CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 23: MISS MIN UNDER SIEGE

Ivana twisted her ankle and couldn’t go to the company, so she called Jacobs.

Jacobs expressed his concern, "Ivana, focus on getting better for now. You don’t need to worry about the company, I’ll go talk it through with Katherine."

Katherine was really too much, throwing the mess at Ivana to handle—she was doing it on purpose to give Ivana a hard time.

Needless to say, Jacobs knew Katherine was under Michelle Monroe’s instruction; those two scoundrels were in cahoots.

The next day.

Ivana’s phone was practically blowing up with countless messages flying in like bullets, all cursing her. Some were extremely unpleasant, and a few even threatened to expose her personal information, find her address, strip her naked, film it, and post it online for everyone to see her disgrace.

Ivana frowned deeply, her expression grave. If it were just a few people sending these messages, she would’ve thought someone was playing tricks on her in the background, but there were too many senders, all from different numbers. She couldn’t help but suspect someone intentionally leaked her phone number to the media, using their power to target her.

Ivana checked online and a red explosive headline popped up.

"The shameless are invincible: a certain woman ruthlessly uses her illegitimate child and transforms her looks to resemble the Kane Group president in a bid for power."

Ivana’s hand trembled, clutching her phone tightly.

Clicking on the headline, the content was even nastier, claiming she’d been fooling around in bars, had slept with numerous men for money, got pregnant, deceived her childhood sweetheart into marriage, yet couldn’t change her ways, and was caught red-handed by her husband at nightclubs with other men. It was revealed that the child wasn’t his. Abandoned by her husband, she mercilessly transformed her child to look like Leon Keane, aiming to climb the social ladder. The rest of the message accused Ivana of having a heart of a scorpion, ending with a question if such a venomous woman deserved death.

One: She deserves death. Two: She doesn’t deserve death. Feel free to comment.

The comment section was full of people cursing that Ivana deserved to die.

Fifi Montgomery: This bitch turned my worldview upside down. She doesn’t deserve to be a mother; she should just die in a nightclub, under a man’s trousers.

Feeling sorry for Leon: How could this trash even dare to covet my idol, Leon Keane? Who gave her the courage? Liang Jingru?

Little Princess: Her child is so pitiful, born to a mother worse than an animal. Even a tiger doesn’t eat its own cubs, but she’s worse than a tiger. Leon Keane would never fancy such a venomous woman. Support sending her to the crematorium.

"Mommy, what are you looking at?"

Timmy Monroe noticed Ivana’s expression was off. He put down his toy and ran over, his little head peeking up, prompting Ivana to turn off her phone.

"It’s nothing, just checking the news. Is Timmy hungry? Mommy will make you lunch."

Ivana’s eyes were slightly red, her heart surging like a stormy sea. She forcibly suppressed her emotions, not wanting to scare Timmy.

Ivana had no doubt it was Michelle’s doing, as these slanderous stories were fabricated by her.

"Mommy, Timmy wants takeout, can you order takeout for him?" Timmy said naively.

Ivana patted Timmy’s head, feeling a warm flow inside her heart. Timmy didn’t really like takeout; he just said that because he saw her injured foot.

"Mommy’s fine. I can make you a simple sandwich."

Ivana slowly stood up, and Timmy supported her to the kitchen. She smiled gently, asking Timmy to wait outside.

Timmy left the kitchen and saw the phone lying on the couch. He walked over, hesitated for a moment, and entered the phone password.

Seeing the screen full of insults, Timmy’s little hand scrolled the content. After reading it all, his handsome little face turned icy cold.

"Sweetie, the sandwich is ready." Ivana slowly moved out of the kitchen, seeing Timmy sitting on the couch. She felt a jolt of anxiety, remembering that the phone was on the couch. She looked at the phone on the couch, and the screen was black.

She thought: Timmy doesn’t know the phone password, so even if he got it, he couldn’t unlock it to see the dirty content inside.

Kane Group.

President’s office.

Leon Keane was clad in an expensive black suit, his slender fingers casually placed on a high-end leather desk. The cuffs of his white shirt were slightly long, accented by a gold-embedded, exquisite button, showcasing elegance and nobility.

There was a DNA test result sheet on the desk.

Leon Keane bowed his head, his handsome facial features half-hidden in shadow, his gaze fixed on the "confirmed biological" stamped with four enlarged red marks. A warm and loving faint smile touched his thin lips.

Derrick Stern stood outside the office, witnessing this heartwarming scene and knocked on the open door.

Leon concealed his smile, his dark eyes glanced at Derrick outside, a seemingly displeased look on his handsome face as if blaming Derrick for disturbing him, "What is it?"

Derrick stepped into the office, his expression serious, "President, there’s a situation. Miss Monroe is being attacked."

Leon’s handsome face darkened, abruptly rising, "Where is she being attacked?"

Derrick saw the president ready to roll up his sleeves and fight, he was sweating, "President, please calm down. Miss Monroe isn’t being physically attacked outside; she’s being attacked online by a journalist with personal attacks."

Leon furrowed his brows, sat back down, and shot Derrick a cold glance, "Are you saying I wasn’t calm just now?"

Derrick was just about to hand over the tablet in his hand for Leon to see and heard the president’s displeased words. He shuddered; was he wrong in saying the president was quite agitated just now?

Fine! He misspoke.

Derrick played dumb, "Did I say that? The president is wise and mighty, handling matters calmly. How could you not be calm?"

Upon hearing Leon’s cold humph, Derrick quickly handed over the tablet, "President Kane, please don’t get angry after seeing this. I’ll immediately call that damn media and demand they publicly apologize to Miss Monroe."

Leon’s pupils contracted sharply upon seeing the bold red headline. After reading all the content, his handsome face was as cold as ice. Derrick felt a chill just from glancing at him.

Leon picked up the tablet, and as Derrick reached to catch it, Leon suddenly smashed it on the ground. Derrick was startled, looking at the shattered screen of the poor tablet on the floor.

Derrick thought: The ones attacking Miss Monroe are black media, the mindless buffoons on the internet swayed by black media. What’s this got to do with the tablet?

Derrick assumed Leon would certainly rage and make that black media go bankrupt.

Leon moved his thin lips, "Who asked you to act on your own feelings? Did Ivana come to you asking for help?"

Derrick: "..."

Derrick picked up the broken tablet, ready to leave when Leon called out to him again.

"Go to Ivana’s place, don’t knock, leave one of my business cards on the floor and leave. Make sure she doesn’t see you." Leon thought, if Ivana saw the card and called him for help...

He would be magnanimous and let bygones be bygones.