His Eagle Eyes on Me

Ivy took a deep breath and explained, "My grandmother used to work there. I just want to go in and take a look."

Archer replied, "But we can't get in, right? We need an access card!"

Ivy glanced at the security booth and then got out of the car. Instead of heading directly to the entrance of the residential area, she turned and went to the nearby market.

Ivy bought some fruits and had Archer carry two bags while she carried two herself before returning to the residential area's entrance.

Ivy smiled and spoke to the security guard inside. "Uncle, could you please help open the gate for us?"

Upon seeing all the bags they were carrying, the security guard immediately grabbed his keys. However, before opening the gate, he responsibly asked, "I haven't seen you before! You're not residents of this community, right?"

"We're here to visit relatives. We are the relatives of the owners of Villa 3-06," Ivy replied.

The security guard listened and promptly opened the gate for them.

Once Ivy and Archer entered the residential area, he took the bags from Ivy's hands.

"This security guard is really irresponsible! He should have at least called the homeowners to confirm," Archer grumbled.

"Archer, in this area, many places don't even have security guards. This one is already considered a rather secure area. When I used to work here, the security got to know me, and I didn't need to use the access card every time I came to the gate, because he would open it for me. He is so friendly," Ivy explained.

"Alright, was that security guard just now the one you were talking about?" Archer asked.

"They all knew the old me," Ivy replied.

"But the guard didn't recognize you," Archer pointed out.

"My own teacher didn't recognize me, let alone that security guard. I used to have a big scar on my face... I looked hideous back then. OfNôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

course Thave to thank that scar. It was that scar that allowed me to safely pass those difficult years," Ivy said.

"You've got a really positive attitude," Archer remarked.

"Have you ever thought about how dangerous it is for a pretty impoverished girl to be in an unstable environment?" Ivy asked.

Archer came to a sudden realization. "Indeed. Being ugly is actually safer. Was this idea your grandmother's?"

"Yes. Although my grandmother

never had the chance to receive an education, everything she said was so reasonable. It was a blessing to know her and spend those years with her. If I hadn't met her, I might not have lived to the day I was reunited with my family," vy said.

"It's a pity people can't come back to life. Otherwise, your parents would surely be very grateful to her," Archer said.

"Yes," Ivy agreed.

Ivy led Archer to the Woods' mansion.

Archer studied the house before him. "Ivy, is this the back door?"

She nodded. "This is for the servants to move in and out. The front door is for the owner's family, and we can't go through there without their permission. It's more convenient to use the backdoor." She paused before adding, "Wait for me here. You can find somewhere to sit. I will call you when I come out."

"Can you carry this many fruits on your own?" Archer asked.

"Two of the bags are ours!" Ivy held two bags of fruits and knocked on the back door.

Someone came to the door and scanned Ivy up and down.

"Hi, my mother asked me to send these to you. We live in the house upfront. My mom plays poker with Mrs. Woods!"

The servant immediately welcomed Ivy into the house enthusiastically.