Sayon, Jones Group.
"What? Auntie, you really told my brother?" Sherry Jones's fading blush surged back, her face so embarrassed that it was almost dripping with discomfort.
At this moment, Sherry felt as if there were ten thousand little deer living in her heart, dashing wildly around, while her face flushed with a hot sensation.
Seeing Sherry's shy appearance, Mori Jones chuckled, unable to resist commenting, "Don't worry about it. I've arranged everything. I didn't inform White Mitchell. All I did was help you invite him out.
What comes next depends entirely on your performance. Sometimes, it's not a bad thing for girls to take the initiative, is it?"
As she kept talking, Mori broke into more chuckles. Her laughter had something secretive about it.
In reality, she had planned everything with White Mitchell in advance. He was in charge of setting the scene while she carried the responsibility of bringing Sherry there.