Chapter 70: Chapter 70: President Kane Seems Interested in Me
Ivana Monroe turned off the video and checked the time it was sent: two days ago.
At tonight’s party, she saw Michelle Monroe. Accompanying Michelle was Pearl Fletcher, a college classmate of Michelle’s who used to follow her around like a sycophant.
Looking at Michelle’s expression, she was calm enough to appear at the party, indicating that she hadn’t received this filthy video.
Ivana’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. She was looking forward to selling this video to a short film.
The video from Michelle’s wedding was blocked by Zachary Heston; he couldn’t afford such embarrassment. Now Zachary and Michelle have nothing to do with each other, and if a video like this were to leak again, someone like Zachary wouldn’t care.
Moreover, the most important thing is that Michelle’s reputation in Ravenswood would be completely ruined; she could forget about marrying into high society.
A public toilet like Michelle, who was messing around since high school, might be played with by men but would never be married.
An hour later.
A remittance slip caught Ivana’s attention.
When she saw the name of the remitter, she was shocked.
Patrick Payne.
Isn’t that the name of the driver who disposed of her body back then?
The remittance amount was one hundred thousand.
Next to the remittance slip was a small black video, which Ivana opened with excitement: it was footage of the driver disposing her into the river back then.
Afraid that the driver wouldn’t handle things cleanly, Michelle had the driver record a video and send it over.
With the video and remittance slip, Michelle wasn’t afraid of the driver betraying her since she could put all the blame on him.
Unfortunately, Michelle didn’t expect this.
The video and slip would land in Ivana’s hands six years later.
There was nothing else of value on the USB drive. Michelle was clever; she would never leave evidence of her crimes, only those of others.
Ivana kept the video and slip on her phone, a cold gleam flashing in her eyes. She intended to turn them into weapons for the driver to testify against Michelle.
**
The Kane family estate.
Two equally handsome boys, after washing up, came downstairs for breakfast.
The lavish dining table was laden with a sumptuous breakfast, and a remarkably handsome man was already seated, elegantly reading the newspaper and drinking milk.
"Uncle Kane, good morning." The boy’s voice was crisp and sweet.
Leon Keane put down his newspaper and saw two identical boys coming down the stairs. The difference was that Ian Keane looked cold, while Timmy Monroe wore a polite and warm smile.
"Good morning, Timmy."
Leon, affected by Timmy’s warmth, returned a gentle smile to the boy.
The two boys sat down.
Ian silently ate his breakfast.
Timmy held up a bowl of porridge and brought it to Leon with an adorable smile: "Mommy said drinking porridge in the morning is good for the stomach and healthy. Uncle Kane, have a bowl too!"
Auntie Chamberlain, who was attending to Ian, was displeased when she saw Timmy Brown-nosing Leon like a little lackey. The little bastard was trying to replace Ian’s place in President Kane’s heart.
Don’t even think about it.
Auntie Chamberlain immediately said, "President Kane, you really shouldn’t drink the porridge. You know, while preparing the breakfast for the young masters, I feared the chef would be too busy, so I let Jessica help. Who knew that girl would volunteer to make porridge? She’s just a college student, and not that good at cooking at home, so I was worried that the porridge she cooked might ruin your appetite."
"Then I’ll get a different bowl for Uncle Kane." Timmy, not doubting Auntie Chamberlain’s words, picked up and put down the porridge bowl to get something else.
"No need, I like porridge."
Leon took Timmy’s small hand in one of his and picked up the hot porridge bowl with the other. The bowl was hot, having just been served, and Leon frowned as he thought about how Timmy had carried it over. His heart ached.
Leon took the bowl from Timmy’s hands and after setting it down, held the boy’s tender hand in his own, noticing his fingertips were reddened from the heat.
Gently, Leon blew on them, "Does it still hurt?"
Timmy shook his head, beaming brightly, "No, it doesn’t hurt. Not at all."
Auntie Chamberlain was discontent seeing how well Leon treated the little bastard. She empathized on behalf of Ian, since never had she seen President Kane be this kind to young master Ian.
Auntie Chamberlain looked at Ian with pity, hoping to find a hint of hurt or discomfort in his eyes, but his cold little face remained expressionless.
This made her heart ache more. Young Master Ian must be so disappointed in President Kane that he acted as if he didn’t care.
After breakfast.
Leon personally drove the two boys to school.
Suddenly, Jessica Mason darted out from the corner and approached Auntie Chamberlain, who was clearing the table, her face shy, "Auntie, you told President Kane that I made the porridge?"
Auntie Chamberlain quickly covered Jessica’s mouth and glanced at the door. Hearing the sound of the car starting outside, she sighed in relief, "I did it all for young master Ian, Jessica. Don’t say anything and spread this around..."
Jessica clung to Auntie Chamberlain’s arm, acting coquettishly, "Auntie, I don’t care who it’s for! Did you notice President Kane seems to have feelings for me?"
Auntie Chamberlain was taken aback. She really hadn’t noticed any affection from President Kane towards Jessica. Watching Jessica’s lovestruck expression, Auntie Chamberlain found it increasingly baffling.
"What do you mean?"
Jessica stomped her foot shyly.
"Auntie, you’re usually so sharp. How didn’t you notice today? President Kane drank the porridge I personally made..." She drew out ’porridge’ in a teasing tone.
Also, her aunt had warned President Kane that the porridge wasn’t well made, but he drank it anyway.
"Auntie, relax! When I become Mrs. Kane, I’ll treat young master Ian like my own son. So, you must help me! When President Kane and I fall in love and talk marriage, you must speak positively to the old madam and not break up us lovebirds."
When Cinderella is favored by the prince, there’s always an evil witch trying to mess things up and ruin her happiness; she doesn’t want the old madam to destroy her marriage with President Kane.
"Jessica, have you lost your mind? President Kane would like you? Dream on. Behave yourself and finish your summer job. Once the break ends, take the money and return to your studies, aiming to find a proper job, that’s the rational path."
Auntie Chamberlain’s words were like a cold bucket of water poured over Jessica.
Furious, Jessica clenched her fingers tightly.