CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24: LEON KEANE BECOMES THE WHITE MOONLIGHT

That night, Ivana Monroe received a call from Stacy Floyd.

Stacy tentatively asked, "Ivana, are you okay?"

Ivana’s voice was calm, "I’m fine."

Stacy thought Ivana might not know about what was happening online. She wanted to tell her but hesitated. The irresponsible reporting by the media had stirred up a huge wave, and now everyone online was cursing Ivana, with some words being unbearably harsh.

"Well, that’s good. Timmy called me today and told me you sprained your ankle. You should take it easy at home for a while and don’t go anywhere. Try to stay off your phone too; there’s a lot of useless stuff online, it’s not just boring, but also strains the eyes."

"Okay."

Ivana could hear the underlying message in Stacy’s words, but she didn’t ask further. She knew what Stacy wanted to say but didn’t—she was worried Ivana would be affected.

A warmth swept through Ivana’s heart, "Stacy, thank you. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Timmy and myself."

She hung up the phone.

Amy saw Stacy with furrowed brows and said, "Sis, don’t worry too much. The main guy in this issue is Leon Keane. He certainly knows Ms. Monroe has been wronged, he won’t just sit back and do nothing."

Stacy bit her lips softly, and suddenly an idea struck her, she exclaimed excitedly, "Amy, don’t you think Timmy and Leon Keane look so alike? Is it possible that Timmy is Leon’s biological son?"

Amy’s eyes sparkled with excitement, "It’s very possible."

Stacy laughed happily, "Oh my God! My godson is actually a Keane prince, am I dreaming? Amy, pinch me!"

Amy: "..."

On the third day, the food in the fridge was almost gone, so Ivana ordered some fresh produce and yogurt from an online supermarket.

The supermarket had staff to deliver to the door, and they were quick. Half an hour after placing the order, the delivery person rang the doorbell.

"Thank you for your trouble, sir." Ivana politely took the styrofoam box, full of food and quite heavy, from the arms of the delivery person.

"No problem." The delivery person was a young guy, and seeing Ivana’s delicate face and her politeness, his fair face flushed a little.

"Mommy, Timmy will help you." Little Timmy Monroe raised his hands high, wanting to help take some of the weight off Ivana.

"It’s not heavy, Mommy can handle it. Can you help Mommy close the door?"

"Okay."

The young delivery person saw Timmy’s handsome little face and felt a bit of disappointment. Such a beautiful woman, he assumed she was unmarried, but she already had a child this big.

The young delivery person left, and Timmy found three pieces of paper on the floor. He picked them up as trash and saw the name on the business card.

Timmy’s expression brightened, and after seeing the phone number and company address below the name, his eyes turned with thoughts.

Kane Group, President’s Office.

On the luxurious top-grade leather desk was the latest model of a laptop.

Leon Keane sat in the president’s chair, his handsome face illuminated by the white glow of the laptop. His black eyes were deeply focused on the screen as if the laptop was his sworn enemy.

Someone had dug up Ivana Monroe’s Twitter account from six years ago. The background was a girl in a pure white dress, with long black seaweed-like hair, sitting on the beach facing the endless blue sea, with a blue sky and white clouds above. A few seagulls seemed to chase and play above her head.

The girl’s simple and beautiful silhouette deeply captured Leon Keane’s attention.

However, the insults against the girl on Twitter infuriated Leon.

Future’s a Bitch: Is this the Twitter account of Ivana the whore? Could this be a mistake? The girl in the Twitter background looks as clean as a white lotus, how could she be Ivana the slut?

Pest Exterminator: Do bad people have the word "bad" written on their faces? The cleaner a girl appears, the messier and dirtier her private life is. Who knows how many men have had her at school?

Little Princess is a Baby: I feel so sorry for her handsome son. Please let me adopt him! You guys can have the vile mom for yourselves.

Bang!

A sudden sound of a fist hitting the desk came, and the new laptop jumped a little on the desk.

Derrick Stern and the secretary next door heard it, and their hearts jumped in shock.

Derrick whispered to the secretary, "I’ll go check it out, see if the laptop is broken again."

For the past three days, Ivana hadn’t called Leon, and Leon’s mood was getting worse, especially after seeing the laptop, making the whole Kane Group start and keep at least three feet away from him as he passed with his darkened face.

Derrick walked quietly to the outside of Leon’s office, peeking through the not fully closed door.

He saw that the laptop on the president’s desk was not smashed and that his boss, Leon, was furiously typing away on the keyboard.

Derrick breathed a sigh of relief and slowly backed away.

Leon had created a Twitter account. After days of pent-up rage, he was going to confront people online.

White Moonlight confronted Future’s a Bitch: What did Ivana ever do to you? Did she eat your rice or owe you money? Who are you to insult her? If Heaven has eyes, the first vile person it takes will be you.

White Moonlight confronted Pest Exterminator: Are you Detective Conan or the police? Have you investigated Ivana’s private life? You’re just a disgusting pest, and you dare to call yourself a pest exterminator?

White Moonlight confronted Little Princess is a Baby: Who do you think you are? You think you deserve to adopt Leon Keane’s biological son? Wanna be adopted? Easy, I’ll send you ten men for free, any service you want, you’ll have it.

Ivana’s Twitter was filled with insults against her. White Moonlight’s appearance was like a fuse, igniting the fire.

All those refreshing Ivana’s Twitter, cursing her, suddenly turned their focus to White Moonlight.

Future’s a Bitch: What’s it to you that I insult Ivana? Are you a paid troll hired by Ivana?

Pest Exterminator: Oh wow! You’re here to redress Ivana’s grievances? You have some guts!

Little Princess is a Baby: Boohoo... I’m only sixteen; I’m still a baby. How can you say such disgusting things to me? Ew! How do you know Ivana’s handsome son is Leon Keane’s biological son?

As soon as Little Princess is a Baby’s reply was posted, some people couldn’t stay calm.

Feel Sorry for Leon Keane: That’s nonsense, Leon Keane is my idol. Don’t use Ivana to tarnish my idol.

Leon Keane’s Pillow: Hmph, I bet that White Moonlight is Ivana herself, still dreaming of climbing up the ranks through her son. Pshaw! I’m telling you, licking my idol’s toenails wouldn’t make him want you, you filthy mess.

**

After lunch, Timmy was taking a nap. Ivana couldn’t sleep and, on a whim, turned on the computer. She saw that her "vile woman" had become the top trending search.

The second hottest search was actually her Twitter account, which she hadn’t logged into for six years.

Ivana hesitated for a moment, then opened Twitter and logged on.

She was surprised to find someone named "White Moonlight" fiercely arguing with those who insulted her.