Ivy's eyes lit up with realization. "Let me look it up."

Archer interjected. "Ivy, do you really have to see him? He probably won't recognize you, and if you reveal your identity as a wealthy heiress, he'll definitely try his luck with you. I advise against confronting him."

"He's not that kind of person," Ivy insisted.

"People change over three years. You don't know if he's the same person anymore. In this society, the temptation of wealth is always strong. With money, you have everything. So, my suggestion is to not meet with him," Archer reasoned.

"If I don't tell him who I am, I might not even get to see him. Even if I do, I'll just be talking to him as a stranger. He doesn't like talking to strangers," Ivy explained.

"You haven't tried, how do you know he won't talk to you? You're such a beautiful young lady; most men can't resist your charm. If you lack confidence, you can put on some makeup and dress up," Archer suggested.

"Alright, I'll check the name of his company