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Selina gripped her hand and said, “Ivy, only by being seen together tonight can you pressure Lyndon

into marriage. Considering that both your families are respected, if he touches you in public, the

parents from both sides would likely force him into marriage to save face.

But if we don’t stir things up a bit, I’m concerned that Lyndon won’t be willing to compromise.”

Selina had a plan to get back at Lyndon. After all, he had embarrassed her, so why not?

Furthermore, if Lyndon married Ivy, Ivy would be deeply thankful to her.

In return, Ivy would willingly follow her lead in the future.

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This way, she could gain a valuable companion among the upper-class circles.

“Alright, I’ll go along with your plan.”

Ivy, convinced by Selina, inquired, “So, Selina, what’s the plan now?”

“I have a nice surprise for you.”

Selina reached into her handbag and produced a bottle.

“This spray has a temporary hallucinogenic effect on the mind. I’ll set up a meeting for you with Lyndon

in the third-floor lounge, and then you’ll. .

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Ivy nodded along as she absorbed Selina’s plan.

“Understood. But how do you have such an item?”

A mischievous glimmer shone in Selina’s eyes.

“Consider it a spice for romance. I’m not exactly youthful. I was saving it for when I found someone

special. But you can use it now.”

Originally, Aldrich had given her the spray, which carried a mild hallucinogenic effect to make

experiences more thrilling.

She had slipped it into her bag unintentionally, and now, it proved useful.

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“Alright, I’ll start setting things up.”

Ivy’s question was merely out of curiosity. Her thoughts were already racing towards Lyndon.

“Hold on a moment.”

Selina halted her.

“Ivy, if you succeed today, Lyndon will have no choice but to relent and marry you. You mustn’t tell

anyone of my assistance. Given my strained relationship with Rosalynn and Lyndon’s disdain for me, I

fear his reaction if he learns of my involvement.”

She was there for the spectacle, not Lyndon’s retaliation.

“Alright,” Ivy agreed, then turned to leave.