CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: IVY SUMMERS SLAPS DAMIEN LANCASTER

Ivy Summers lowered her gaze and took out her phone from her pocket.

In the silent air, only the sound of the phone ringing remained.

Damien Lancaster’s deep eyes fixed tightly on the woman’s face, not missing any of her expressions, making the atmosphere increasingly tense.

Ivy Summers looked at the lit-up screen and gently slid her finger to answer the call.

"Hello..."

Damien lowered his gaze, his eyes on his own phone. His call hadn’t been connected yet, but Ivy’s phone had already transmitted the other person’s voice.

Meanwhile, Ella Morgan took out her vibrating phone from her bag and waved it in front of Damien, "Sir, are you still doubting that I’m not Sophie’s mother?"

Damien frowned, and Ella ended the call, while Damien’s phone also beeped with a busy signal.

Damien indeed had his doubts.

There were too many loopholes.

He couldn’t help but be suspicious.

"Mr. Lancaster, no matter how much you doubt, I’ll say it again, Sophie is my daughter, and she calls me mommy. I don’t know what you’re doubting. Are you suspecting I’m a child trafficker?"

Damien pressed his thin lips tightly, the pressure around him extremely low.

Ella got angry, "Mr. Lancaster, thank you again, but please stop doubting me. I’ll take Sophie back now."

Sophie opened her little hands and waved at everyone, "Goodbye, Uncle Lancaster, goodbye, beautiful lady."

Ella left with Sophie.

Damien didn’t speak, but his face didn’t look good.

Had he really suspected wrongly?

He wavered repeatedly between doubt and certainty, making his mood gloomy. He raised his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It was only when Ivy Summers finished her call and saw Sophie being taken away by Ella that she breathed a sigh of relief inside.

Damien would never know that Ivy Summers had two phone numbers.

She had forwarded one to Ella’s phone before entering, just in case.

It was fortunate that she was cautious; otherwise, she would have been exposed.

Ivy turned back to Damien, "Do you have anything else? If not, I’ll leave now."

"Your business isn’t finished yet. Where are you going?" Damien’s voice seemed colder than before.

He wasn’t planning to let her go.

Ivy’s temple throbbed, "What do you want to do?"

Suddenly, Damien stood up and approached Ivy step by step.

Ivy watched him warily, "What do you want? What are you doing? Hey, you..."

Her heart tightened as Damien moved inexplicably closer. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her directly to his side, "Do you know that the incident last night cost Ten Million just to compensate on your behalf?"

"Ten Million!" Ivy’s eyes widened.

What on earth could cost Ten Million?

"What do you mean?"

"Reputation damages, compensation to the Shaw Family. Otherwise, do you think you could still stand here and argue with me? Would the Shaw Family just sit and do nothing while you bully their young lady?"

Ivy’s eyes widened even more.

It meant that her son’s casual prank cost her Ten Million.

"You!" Ivy instinctively struggled, but Damien lifted his other hand to wrap around her waist, controlling her, "Let me see your body, and the Ten Million is on me."

What did he say?

Upon hearing that, Ivy momentarily forgot to struggle.

Damien dragged her by the hand into the elevator and directly took her to the second floor.

Realizing what was happening, Ivy struggled fiercely, "Damien Lancaster, let go of me."

Damien ignored her and dragged her straight into a room, slamming the door shut behind them with a "bang."

He pulled her wrist and pinned her against the wall, raising a hand to tear her clothes off.

Ivy lifted her hands to tightly clutch at her clothes, shouting, "Damien Lancaster, you’re insane!"

"Refusing?"

Damien lifted his hand to grab her nape, "Then take out Ten Million right now, or I’ll hand you over to the Shaw Family with the evidence."

Ivy pressed her lips tightly, fear filling her eyes from his threatening behavior.

She couldn’t fathom what had suddenly gotten into him.

"Ten Million just for a look, Ivy Summers, you’re quite a deal to me."

Damien looked at her quietly. Despite her face going ghostly pale and her eyes turning red, he showed no sympathy, raising his hand to continue tearing at her clothes.

Ivy desperately protected her collar, but her strength was completely outmatched by Damien’s.

The flimsy fabric was ripped open, exposing her beautiful collarbone and her entire right shoulder, revealing the white lace of her undergarment beneath.

Damien lowered his eyes to look; her right shoulder was fair and unmarked, with no sign of any scars. This was clearly not the result he was looking for.

Damien raised his hand to pull at the other side of her clothes, but Ivy struggled and lifted her hand, giving Damien a slap.

With a "slap," it sounded exceptionally clear in the room.

Damien was caught off guard; the slap made him pause his actions.

Ivy’s hand was still trembling. One side of her clothes had been torn, while the other was wrinkled and messed up. Red-eyed, she glared at Damien, "Damien Lancaster, do you know what you’re doing? What insanity is this?"

Damien furrowed his brows tightly. As a distinguished member of the Lancaster Family, the president of the Lancaster Group, and a figure everyone feared, it was his first time being slapped.

The slap was particularly loud.

His thin lips pressed tightly together as he stared at the glaring woman before him. After a while, he finally let her go, adjusted his clothes, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt collar, and turned around, leaning both hands on the table behind him, lowering his head to steady his emotions.

All he wanted to see was whether Ivy had a crescent-shaped birthmark on her shoulder. He had never carefully checked her body before and genuinely didn’t know if she had such a birthmark.

He admitted that he had indeed been hasty today.

But haste was what it was, and if she was angry, she was angry. He didn’t care; it didn’t matter.

Ivy used the torn and extremely pitiful looking fabric to cover her body. Wearing nothing but underwear under the thin summer clothes, she felt utterly insecure.

Ivy couldn’t steady her breathing, almost going mad with anger, fervently cursing Damien’s ancestors eight generations back in her heart as she turned to open the door and leave.

"I didn’t say you could go." Damien’s icy voice resonated again.

Ivy stopped and turned back, "If you so much as touch me again, I’ll call the police."

Damien stared at her, "We’re husband and wife. Even if I sleep with you today, the police won’t be able to do anything."

Ivy took a deep breath, "Have you no shame?"

Damien brushed his cheek, which still hurt.

Since he already took the hit, he had nothing to be ashamed of.

"Will you or won’t you undress?"