My dear Rachel is nothing without Lucas... Take your dirty hands away! They are covered with dirt and dust!"

The lady sitting on the ground was very angry. She shrank back and made a shrill voice like a woodcock on the plains.

Her face was long, with all her features concentrated in the center. Her nose was red and swollen due to her emotions, which further exposed her rugged facial contours.

"Like a donkey." Ivy thought viciously in her heart.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, withdrew her right hand, wiped it on the back of her clothes, tilted her head and rolled her eyes imperceptibly.

"Christine! Christine!"

The lady called out again into the distance, and Ivy's temples began to throb.

"I'm here! Mother? Why did you fall?"

A soft voice came from the corridor on the other side, like flowing silk or sweet spring water, instantly diluting the noble lady's shrill hoarse cry.

A light blue figure walked quickly out of the bright corridor. She was holding up her wide bow-knot skirt, and her half-combed hair fell on her protruding collarbone. Her champagne-gold hair shone brightly under the light, making her look very delicate and lovely.

This should be the Christine that the lady mentioned. She has a pretty appearance, distinct facial features, and a smooth face like an oval.

His chin was somewhat pointed, and his blue-purple eyes were shining with highlights, as moist as a newborn calf.

The first impression she gave Ivy was that she was gentle and warm. Her eyes were full of curiosity, but there was also a natural strength underneath.

"Hey, where have you been? This beast has caused me so much trouble!"

The lady struggled to get up with the help of Christine. Her high heels, which were as high as they could be, tilted several times before she finally stood up.

"How do you talk like that? Didn't your mother tell you how to write the word 'respect'?" Those harsh words made Ivy a little angry.

She had seen many people like this, meeting two or three every day when she came to the UK. The symptoms were simple and common - it was just a common problem of white people being self-righteous.

The lady and Christine both opened their eyes wide, and they all looked at Ivy with expressions of confusion and disbelief.

"That's it!" Ivy said, holding her arms up. "The expression you have now is exactly what I want."

"Just because you were reborn, you think you are a superior person? You are made of bones and flesh, just covered with white skin. Do you really think you are an angel who has descended to earth?"

"you……"

"What do you mean by you? What do you mean by me? You want to sit on a high seat and attack me? No way! Even if you are Queen Victoria, you are not qualified to do so!"

Ivy's tone became sharp, and she took two steps forward threateningly. The two people opposite her also supported each other and took two steps back.

"Don't forget which races you white people stepped on to pick the apples from the tree!"

"You dirty, filthy bitch! How dare you!"

"I'm obscene? I'm dirty?"

Ivy's eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing the veins on her forehead and neck.