12. Mecca

"Just forget my question; look at your red face; who knows how dirty your thoughts are!" Ivan was still trying to hold back his laughter.

With a strange grin, Bella looked at Ivan. She then nodded slowly and drank her cocktail again.

Ivan turned his gaze again to DJ Uma. Unlike her other siblings, the girl never bragged about her family's wealth. She never wanted to attend parties or hang out with other socialites. Previously, Ivan had tried to approach the girl, but Uma's cold attitude made him reluctant to step back slowly. The wall that Uma made was too high for him to climb over.

"You looked at the DJ with a different look; what's going on?" Bella glanced at Ivan briefly.

The man just chuckled softly; he then gently rubbed the top of Bella's head with a beautiful, intoxicating smile.

“Wow, look… Who is this?"

Both Ivan and Bella turned their heads in unison towards the voice that suddenly sounded between them. A girl in a dazzlingly glamorous dress was standing near their table wi