CHAPTER 537: CHAPTER 537: DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GET BEAT UP?

"You... you hit me?" Aunt Mason cried, pointing at Butler York, "What gives you the right to hit me?"

"If you keep spewing nonsense, hitting you will be the least of your concerns. I’ll use a toilet brush to scrub your mouth inside out."

"York..."

Aunt Mason was utterly furious. Noticing Butler York’s dark expression, Aunt Thompson tugged on Aunt Mason to stop her from saying more.

Butler York swept a warning glance over them, "Couple of old hags."

After Butler York left.

Aunt Mason was crying angrily, "Thompson, did you hear what that York said? Not only did he help Ivy Linden, but he also slapped me and called us old hags. Never in my life have I suffered such indignity."

Aunt Thompson was equally upset, "He’s the old toad, just relying on his status as the butler. What’s so great about that?"

Ian Keane’s fingers continuously tapped on the keyboard, then stopped a moment later, a smile appeared on his thin lips.

"It’s done."

"Is this the money Harrison Horn took?"

"Yes."

"Wow, brother, you’re amazing! Timmy also wants to learn computers from you."

Timmy Monroe’s eyes were shining, looking up to his brother with admiration. In the little boy’s eyes, his brother was incredibly awesome.

Despite the computer being smashed by Harrison Horn, his brother managed to "transfer" the data from Harrison Horn’s computer using his own.

"No problem. After we hand this over to Mommy, I’ll teach you computers. But no telling anyone other than Mommy, especially our kindergarten teachers and classmates."

"Okay, I know what you mean, brother. It would cause unnecessary trouble."

"Smart."

Ian Keane praised with a smile.

"Brother is the smartest; I’m the second smartest, hehe..."

The two kids went to look for Ivana Monroe but couldn’t find her.

"Daddy, where’s Mommy?"

Timmy Monroe asked Leon Keane.

Leon Keane put down his financial report, and said calmly, "She went to the company."

"Oh! Brother, let’s go now."

Ian Keane nodded.

Leon Keane suddenly said, "You don’t have to go today, she went to GK."

Earlier, GK’s employees called to say a VIP arrived at GK, requesting Ivana Monroe by name.

Leon Keane sneered, a VIP? Visiting his wife so early in the morning? If only he were fully recovered, he would accompany Ivana to see what kind of "VIP" was so arrogant.

GK.

Upon arriving at the company, Jacobs approached Ivana Monroe and whispered, "Ivana, he’s in your office. This person has an eccentric temperament, a bit of a tough nut."

Ivana Monroe was surprised, anyone that Jacobs called troublesome must indeed be a handful.

"Got it, go back to your work! I’ll handle the guest."

Jacobs hesitated but seeing Ivana Monroe striding towards her office, a flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes before he slowly followed.

If that guest tried anything unsavory with Ivana, he’d rush in and give that punk a good beating.

Ivana Monroe entered her office to find a sprightly young man wearing a brown leather jacket and sunglasses, chewing on a lollipop, sitting with legs crossed, spinning around in her office chair.

Even though he wore sunglasses, Ivana recognized him at once from his delicate chin and lips.

"Ivana." He spat out the lollipop, exaggeratedly and coquettishly said, "I missed you so much."

With that!

He opened his arms and lunged at Ivana, embracing her tightly.

"Mwah~ mwah~ mwah~"

He kept kissing Ivana’s face.

The office door was open.

Jacobs arrived just in time to witness the scene, his eyes widened, and he rolled up his sleeves, "You pervert, let go of Ivana."

He stormed in, grabbed the person and was about to punch when the guy spun around, executing a deft escape, leaving the leather jacket in Jacobs’ hand, while he slipped behind Ivana, "Ivana, this employee has violent tendencies, better fire him."

Jacobs was taken aback, seeing the man behind Ivana "trembling in fear," displaying a cowardly look, Jacobs sneered, "If you have guts, don’t hide behind President Monroe, face me directly. Let’s see if I don’t beat you to a pulp."

This cowardly punk, Jacobs was curious how someone so pathetic could survive thus far without being beaten to death.

Ivana Monroe wiped the saliva off her face, completely unfazed, as if she hadn’t been harassed at all. She told Jacobs, "This is my friend, just a bit naughty, you can leave now."

Jacobs paused, "..."

Questioning life a little.

Ivana, your friend isn’t just a bit naughty, he’s being a sleaze ball with you!

"Nyeh nyeh nyeh..."

The man behind Ivana stuck his tongue out at Jacobs smugly.

Jacobs’ hand twitched, wanting to punch him in his irritating face.

"Ivana, he can’t just kiss you like that, he’s taking advantage of you."

Ivana Monroe giggled.

She pulled out the "man’s" sunglasses, revealing a pair of sparkling eyes to Jacobs, now appearing a bit androgynous.

"He... he..."

Jacobs began to doubt, but wasn’t sure.

Ivana pointed to "his" neck, different from a man’s, "he" lacked an Adam’s apple, "It’s a tomboy."

"Ivana, why did you expose me? That’s no fun at all."

"You’ve had enough fun, do you really want to get beaten?"

Fawn Rhodes giggled, hugging Ivana’s arm, "No way, with you around, no one would dare harm me."

Jacobs was prepared but still stunned for a moment, upon taking a closer look at Fawn Rhodes, aside from her eyes, her appearance was very man-like, even highlighting those eyes, she looked like a pretty boy. If Ivana hadn’t revealed her real identity, Jacobs would never have believed this was a girl.

"I’ll head out now."

Jacobs, feeling embarrassed, left as Fawn Rhodes stuck her tongue out at him again.

Jacobs pretended not to see; as Ivana said, this woman was very mischievous.

"Fawn, how did you end up in Ravenswood?"

"Ugh, don’t mention it, the old man at home sent people to drag me back to inherit the business and get married, how could I not run away?"

Ivana Monroe chuckled.

"You’re the only heiress of the Rhodes family, and Uncle Rhodes’ business is eventually for you to take over. As for marriage, if you don’t like anyone yet, perhaps discuss with Uncle Rhodes to wait until you find someone you like. Uncle Rhodes is reasonable, I’m sure he’d agree."

Fawn Rhodes shook her head, "I love equestrianism and a carefree lifestyle. I have zero interest in Old Rhodes’ business. Besides, I was never good at math, physics, or chemistry, and his business is in the financial sector. Asking me to take over? You might as well ask me to die!"