Chapter 787 He Didn't Die

• "This set of jewelry is truly exquisite!"
• Emily sat in front of the computer, admiring the design called "Sleeve Cloud". It seemed as if the designer had breathed life into it, radiating brilliance.
• Ivan sat on the sofa beside her, sipping his coffee with his legs crossed. His slender fingers lightly tapped on the cup, and the steam escaped, swirling in the air. His long legs were naturally crossed, and his gaze followed his body's movements.