CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54: VICIOUS WOMAN

Katherine was forcibly dragged away by two security guards. She played the rogue, lying on the ground, kicking with her legs so hard that her black professional skirt was pushed up. She seemed not to notice, still yelling and shouting.

"Ah~ The security guards are being lewd, touching my chest, pulling my skirt, touching my legs..."

Katherine said anything shameless to make the security guards release her.

Ivana coldly watched Katherine making a scene on the ground, her pink underwear was showing, yet Katherine continued kicking. For the sake of the job Michelle gave her, she was willing to discard any dignity and shame.

The two security guards were rendered speechless to the extreme. Both of them had girlfriends and couldn’t muster any interest in a shrew like Katherine. When GK’s responsible person, Ivana, called them to evict her, they first tried politely, but when that didn’t work, they had to forcibly drag her.

Even while dragging her, they were mindful to avoid sensitive parts, yet who knew this woman would stoop so low, say things that insult herself, just to pin labels on them.

The security guard saw Katherine’s exposed pink panties, and felt nothing but disgust.

Jacobs and the design department heard Katherine’s pig-like screams and came out of their offices to witness this scene.

Jacobs, a gentleman, instinctively averted his eyes when he saw Katherine’s pink underwear, his face turning red. He stole a glance at Ivana, seeing her unfazed, standing like an unshakable queen, coldly watching Katherine being dragged away, and found himself breathless.

Such an untouchable Ivana exuded queenly aura, as if he were her subject, willing to stand by her, clearing obstacles in her path, guarding her realm at all costs.

Ultimately, Katherine was dragged out of GK and tossed onto the ground outside.

Katherine was furious. She pulled out her phone and called Michelle.

The call connected.

"President Monroe, today that bitch Ivana came to the company and had security guards kick me out, sob sob sob... I’ve never been humiliated like this in my life." Katherine complained while wiping her tears.

Previously, Michelle would surely comfort Katherine then the two would team up to insult Ivana and plan strategies to deal with her.

But Michelle had just been put through the wringer by Ivana, spending a night in darkness, and the grievances she suffered were far greater than Katherine’s. She wished she could kill Ivana right now to avenge herself.

Michelle wasn’t in the mood to comfort Katherine.

"Katherine, it’s your own fault for being useless, unable to compete with Ivana. Complaining to me now, what’s the point?" Michelle’s tone was full of sarcasm.

Her grandfather had forced her to give Ivana fifty percent of GK shares, leaving Michelle with only about twenty percent, making her merely a shareholder at GK.

Michelle felt increasingly impatient, unable to tolerate Ivana continuing to live. She hoped Ivana would die immediately.

As for GK, she didn’t want to manage it anymore. The company left by that bitch Ivana’s whore of a mother was disgusting and filthy; if it weren’t for the money, she wouldn’t stomach staying at GK.

Katherine could hardly believe her ears.

"Mi... President Monroe, how can you say that? I can’t fight Ivana because I’m just an employee at GK; I don’t have shares. You’re different; you own the majority of GK shares. If you’re willing to tear her apart, you can come to GK and have the security guards drag that bitch Ivana out."

Katherine especially wished for Ivana to feel the grievance and humiliation she suffered today.

Mentioning GK’s shares was like stepping on Michelle’s tail, filled with rage, her expression terrifyingly shadowed.

"Who do you think you are? Katherine, why should I listen to you? Remember, it’s your own fault for being useless, deservedly kicked out by Ivana." Michelle yelled then hung up.

Her chest heaved with anger, fury directed at Katherine, and she couldn’t possibly reveal to Katherine that her grandfather forced her to give Ivana fifty percent of the shares?

Katherine listened to the beeping tone over the phone, stunned for a moment then furiously threw her phone to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"Damn you, Michelle, you bitch. Used me up and now tossed me aside; why don’t you just die? Screw you..."

Katherine’s eyes reddened, crazily cursing at Michelle.

On the other side.

Michelle also angrily threw her phone onto the sofa. That damn Ivana, bitch, actually fired Katherine.

Michelle realized she had been impulsive earlier and said things she shouldn’t say to Katherine. Idiots like Katherine could still be used, let them continue opposing that bitch Ivana. Even if Katherine couldn’t defeat Ivana, she could still disgust her.

But having been impulsive, Michelle wouldn’t call Katherine again.

She was a socialite of Ravenswood; who was Katherine? Just a person living at the bottom of Ravenswood, barely scraping by. If Katherine called to beg her, that would be more like it.

"Michelle, what’s wrong? Mom just heard you losing your temper in the living room." Jean Shaw came out, her face sallow, with heavy dark circles under her eyes.

From seeing, it was clear that since returning home from the affair, she hadn’t had a good sleep these past two days.

The reason was Caleb Monroe; he cheated and slept at some little whore’s home at night.

How did she know?

Because that little whore picked up Caleb Monroe’s phone and sent her a WeChat message at one o’clock in the deep night.

"Sis, sleep tight! I’ll take good care of your husband."

Following those words was a photo of Caleb Monroe asleep, accompanied by the little whore’s victorious peace sign.

Jean Shaw almost spat blood from anger upon seeing it, immediately dialing Caleb Monroe’s phone, but only hearing the shutdown sound.

Jean Shaw slammed her phone onto the bed, covering her face with both hands, crying bitterly.

Michelle slept like a dead pig across two doors from Jean Shaw’s room, obliviously sleeping during Jean Shaw’s midnight cries.

Jean Shaw didn’t sleep all night, nor did she tell Michelle about the ordeal the next day, secretly hating the little whore who stole her husband.

She couldn’t let that little whore remain unknown. If she discovered who it was, she would surely lead a group of sisters to drag the little whore onto the street, strip off her clothes and panties, so everyone in Ravenswood would know this home-wrecking shameless mistress.

"It’s all Ivana’s fault, mom. I’ve had enough. Now I’ve been made a laughingstock in Ravenswood by Ivana, and she almost had me jailed. I can’t tolerate her alive any longer; I want her dead immediately." Michelle was filled with poison.

"Why the rush? I’ve already found a way to deal with her; we should soon take action to send that bitch Ivana to hell." Jean Shaw said viciously.

She had already given Ivana’s photo and address to a psychopath hitman, who said he would act on Ivana within these two days. He needed to prepare something fun to make the killing game more entertaining.