Holly burst out laughing as though she had heard the funniest thing. "Hahaha! Mr. Jennings, everyone here in Bridgedale knows how fulfilling your love life is! My guess is that maybe one of your ex-girlfriends or ex-wives looks like me."

"Yeah! That's what I mean to say." Dean started chuckling as well. "Why did you come to Bridgedale, Holly? Do you know someone here?"

"I don't know anyone here." She set her cup down and continued coldly, "Don't try to look into my background, Dean. I'm not interested in you."

Dean kept silent. Though the woman before him was by no means ugly, she was not his type either. He preferred younger women, and it was obvious that Holly wasn't young anymore. "I just admire you for your ability and am confused about your actions." He glanced at her casually. "You said that you have Ivy, so why not just hand her over to Elliot? If you return Ivy to him, not only will he not retaliate, he will pay you handsomely."

"Mr. Jennings, are you Elliot Foster? How can