CHAPTER 154: CHAPTER 154: DAMIEN LANCASTER ACTS LIKE A WIMP IN FRONT OF IVY SUMMERS

"Who’s speaking?"

In the moment of distraction, the two bodyguards blocking the door were thrown in by Leo Holloway, landing on the ground side by side.

A tall and slender man walked in with confident strides.

In an instant, an overwhelming aura filled the entire Summers Family’s house.

Holly Sutton stared at the man, stunned, "Him? Who is he?"

Nina Summers felt a shiver in her heart. She couldn’t be more familiar with this man; he had even sent people to throw her out of the Lancaster Family before.

Nina tightened her grip on Holly’s clothes, "Grandma, he’s Damien Lancaster..."

"Damien Lancaster?" Holly’s face froze completely.

The name Damien Lancaster was one everyone knew by reputation.

This was a big shot.

But why would Damien Lancaster come to the Summers Family?

Could it be that he came for Ivy Summers?

Impossible! He and Ivy Summers are divorced. Why would he come for her?

Regardless of his reason for coming, Damien Lancaster is someone their family can’t afford to offend in this lifetime.

Holly quickly put on a smile and stepped forward to greet him, "President Lancaster, what brings you here? Please, have a seat."

"I wouldn’t dare sit on a chair from the Summers Family."

Damien Lancaster spoke slowly, yet his words carried a biting chill.

Holly didn’t understand what Damien Lancaster meant by this.

"President Lancaster, you..."

"I’m here to see her!" Damien Lancaster’s gaze turned to Ivy Summers.

Standing in front of Ivy, Nina thought Damien was referring to her. She raised her hand and pointed at herself, her mouth slightly open, "Me?"

Damien took a few steps forward, walking directly toward the woman.

Nina watched as Damien approached in her direction, and her heart started to race.

When Damien was in front of her, she seemed to lose her senses entirely, uncontrollably moving closer to him.

He’s here for her, he’s here for her...

She reached out her hand, but Damien ignored her completely and walked toward Ivy Summers. His dark eyes were careful as he looked at Ivy, reaching out to hold her hand.

Nina’s face turned pale. Turning around, she saw Damien standing before Ivy, even trying to hold her hand.

However, Damien’s hand was quickly shaken off.

Nina was stunned.

Damien took the initiative to approach Ivy, yet Ivy shook him off?

Weren’t they divorced? Wasn’t Ivy the one who was abandoned?

How could this be?

The other members of the Summers Family were also stunned.

Watching the man treating Ivy like he was an intimidated grandson, his hand shaken off as if afraid to reach out again!

Indeed, feeling scared like a grandson, afraid!

This phrase seemed unfitting for Damien Lancaster, yet it perfectly described the scene.

Damien ignored the astonishment of those around, looking at the woman, "Ivy."

Ivy Summers’ clear eyes were filled with coldness, "What Ivy? Don’t call me Ivy!"

She said not to, and the man truly dared not.

"I’ve come to take you back."

Ivy Summers looked at Damien, her fists clenched, "Who are you putting on this affectionate act for?"

Ivy didn’t show Damien any face, and Damien didn’t get angry, acting as if he had no temper, "Alright, I’ll handle this matter first, and we’ll discuss our matters later."

Damien turned back toward the Summers Family, while Ivy headed to the basement of the Summers Family.

Earlier discarded items were likely piled in the basement, including that notebook.

Damien watched Ivy’s retreating figure, while the Summers Family still wanted to stop Ivy. Yet, a single look from Damien stopped them in their tracks.

The group froze in place, and before they could react, they heard Damien say, "Who were you planning to discipline just now?"

Holly’s face turned ashen, yet she still believed that Damien had no feelings for Ivy and had already abandoned her. "President Lancaster, this granddaughter of mine is young and doesn’t understand things. It was inevitable you’d get tired, but she’s still young. I was thinking of finding her a marriage, so she can quietly live out the rest of her life."

"A marriage." Damien raised his brow, the tenderness he displayed toward Ivy vanishing, replaced by a cold gaze, "I think this marriage would suit you perfectly."

"Me?" Holly was taken aback, "President Lancaster, you’re joking, I’m already old, how could I possibly marry..."

Damien’s gaze turned to Leo Holloway, "What do you think about marrying her?"

Leo glanced at Holly, a look of outright rejection on his face.

"It seems you’re unwilling, too old, not interested."

Holly opened her mouth, her face turning so sullen that she couldn’t speak.

"Then marry the younger one." Damien’s gaze shifted to Nina.

Nina looked startled, biting her lip before bravely saying, "President Lancaster... this is my own marriage; you can’t arrange it for me."

"Who’s arranging for you?" Damien raised his brow, "Aren’t you fond of relying on numbers, intimidating, and drugging others? The tables have turned, and it’s your turn now."

