Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Heh... Women
She wiped her tears, took out her phone, and saw the caller ID was Leon Keane. She bit her lip, not wanting to answer Leon Keane’s call at this time.
But who was Leon Keane? He was the kind of person who wouldn’t give up until he got through.
After three missed calls, Leon Keane sent a message: "If you don’t answer the phone, I’ll use GPS to find you right away."
Ivana Monroe was so scared she nearly threw her phone away.
Leon Keane was too overbearing.
The phone rang again, and it was Leon Keane calling.
Ivana Monroe bit her lip and swiped the answer button.
"What the hell are you doing?" Leon Keane’s voice was very displeased.
Ivana Monroe had just been frightened at Mr. Morris’s place, her emotions weren’t settled yet, when Leon Keane’s phone call came in, intimidatingly, her tears flowed uncontrollably.
Leon Keane couldn’t hear Ivana Monroe’s voice, but heard faint sobbing on the phone. He frowned; she was crying? Who bullied her?
"Where are you?" Leon Keane’s voice softened a lot, suddenly feeling very nervous and worried upon hearing Ivana Monroe’s sobbing.
Ivana Monroe still didn’t speak, her tears kept flowing, she simply couldn’t speak. If she did, the other party would find out she was crying, and she didn’t want Leon Keane to see her weak side.
"It’s okay if you don’t say it, just wait for me there, wait for ten minutes." Leon Keane said domineeringly, then used the GPS to find Ivana Monroe’s location.
"President Kane..."
Derrick Stern came over with documents to have Leon Keane sign, but Leon Keane didn’t even pay attention to him, quickly ran past him like a gust of wind.
Derrick Stern was stunned in place, oh my god! What’s going on? Why is President Kane so anxious?
He had never seen President Kane run out of the CEO’s office so nervously without caring about his image.
Using GPS, Leon Keane found Ivana Monroe, saw her crouching on the ground like a helpless child. Leon Keane frowned, feeling uncomfortable, inexplicably pitying her.
A pair of shiny black high-end leather shoes appeared before Ivana Monroe’s eyes. She looked up, seeing the man’s straight long legs in dress pants, and further up, his neatly trimmed fingers extending to her very gentlemanly.
Ivana Monroe was slightly startled. The man’s hands seemed to glow under the sunlight, warmth shooting straight into her heart as she gazed at them.
"Not getting up? Do you want me to lift you up? Hmm?" Leon Keane’s voice was as pleasant as a cello, such melodiousness, but the tune was a bit cheeky.
Seeing Leon Keane’s handsome face, with sharply defined corners, features so prominent they could make girls scream, Ivana Monroe’s face turned red. She placed her hand in his palm and was pulled up by his strength.
"What happened? Who bullied you? Tell me." Leon Keane asked in a deep voice, with the intention to stand up for her.
Ivana Monroe withdrew her little hand from his palm and shook her head: "I’m fine now, thank you, President Kane."
Having experienced such an embarrassing incident, Ivana Monroe found it hard to talk about, and besides, it’s her own business. Telling Leon Keane would seem like she’s seeking sympathy.
Ivana Monroe had pride in her bones; she didn’t want to seek anyone’s sympathy.
Leon Keane’s handsome face suddenly turned sullen, he grabbed her arm as she was about to walk away: "Unwilling to talk? Am I just meddling and being sentimental?"
Leon Keane hated this feeling, especially when she coldly called him "President Kane," it made him very agitated, wanting to tear this woman apart.
Leon Keane chuckled coldly: "Then what were you crying for on the phone? Weren’t you intentionally crying for me to hear?"
Ivana Monroe looked at Leon Keane in disbelief. She was just too emotionally overwhelmed at the time; what’s this about her intentionally crying for him to hear?
He thought she was trying to gain his sympathy?
"I wasn’t."
"Woman, if you want me to help you, you might as well just say it openly. When I’m in a good mood, I’ll help you. If you’re trying to use the method of playing hard to get on me, then you’re miscalculating. I dislike women who play mind games with me the most."
"I wasn’t."
Ivana Monroe’s beautiful face turned red from anger, once again emphasizing she wasn’t.
"Whether you were or not, you know best in your heart," Leon Keane sneered disdainfully: "Ha... Women."
"I know very well that I wasn’t." Ivana Monroe suddenly became very angry, swinging her arm, trying to shake off his hand, but couldn’t. She used her other hand to peel his fingers: "Leon Keane, let go of me. I wasn’t trying to gain your sympathy. You suddenly called me, it was just some incident that upset me..."
What were his fingers made of? As hard as steel?
Ivana Monroe couldn’t peel them off. She attempted to make him understand she wasn’t the kind of woman he said.
"Whether you were or weren’t is no longer important now," Leon Keane didn’t want to hear her explanation. The more she explained, the more furious he became. He tightly pinched her arm: "Don’t forget you’re going to be my partner tonight, accompanying me to an important event. I don’t care how you normally dress, but tonight, I’m choosing your evening gown. Now, come with me to try on outfits."
He was very domineering, without any further discussion, he pulled her arm to try on clothes.
About half an hour later.
Trendy high-class private gown customization shop.
"Hello, President Kane." All the shop assistants here were rigorously trained; they remembered every customer’s appearance and orders, not to mention such a handsome guy as Leon Keane.
They were shocked to see Leon Keane enter the shop himself, and even more so when they saw the woman dressed in business attire beside him—all their hearts shattered. President Kane had a new partner again, as beautiful as ever, but this time different, not a flashy celebrity but a professional woman in business attire.
Did President Kane change his taste, or is this woman filming a workplace drama?
The shop assistants had distinct roles; one quickly fetched the custom gowns for Leon Keane, while the other followed closely behind Leon Keane and Ivana Monroe, ready to provide any customer service needed.
Every season, President Kane would order several outfits here, usually the celebrities would come to try them on themselves—this time President Kane accompanied personally, this woman must weigh heavily in President Kane’s heart.
The shop assistant following Leon Keane thought.
"President Kane, all your ordered gowns are here. Does the beautiful lady need to try them all on now?" Another shop assistant swiftly brought out the summer outfits Leon Keane had ordered.
Ivana Monroe saw the gowns in the shop assistant’s hand; as a designer herself, she could tell they were this year’s trendiest editions, priced at least in the five figures.
Leon Keane really had money, ordering so many sets at once for her to choose?
Ivana Monroe suddenly realized something was off, she had only agreed to be Leon Keane’s partner a few days ago. How could these custom gowns be ready in just two nights?
Ivana Monroe suddenly thought, these gowns weren’t ordered for her—they were ordered for his "partner."