Chapter 142: Chapter 142: A Deadly Call from Leon Keane
Bella Young turned around, saw her bag, and hurriedly ran over. She rummaged through it, pulled out a bank card, and handed it to the person blocking her. Swallowing her cold saliva, she begged, "Please, don’t tell anyone that I hit her. Please, I’m begging you."
Bella Young clasped her hands together, continuously pleading with the person blocking her.
The man shoved the card back into her hand and glanced at Old Madam Young, who was unconscious on the ground. "Call an ambulance quickly! If something happens to the old lady, even if I don’t say anything, you won’t escape the law’s punishment."
Bella Young was utterly panicked. Her fingers trembled as she pulled out her phone and dialed 911.
The man waited until the ambulance arrived, helped lift Old Madam Young onto it, and watched Bella Young get on the ambulance as well. Then he left. As he stepped outside the court, a man wearing a white curly judge’s wig, looking like a landlady, walked out.
The judge gave him a thumbs up. "Well done, Little Oscar."
Oscar Olsen frowned, looking displeased as he wrapped his arm around the judge’s neck and threatened with his fingers squeezing his neck, "Call me Little Pee-Pee again, and I swear, I’ll strangle you!"
The judge surrendered with an uncomfortable look. "Alright, alright, I promise I won’t call you that again."
Oscar Olsen let go of the judge.
The judge rubbed his poor neck and curiously asked Oscar, "Oscar, this isn’t like you. Why did you stick around to help Silas Joyce?"
Oscar raised an eyebrow and gave a wicked smile. "Help Silas Joyce? Oh no, I’m helping the woman Silas Joyce is helping."
The judge saw the gleam of conquest in Oscar’s eyes and said seriously, "Oscar, that’s the woman Silas has his eye on. You saw his performance in court. If you dare touch the woman he likes, Silas will beat you until your teeth scatter all over the ground."
The judge suddenly regretted bringing his cousin Oscar Olsen here.
Oscar had an Eastern face accentuated by a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes, crafted with striking features. His father was French, which gave Oscar half-French blood.
Oscar transferred from France to China during his elementary school days because his French father got romantically involved with a woman from Vesperia, leaving Oscar with his Chinese mother.
Oscar was particularly popular with girls during his middle and high school years. He inherited his French father’s romance and charm, easily winning the affections of girls, but the novelty both came and went quickly, with girlfriends changing frequently.
But for some reason, after meeting Silas Joyce, Oscar particularly disliked him and loved to go against him. Whenever Silas glanced at a woman for more than a moment, Oscar believed Silas must be interested and would immediately take action to win her over.
The judge never expected the person Silas Joyce was helping today to be a woman Silas cared about. Had he known, he wouldn’t have brought Oscar here for anything.
Oscar rested his fingers on his chin, and a scornful look flashed in his deep eyes. "Oh no, when that beauty named Ivana Monroe falls deeply in love with me, Silas won’t beat me up. He’ll cry like a fool. That’s a good idea; the thought of it gives me a rush, about to explode from my body. This feeling is incredible."
The judge’s mouth twitched harshly. His cousin, indeed, was incorrigible.
Just from instinct, he felt that the woman named Ivana Monroe wouldn’t be easily tricked by Oscar. He didn’t know why, just a gut feeling that Ivana was a very upright woman.
Silas Joyce sneezed twice in the car, feeling someone was badmouthing him behind his back.
Silas didn’t drop Ivana Monroe back home; instead, he drove to a uniquely styled western restaurant.
He said to Ivana Monroe, "We won a victory today, deserving a little celebration."
Ivana Monroe’s beautiful face broke into a smile. "Indeed, it’s only right. I’ll treat you, Senior Silas, to lunch today."
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Kane Group.
Leon Keane’s fingers tapped rhythmically on the high-end executive desk, his dark eyes fixed on the turned-off screen of his phone, as if waiting for someone to call.
Suddenly, the phone screen lit up and vibrated.
Leon Keane immediately picked up the phone and swiped to answer.
Derrick Stern’s voice came through the phone, "President Kane, the Young family lost the case. Your wife won impressively. Moreover, as she was leaving the court, the daughter-in-law and the mother-in-law of the Young family started fighting. Old Madam Young was hit and fainted, and even 911 was called."
This "Mrs." made Leon Keane feel utterly at ease.
Leon Keane’s dark eyes gleamed deeply. "Did they capture a video of Old Madam Young being knocked out by her daughter-in-law?"
Derrick laughed, "Yes, we got it."
Such good material, how could he not have recorded it?
Leon Keane said with satisfaction, "Send it anonymously to Hugo Young right away."
Derrick obsequiously said, "Alright, I’ll send it immediately."
After hanging up, Derrick anonymously sent the video of Bella Young hitting Old Madam Young to Hugo Young.
Leon Keane raised his hand to check his watch. It was ten-thirty, almost lunchtime.
He dialed Ivana Monroe’s number.
Ivana had just exited the car when her phone rang. Seeing it was Leon Keane calling, she hesitated for a few seconds before swiping to answer.
"Hello, what did you say... the signal here seems weak, I’ll call you back later!"
Ivana hung up.
Silas Joyce, who had just parked, got out from the driver’s seat and walked over to Ivana Monroe, gently saying, "This is the underground parking lot, the signal is indeed bad. Once we’re upstairs in the restaurant, it will be fine."
"Hmm, it’s nothing urgent. I’ll call back later."
As soon as Ivana Monroe finished saying this, her phone rang again.
She frowned and decisively hung up the call, turning to Silas, "Let’s go up!"
To get from the parking lot to the upstairs restaurant required walking a short distance, about three minutes, including waiting for the elevator; it took about five to six minutes to reach upstairs.
During this time, Ivana Monroe’s phone didn’t stop.
Ivana clutched her phone, a cold sweat pooling in her palm, feeling even inclined to turn it off.
Hadn’t she told Leon Keane about the poor signal? Why was this man hitting her with a barrage of consecutive calls?
Silas Joyce observed Ivana Monroe, noting the tense expression on her face.
Curious, Silas asked, "Is it a friend calling?"
Ivana’s eyes flickered slightly. "Yeah."
She didn’t explain further. Her relationship with Leon Keane was complicated at this moment, making it difficult to talk about.
Seeing Ivana’s reluctance to say more, Silas did not press on.
The elevator arrived, and Ivana Monroe and Silas Joyce went up to the tenth floor, where the western restaurant was located.
Suddenly, Ivana’s phone went silent, and the other party stopped calling.
Ivana did not immediately return Leon Keane’s call, knowing his bad temper. After he’d called continuously without her answering, she knew calling back would only invite a barrage of words.
Ivana planned to call Leon Keane back after having lunch and parting ways with Silas.
Kane Group.
Leon Keane tracked Ivana Monroe’s location to a very upscale western restaurant, and his handsome face instantly turned dark.
He knew that if something was out of the ordinary, something was off. Ivana wasn’t answering because she’d been kidnapped for a lunch date.
From the writer Tutor’s whisper: Little darlings, can you guess what’s going to happen next?