Operation Red Book

Chapter 467 Oops! The little pearls fell again!

"I'm dressed as... an angel who loves to lose feathers..."

Ivy reluctantly took off her black robe, revealing the white feather skirt underneath.

In fact, it wasn't really a skirt at all, it was just a longer and wider version of a three-point bikini.

The fluffy feathers only covered the chest, while the shoulders, arms, abdomen and even the back were exposed to the air.

She wore a pair of boxer feather shorts, which exposed her thighs more than the first Catwoman suit.

The only consolation was that Ivy had wrapped several circles of translucent white gauze around her waist, dotted with lifelike butterflies and flowers.

The white gauze was short in front and long in the back, with the front ending at the knees and the back ending at the calves. It was obviously deliberately cut.

There are some black scorch marks on the edges caused by fire. This was Ivy's deliberate design. She believes that "scars are a sign of victory" and "imperfection is the eternal perfection."

The previous black satin velvet short heels were replaced with white thick high-heeled boots. The entire boot body was covered with soft and puffy white feathers. The boot straps extended to three inches above the knees, making her long legs look thin and straight.

In the 19th century, the British believed that it was a crime for women to show their legs, and even wrote this into authoritative laws.

But Ivy always goes the other way if others go east. If she is told not to show her legs, she insists on showing them. If she is told not to sit with legs spread out, she insists on doing so. If she is told not to let her hair down, she never ties it up again.

Holmes had warned her long ago: "If you don't want to be thrown into jail by the police every now and then, put your skirt down quickly! Straighten your back, keep your legs together, and sit like a dignified lady!"

"The police in the Pacific Ocean have wide purview..."

Every time this happened, Ivy would make a provocative face, and then under Holmes's glare, she would slowly put her legs in, straighten her back, and raise her chin.

Such dignity is often not very long-lasting and will return to normal once Holmes walks away.

After all, this was not Ivy's habit. Just like she had thrown away several corsets, she often sneered at anything that bound her body and mind.

There is no doubt that the social conditions and open-mindedness of the 21st century are much more enlightened and advanced than those more than 100 years ago, and Ivy has never complained.

An inexplicable self-confidence enveloped her entire soul. The sense of superiority has always been a tool for her to gain excitement from the outside world. She is fascinated by it and indulged in it.

Because the recognition and praise from the outside world is so damn good! A little encouragement and a little attention can make Ivy so happy that she floats up into the clouds!

"That's not all!"

Ivy pouted proudly and walked into the room in high heels. When she came out, she had a pair of beautiful little wings behind her and a bright yellow halo on her head.

She smoothed down her black curly hair, letting a strand fall on her chest and tucking the rest behind her head.

"Oh! This is Victoria's Secret..."

"Hallelujah!"

Before he could finish his words, Lestrade interrupted Joshua's introduction loudly.

He had a bitter face and looked up at the ceiling. He kept making the sign of the cross on his chest with his right hand and muttered quick and mysterious sentences.

"Merciful Heavenly Father...please forgive Miss Ivy's sins...The ignorant are fearless...The ignorant are innocent...May God bless you..."

Christine also raised her head and closed her eyes along with Lestrade. She kept praying for Ivy, but the words of her prayer sounded strange and frightening.

"you……"

It was a rare occasion that Holmes didn't lose his temper, but judging from his helpless and annoyed expression, he was probably going to keep on chattering like an old father who had just had a full meal.

"If I shaved my head, put on some tight and revealing lingerie, and went to Buckingham Palace to perform a striptease for the Queen, what would you do?"

"I'd pay a lot of money to sit in the front row and watch..."

"What if the name of this lascivious and vulgar striptease is 'Sexy Nuns in the British Empire'?"

"You will go to hell... I promise, you won't be able to reincarnate as a human until you have been to the underworld for sixty-seven or forty-two times..."

"That's what I think of you right now."

Holmes spoke calmly. He looked at Ivy steadily and slowly swirled the gin in the glass. His voice sounded at least fifty years older.

After saying this, he lowered his brows and gently took a sip of the liquor in the glass to temporarily relieve some of the anger in his heart.

Ivy stood in front of Holmes with her feet together, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. After hearing what Holmes said, she didn't know how to refute for a moment, and could only look around and frown slightly.

"So what if I'm not dressed as an angel but Gisele Bundchen?"

She kept a hard mouth and pulled the butterfly on the white gauze tightly with both hands.

"I just want to ask you one question. Where did the feathers on your clothes come from?"

Ivy sobbed, and finally rolled out three words from her throat: "Grace..."

"What? Too quiet."

"Grace gave it to me..."

"Good, it seems you understand that this is an angel's feather."

Now, the little stubbornness that Ivy had left was completely destroyed by Holmes. She drooped her eyelids weakly, trying hard to control her whitening eyelids.

Tears welled up in her eyes and soon blurred her vision. She tried for a long time but it was still useless. Hot tears fell like a stream.

"oops!"

She screamed in vent, pulled off the halo on her head with all her strength, and bounced into the empty seat on the sofa in the middle with a grunt.

That was the spot between Joshua and Holmes, and Ivy's wings would fit perfectly.

"oops!"

Holmes quickly hugged Ivy's trembling shoulders, and while pulling away the hair stuck to Ivy's face, he slowly helped her into his warm arms.

"The little pearls are falling again!"