CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: SHAMELESS REPORTER

Ivana Monroe felt as if struck by lightning, her petite body trembling faintly. The incident six years ago was nothing short of a nightmare for her.

That nightmare completely ruined her.

Ivana looked at Leon Keane and Timmy, whose faces were almost identical, and even though she didn’t want to admit it, she could no longer deceive herself.

The moment Ivana saw Leon Keane, did she not know the truth in her heart? But she had nothing left. Timmy was her only, she couldn’t lose Timmy again.

She wouldn’t be able to live on.

"Six years ago, how many women did President Kane have passionate experiences with in bed? Does President Kane still remember all of them? I really admire President Kane’s memory. However, the women in President Kane’s bed do not include me."

Ivana dared not look at Leon Keane’s icy, murderous eyes. She lowered her eyelids, her voice ethereal, "I am a mother of a child, I can’t afford the kind of games President Kane plays in the funhouse, please don’t bother me anymore."

Leon Keane was just after a fleeting novelty with her. Once the novelty wore off, he’d discard her and set his sights on other prey. Her fate would be like the woman she encountered in the hospital that day.

For someone like Leon Keane, a wealthy playboy, he was destined never to be devoted to one woman in his life.

Ivana nearly died at the hands of Zachary Heston, she’s no longer the pure university girl, still fantasizing about love.

Leon Keane almost wanted to strangle Ivana. What kind of man did she take him for? Six years ago, just after he took over The Kanes, all his attention was focused on the company, working overtime every day. Where did he have the energy to play with women?

If not for his mother’s crazy desire for grandchildren, even setting him up, he wouldn’t have touched Ivana that night six years ago.

"I would bother you? You’re giving yourself too much credit." Leon Keane pinched Ivana’s chin, seeing her swollen cheek, suppressing sympathy for her, he coldly sneered, "Looking so average, and after a slap, even uglier, where’s the confidence coming from that I’d bother you?"

Ivana stared at him, surprised. How could this man’s mouth be so cruel?

As if it hadn’t been him who just forcefully kissed her.

Ivana wanted to retort when Leon Keane’s phone rang from his trouser pocket. He took it out and saw it was a call from the old mansion at Half Mountain Bay.

Leon Keane furrowed his brows, released Ivana, and with his pristine fingers, swiped to answer.

The voice of a nervous servant came through the phone: "Young Master, something’s wrong, you need to come back. The young master’s illness has recurred. He’s locked himself in his room and won’t come out no matter how we coax him."

Leon Keane’s expression turned serious, "I’ll be right back."

While Leon was on the phone, he was very close to Ivana. She heard the anxious voice of the servant on the other end.

Young Master? Was he talking about Leon Keane’s son?

Ivana recalled that incident at The Sovereign. Leon Keane mistook Timmy for his son; that must be the young master on the phone.

Ivana laughed coldly in her heart. He had a son and a wife, yet Leon Keane still wanted to entangle her? How does Leon Keane’s wife put up with him?

Or has she been unable to put up with him and divorced, allowing Leon Keane to unleash himself completely?

Ivana felt fortunate that earlier, his kiss hadn’t stripped away her reason. From now on, she must stay far away from playboys like Leon Keane.

Leon Keane ended the call, in an utterly foul mood. He glanced at Ivana, who was blocking his car door, reached out to grab her arm and pull her aside, causing her to nearly fall.

Leon Keane didn’t spare her a glance, opened the driver’s side door, revved the engine, and drove off with a roar.

Click, click.

Reporters who had rushed over quickly snapped several photos of Ivana being tossed aside awkwardly.

The photos only captured the man’s back and side view as he got into the car, his face unseen, but from his actions towards Ivana, it was evident how disgusted and repulsed he was.

The photographers smirked to themselves; there were so few luxurious silver Bugatti Veyrons in all of Ravenswood. Ivana was trying to latch onto a Ravenswood mogul!

Perfect, Ivana the Viper’s hashtag had maintained its place at the top of trending searches. Now, they could use these photos to craft another story of how Ivana tried to seduce a wealthy man in Ravenswood but was spurned, and get it trending online.

Ivana felt eyes on her from behind. She turned around and saw a sneaky reporter holding a camera. When he saw her look back, he turned and ran.

Ivana’s expression changed. She took off her high heels and gave chase.

The reporter’s back of the head was hit by a suddenly thrown high heel, causing him to stumble and fall, yet still, he remembered to protect his precious, expensive camera.

Ivana caught up and reached out to snatch the camera from his arms.

The reporter kicked at Ivana’s leg and shouted loudly, "Robbery! Someone’s getting robbed in broad daylight!"

Ivana endured the sharp pain coming from her leg and forcibly took the camera from the reporter’s hands. She opened it, and after seeing the embarrassing photos of herself, her face turned ice-cold.

The reporter scrambled to his feet. Seeing that Ivana was going to delete the photos, his crafty little eyes flickered.

His performance had been dismal in recent months, and he was counting on these photos to make a splash. By no means would he let Ivana delete them.

He reached to grab the camera, his eyes greedily darted to Ivana’s alluring cleavage. Glaring, he suddenly thought of a strategy and yelled, "Help! Ivana the Viper is going berserk and trying to sexually assault me, someone save me...!"

Hearing "Ivana the Viper," a crowd gathered around.

"So she is Ivana?"

"Oh my! Seeing her in person, it opens my eyes. Just how lacking in men does one have to be to indiscriminately hunt even during the day? To want to assault a man as average as him?"

"With desires so strong, if she wore a little something more revealing, she could work at a nightclub. Selling herself would be better than doing something so disgraceful out here."

The ones berating Ivana were people who had read about her infamy online and harbored deep disgust for her.

These kinds of people, having preconceived notions, had already sentenced Ivana in their hearts and didn’t mind her accumulating another smear.

Ivana laughed angrily. This damned reporter, he really dared to say anything.

Ivana suddenly lifted her foot and kicked under the reporter, his face contorted in agony, and he released the camera to clutch himself. Astonished, he watched Ivana raise the camera high and smash his camera, worth twenty thousand, onto the ground.

All those who were insulting Ivana were also startled by the scene and fell silent.

The reporter saw Ivana turning to leave; he struggled with a twisted expression and grabbed her, gritting his teeth in pain, "You can’t leave, you smashed my camera. Do you know how much that camera cost? Worth fifty thousand, you’d better pay me back."

The reporter deliberately inflated the camera’s price by double. This was his meal ticket, and now that Ivana smashed the photos too, she had to compensate him.