Iris Dalton was taken aback. Other socialites wouldn't just rashly come up and strike up a conversation, but Vivian Morton was a different story. With her temperament, she might just come over to cozy up over a dress. Vivian had always wanted to integrate into the wealthy elite circles, but she never quite grasped how to do it. She acted without any sense of propriety or boundaries, mistaking it for being warm and straightforward.
If that were the case, Vivian coming right up to ask about the evening gown would definitely make people suspicious of her identity. That wouldn't do. Iris planned to deploy a drone to spray some knockout gas directly on Vivian. Just knock her out and be done with it! It was simple and crude, but effective.
Suddenly, the arm around her waist tightened. The man's warm breath brushed against her ear. "I'll handle it."
