CHAPTER 546: CHAPTER 546: DO NOT LOOK AT WHAT IS IMPROPER

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot rang out, but the one who fell was not Ivana Monroe, it was Kyle Sinclair.

A bloody hole appeared at the back of his head, blood gushing out as his eyes widened in shock and resentment. His fingers twitched, desperately trying to raise the gun in his hand and aim at Ivana, wanting at least to take her down with him as he died.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t lift the gun. He didn’t even have the strength to pull the trigger.

"Bitch... bitch..."

Blood spurted from Kyle’s mouth, and he couldn’t finish his sentence. His angrily open eyes gradually lost their luster, turning into lifeless dead eyes.

Leon Keane didn’t even glance at the dead Kyle Sinclair on the ground. He carried Ivana Monroe and walked outside.

"President Kane, what should we do with the others here? Do we kill them all?"

The man speaking was dressed in a black suit and asked Leon Keane respectfully.

"Don’t kill me, I was tricked into this. These two said they were directors shooting some sort of film here, paid to bring us in. We didn’t know anything, please don’t kill me."

The construction man and the rat-faced man saw firsthand how Kyle Sinclair died and were so terrified they wet themselves. The air was filled with the terrifying stench of blood. This was no act; this was real.

They didn’t want to die!

The two begged for mercy, trembling all over.

Leon Keane exuded a terrifying aura all over, unable to imagine if the woman in his arms had been pressed beneath those scum...

"Lock them in the cage and feed them ten times the usual amount of the passion drug."

Leon Keane said through gritted teeth, then left holding Ivana Monroe.

"Yes, President Kane."

The four were dumbstruck. Wha... what? Ten times?

Drinking ten times that kind of drug, can they even survive?

"No, President Kane, it wasn’t us who wanted to harm Ivana. It was your mother who ordered us to do this..."

"Yes, yes, it was Kane’s mother who wanted us to do it. Blame those responsible, President Kane. If you want to find someone, go find your mother..."

"President... President Kane... we’re innocent..."

"Spare us~"

The four begged and pleaded, but to no avail. The man in the black suit was armed and not alone. Even if they wanted to flee desperately, they had no chance.

"Brother, I’m on Kane’s mother’s side. If you don’t believe me, I can call her right now and let her speak with you."

One of them fumbled for his phone, with trembling fingers trying to dial Kane’s mother’s number, but the man in the black suit kicked it out of his hand. As it fell to the ground, a gunshot rang out with a bang.

The four crouched on the ground, shaking with fear.

"I work only for President Kane; anyone else is irrelevant to me."

After the man in the black suit finished speaking, he added, "Anyone dares say one more useless word, and I’ll shoot his mouth."

The four were so frightened, their faces turned pale, and not one dared to speak. They regretted it deeply, especially the construction man and the rat-faced man, who regretted so much they wanted to slap themselves. Lust is a sharp knife; if not for their lust, they wouldn’t have been tricked here, offending someone as powerful as Leon Keane.

Outside.

Leon Keane placed Ivana Monroe in the car but was tightly embraced before he could exit.

"Honey... I... I really want to..."

The words leaving her mouth were full of enticing heat, carrying a sweet aroma.

Leon Keane’s Adam’s apple bobbed. In Ivana Monroe’s state, the best option was for him to help her release.

But thinking of the two little boys outside the car, Leon Keane restrained himself.

His thin lips touched her cheek, and he whispered softly, "Honey, our sons are outside the car. Let me send them away first and then come back to satisfy you, okay?"

"Then... hurry."

Ivana pouted, her eyes misty.

"Mm."

Leon Keane’s voice was husky. He gently pulled Ivana’s hands away, exited the car, and saw the two little guys stretching their heads, trying to see inside the car. His long fingers directly shut the car door.

"Daddy, why did you close the door? We should immediately take Mommy to the hospital."

Timmy Monroe said seriously.

"Yes," Ian Keane agreed.

"It’s too late now, and you have school tomorrow. I’ll take your mommy to the hospital; you should go back now."

Leon Keane could tell the two little ones wanted to get in the car.

In the current situation, there was no way he could let them in.

"No, my brother and I want to go too. We can sleep late; it won’t affect school tomorrow."

"What school? Brother, don’t be fooled by Daddy. Have you forgotten we took a leave of absence recently?"

"Oh, right! We don’t have school."

Timmy Monroe looked at Leon Keane curiously.

Why was Daddy trying to fool them?

Faced with his son’s gaze, Leon Keane blushed slightly, but he didn’t compromise. He maintained his stern expression and said, "I haven’t held you accountable for sneaking out yet. Behave and go back now."

After a pause, he added, "I will take good care of your mommy."

Timmy Monroe and Ian Keane didn’t speak but stood there, not moving.

At this moment.

Fawn Rhodes arrived.

"Timmy, you and your brother listen to your daddy. Uncle Rhodes will take you home."

Fawn, accustomed to being viewed as a man outside, also had Timmy Monroe address her as "Uncle Rhodes" when abroad.

Seeing Fawn Rhodes, Leon Keane’s cold, handsome face suddenly darkened. What exactly was this "guy’s" relationship with Ivana Monroe? "He" seemed so familiar with Timmy too. The jealousy within nearly overflowed.

Fawn Rhodes shivered as Leon Keane’s gaze bore into her, feeling as though he saw her as a top rival. Remembering the scene in the prison cell, where she held Ivana Monroe tightly... there was no other choice at that moment!

Could this big man be minding that?

Fawn felt speechless. A man jealous over a woman is something else entirely.

Leon Keane was about to say not to bother with taking his sons home, but hearing the gentle sound of the car being nudged, he furrowed his brow and focused on rescuing his wife first.

"You go back with him and no resisting."

"..." Timmy Monroe.

"..." Ian Keane.

Leon Keane turned, opened the driver’s side door, and gracefully slipped inside.

With a swoosh.

The luxury car sped out of Ian Keane and Timmy Monroe’s view.

The two little boys chased after the luxury car.

Fawn Rhodes quickly stepped forward and pulled the two children away. Looking at the two almost-identical little boys, she couldn’t tell who was Timmy Monroe and who was Ian Keane.

"Stop chasing. He’s your daddy, and only he can neutralize the drug inside your mommy. So all you need to do is obediently go back with Uncle Rhodes."

Ian Keane noticed something on Fawn Rhodes’ chest?

He turned and looked: "Are you sure you’re an uncle? Not an aunt?"

Fawn followed Ian’s gaze downward, blushing fiercely as she adjusted her torn clothes: "You little rascal, don’t you know it’s rude to stare?"