CHAPTER 510: CHAPTER 510: MARRY ME

"What gives you the right? Nicole is my daughter, Ivy Linden is my wife. I have every right to come find my wife."

Samuel Lockwood was unwilling to admit defeat just like that. It was too humiliating, and his male pride wouldn’t allow him to walk away in disgrace.

What gives him the right?

Howard Yeats raised a fist at Samuel Lockwood: "This does. As long as it’s a woman I want to protect, nobody can harm her, including... her ex-husband."

Samuel Lockwood gritted his teeth in anger, resenting that his fists weren’t as hard as Howard Yeats’, but so what if they were? That’s just thuggish behavior.

Samuel Lockwood pointed angrily at Howard Yeats: "Do you know what I do for a living? I have the best law firm in Ravenswood. If you offend me, I’ll make it impossible for you to survive here."

"Oh, I’m so scared!" Howard Yeats sneered with disdain, his alluring face suddenly turned serious: "Samuel Lockwood, do you believe me if I say I can make all your assets disappear overnight?"

"Just you?"

"Yes."

Samuel Lockwood wanted to laugh loudly, mocking Howard Yeats for overestimating himself, but for some reason, seeing Howard Yeats’ serious expression made his heart tremble with unease.

The oppressive aura Howard Yeats emitted was something he had only felt before around Leon Keane, and nobody else had ever given him such a terrifying sense of coercion.

Who exactly is this man?

Samuel Lockwood couldn’t laugh anymore. He bit his lip and said, unwillingly: "I haven’t divorced Ivy Linden. She will always be my wife, and Nicole will always have my blood in her veins. I am her dearest daddy."

"You covet my wife, but you can’t have her, and there’s no way Nicole will call you daddy. Accept reality!"

After speaking, Samuel Lockwood felt an even more terrifying aura emanate from Howard Yeats, which terrified him, and he turned and left.

Scarlett Lawrence had come over, initially intending to watch Samuel Lockwood beat up Ivy Linden. To her surprise, Samuel Lockwood couldn’t even get past Howard Yeats, let alone see Ivy Linden, and left like a defeated rooster.

A useless man, not even worth one of Howard Yeats’ fingers.

While Scarlett Lawrence internally cursed Samuel Lockwood, she was filled with unrequited love for Howard Yeats.

She fell in love with him at first sight, rooting like a seed in her heart.

It’s all Ivy Linden’s fault, that shameless slut. She already has a husband and a child, yet she still tries to seduce a great man like Howard Yeats.

Howard Yeats watched Samuel Lockwood leave with cold eyes, then ordered two bodyguards to stand guard at the door to prevent Samuel from coming back and polluting Ivy Linden’s eyes.

When Howard Yeats carried Nicole upstairs, he softly said to her: "Let’s not mention your daddy coming over in front of your mommy, okay?"

Nicole’s eyes filled with tears, and she nodded.

Howard Yeats felt a pang of heartache. No matter how despicable Samuel Lockwood was, he was still Nicole’s biological father. And Nicole, being a kind and innocent child, naturally didn’t want to be separated from her father. She’s too young to understand how much pain Samuel Lockwood has caused Ivy Linden.

If only Nicole were his own flesh and blood, he would surely give all his love to her and her mother, letting them live happily.

Howard Yeats carried Nicole upstairs, and as soon as they reached the top, he smelled meat burning. His face turned pale, and he put Nicole down.

"Stand still."

After instructing her, he rushed into the kitchen and was relieved to see Ivy Linden standing there dazed, unharmed.

He went over and turned off the burner.

"What were you thinking about? So deep in thought you didn’t notice the meat burning?"

Ivy Linden snapped out of it. Seeing the once-good pot of meat turned to charring blackness, her eyes dimmed.

"He was here."

Ivy Linden’s voice was very calm.

Howard Yeats sighed inwardly. He had wanted to keep it from her, but hadn’t succeeded.

"What are you planning to do?"

Ivy Linden shook her head: "I don’t want to be caught by him. I want to be completely and forever free from any ties to him."

Infidelity, letting the mistress abuse Nicole – Ivy Linden couldn’t tolerate any of it.

"If I’m here, he won’t have a chance to catch you, but completely severing ties with him might not be that easy."

If it were really so easy to break away, Samuel Lockwood wouldn’t have spent so much time and money finding this place.

And he came personally to capture her.

Ivy Linden painfully held her head: "What should I do?"

Seeing her distress made Howard Yeats uncomfortable, and an idea flashed in his mind: "There is a way."

"What way?"

"Marry me, and he won’t have the right to bother you anymore," Howard Yeats said. "And I can also guarantee you that he won’t take Nicole away."

Shocked, Ivy Linden looked at Howard Yeats, her gaze changing: "Don’t even think about it. That’s impossible between us."

Howard Yeats laughed in anger: "I’m offering help, and you think I’m trying to take advantage of you? Yes, I do like you, but I wouldn’t stoop to using such tactics to trick you into marrying me."

Ivy Linden: "..."

"If you think I’m selfish, I’ll find you a man to fake marry you. I don’t care."

Howard Yeats felt a heavy block in his heart. Yes, he wouldn’t stoop to deceive her, but her reaction unsettled him.

Howard Yeats had looks, a great body, and wealth. How is he unworthy of Ivy Linden?

"Really? Then please help me," Ivy Linden looked at Howard Yeats gratefully.

Howard Yeats: "..."

Infuriating.

This woman is too insufferable. He had said it just offhandedly, and she agreed?

Without anyone else suitable in mind, Howard Yeats felt like he’d shot himself in the foot.

"Wait, wait."

"Don’t bother me, buzz off."

When Samuel Lockwood saw the unfamiliar girl, he was irritable, having no interest in talking to Scarlett Lawrence.

Scarlett Lawrence, frightened, shrank back, cursing Samuel Lockwood internally. She timidly said, "I heard you say you’re Ivy Linden’s husband, so I followed you."

Does this girl know Ivy?

"What are you trying to say?"

Scarlett Lawrence was secretly delighted; this trick was useful.

Scarlett Lawrence pinched her own thigh, tears streaming down instantly: "Actually, I’m like you, a fellow traveler experiencing hardship."

Samuel Lockwood was impatient: "Get to the point."

Scarlett Lawrence had prepared a heap of sentimental words, but Samuel Lockwood interrupted her before she could say them. She pursed her lips and said, "I’ve fallen in love with Howard Yeats, and your wife stole the man I love. She’s sleeping in the same bed with Howard Yeats every day. Do you think I’m angry?"

"What? They’ve already slept together?"

"No kidding? The whole town thinks Howard Yeats is Ivy Linden’s husband. If not for your appearance, no one would know Ivy Linden’s secret. Do you think they’re innocent? I’m not afraid of shocking you. Ivy Linden and Howard Yeats are so indulgent, in broad daylight in the room..."