Of course, it’s not arranging but forcing!

A force from someone in power.

"If the Summers Family refuses to marry off a daughter, by tomorrow, the city of Aethelgard will have no Summers Family. Decide for yourselves."

Ivy Summers had found the notebook and was walking out, seeing each member of the Summers Family with ashen faces. She wasn’t planning to divorce, yet Damien stepped forward, taking her hand, leading her out.

Nina sat on the ground, stunned.

Damien was intent on having her marry Leo Holloway.

No way, how can she marry a man old enough to be her father.

Nina Summers was thoroughly panicked!

"Grandma, I don’t want to! I don’t want to marry him, help me, save me!"

Holly Sutton furrowed her brows, looking as if she was pondering something.

She said that overly beautiful women are never content, Ivy Summers’ mother lost her memory yet desperately tried to remember her lover, her identity, trying to escape their shackles.

Ivy Summers got divorced yet still seduced Damien Lancaster to back her up.

Both of them are wenches.

Neither one is easy to deal with.

Leo Holloway also came to his senses from the recent situation.

Damien Lancaster clearly came here this time to back up Ivy Summers.

Who said Damien Lancaster abandoned Ivy Summers anyway?

Ivy Summers doesn’t look abandoned at all.

Instead, it’s Damien who looks like the one abandoned.

Thinking of this, Leo Holloway broke into a cold sweat.

Does that mean he was meant to marry Damien Lancaster’s wife?

Is he crazy!

"Damn you, Summers Family, are you trying to kill me? How many lives do I have to marry Damien Lancaster’s wife? You’re sick of living so you want to drag me with you?"

Leo Holloway was extremely grateful he didn’t do anything excessive last night.

Last night he knew there was Seductive Scent in the room, luckily Ivy Summers left early and he later sought other women to deal with it.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even so, Leo Holloway still felt his hair standing on end, cursed loudly, "Your Summers Family can just wait for death."

With that said, he strode out.

Outside, Ivy Summers shook off Damien Lancaster’s hand and turned to leave.

Damien Lancaster blocked her way, "Ivy!"

Ivy Summers looked up, fixing her gaze on Damien Lancaster, and quickly lowered her brows, aiming at his heart.

Calm, indifferent.

Full of coldness.

She stepped forward, approaching Damien Lancaster, raising her hand, her slender and beautiful fingers slowly pressing on Damien Lancaster’s chest.

Beside them, Julian Jacobs anxiously stepped forward, from his angle it looked just like Ivy Summers stabbed Damien Lancaster again.

Damien Lancaster raised a hand, motioning Julian Jacobs not to come over.

Ivy Summers tilted her head, her eyes filled with fierceness, pressing hard with her fingers, right on his wound.

Damien Lancaster grunted in pain but didn’t stop her, letting her vent.

Ivy Summers lifted her eyelids, her clear and bright eyes carrying a sharp coldness, "Does it hurt?"

Damien Lancaster shook his head and raised his hand to hold hers, "It doesn’t hurt."

Ivy Summers slowly lowered her gaze, adding force to her hand, "Don’t think that just because you helped me, I’ll be grateful to you, thankful to you, or forgive you."

Damien Lancaster shook his head with a bitter smile on his face, "I don’t need your gratitude."

The wound bled onto her beautiful fingers.

Damien Lancaster held her hand, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped it clean, "I know I deserve to die, don’t dirty your hands anymore."

Ivy Summers paused her hand, her eyes flickered, unwilling to meet Damien Lancaster’s gaze.

His eyes were too affectionate, too guilty.

She found it disgusting.

Forcefully pulling her hand back, Ivy Summers turned around, only to unexpectedly collide into another embrace.

Noah Scott pulled Ivy Summers to his side, his hand falling on her shoulder, holding her close.

Ivy Summers looked up, her cold gaze softened a bit, hesitating slightly, she didn’t push Noah Scott away.

Noah Scott smirked, his face carrying a roguish smile, "Darling, fingers can’t hurt enough, here you go."

Noah Scott handed Ivy Summers a knife.

Wow.

The blade gleamed coldly, looking extremely dangerous.

Ivy Summers glanced at the knife, then at Noah Scott.

Noah Scott smiled wickedly.

Ivy Summers tugged her lips slightly, truly accepting the knife.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Seeing this, Julian Jacobs immediately rushed over to stop her, "Ma’am, don’t stab again, if you stab again, sir will really die."

Damien Lancaster pushed Julian Jacobs aside, his voice calm, "Let her stab."

"As long as she’s happy."

Julian Jacobs wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Crazy, they’re all crazy.

One dares to give, one dares to take, one dares to be stabbed.

Julian Jacobs looked at Damien Lancaster’s chest, truly worried.

Ivy Summers stepped forward, glanced at the knife.

Julian Jacobs’ pupils contracted, "Ma’am, don’t..."