This fake Vera and Ian Lockwood got along exceptionally well. It was already nine in the evening when they parted ways. Normally, at this hour, she would have been clinging to Victor Morgan, trying to win his affection.
"Ian, I didn't drive here, and I have no idea where Victor went. Could you give me a ride home?"
She truly enjoyed the relaxed feeling of being with Ian Lockwood. Perhaps it was because the orders she'd received were so oppressive, a compulsory demand that she had to win Victor Morgan's love.
Otherwise, she would be eliminated, meaning only death awaited her. That was why she forced herself to get desperately close to Victor.
However, her interactions with Ian Lockwood were different. The atmosphere between them was harmonious, and Ian Lockwood was gentle and refined—exactly the type of person she greatly admired.
Ian Lockwood smiled gently, a smile that further captured her heart. He was curious, though. In the past, Vera had always kept her distance from him.
