Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Banquet Turmoil
In his dark eyes, a hint of envy flashed, realizing that Timmy Monroe was surrounded by such warm motherly love every day beside that woman.
Ian Keane’s eyes were filled with intense jealousy and hatred. Why did his mother abandon him? Why couldn’t she be like Timmy Monroe’s mother, giving him meticulous care by his side?
"Mommy, I need to pee." Timmy popped out of Ivana Monroe’s embrace, his handsome little face scrunching up: "There are no toilets outside, only inside the kindergarten! Mommy, you should go back to work now! Don’t let Timmy delay your work, if you have to work overtime because of this, Timmy will feel heartbroken."
"Okay, Timmy, you’re so good."
Ivana looked at Timmy’s caring young face, her heart suddenly washed over by a warm current. Her gaze flickered with a bit of shame, because she wouldn’t be working overtime today but instead would be Leon Keane’s companion, attending a dinner party with him.
Timmy turned and ran towards the school, passing by the entrance where he accidentally saw Ian Keane standing in the corner.
Timmy blinked at Ian Keane, and Ian, very much in sync, walked from the other side of the wall to the boys’ restroom.
Ivana watched the little boy’s back until he disappeared from sight, then turned to leave.
Ivana furrowed her brow again. Could she have remembered incorrectly? She seemed to recall the "Timmy" in the morning wore a different set of clothes than the one he was wearing now.
Ivana took a taxi to the location where she had agreed to meet Leon Keane.
Just like last time, Leon Keane first took her to pick out a gown, then to style her hair.
By this time,
Timmy Monroe and Ian Keane had already arrived at the Kane family’s old mansion in a private luxury car. A table full of dinner was prepared, and the two equally handsome little boys sat in their chairs, eating dinner.
This time Auntie Chamberlain stayed obediently aside; she dared not feed "Ian Keane" anymore, afraid the little boy would get upset again and make her redo the entire table’s dishes.
Auntie Chamberlain was intimidated by "Ian Keane," but seeing "Timmy Monroe" running to the Kane family’s mansion again, she was very displeased, even extremely disgusted with him.
The young master Ian wasn’t like this before, and it’s all because of this little brat. He’s certainly stirring things up, talking badly about her in front of the young master Ian, causing him to behave this way towards her.
She had to think of a way to make sure that this little brat, "Timmy Monroe," never comes to the Kane family’s mansion again.
After finishing dinner, the two little boys went upstairs, entered a room, and closed the door.
Auntie Chamberlain followed them quietly, tiptoeing to the closed door, pressing her ear against the wooden door, trying to eavesdrop on what the two boys were saying inside.
She just wanted to see how the little brat was badmouthing her in front of the young master Ian.
The room was as quiet as a mouse.
Auntie Chamberlain frowned a bit; was the door too thick for her to hear through?
She gently moved her body, pressing her ear tighter against the door.
Suddenly.
The door was opened, and Auntie Chamberlain stumbled, nearly falling over.
"Auntie Chamberlain, what are you doing? Trying to eavesdrop on my conversation with my brother?" Timmy was currently playing the role of Ian Keane, loudly rebuking Auntie Chamberlain.
"No... no, no, I’m coming up to ask young master Ian if he’d like some freshly squeezed juice after dinner?" Auntie Chamberlain denied it adamantly, almost scared to death by young master Ian.
"Freshly squeezed juice?" Timmy’s eyes turned slightly, suddenly slyly saying to Auntie Chamberlain: "Yes, I want a cup, watermelon juice, fresh orange juice, kiwi juice... and lastly a cup of wild raspberry juice."
Auntie Chamberlain was dumbfounded; young master Ian listed about twenty or thirty types of juice, how long would it take to juice all these?
And wild raspberries? It was already autumn; where could she find raspberries, let alone wild ones? Where could she get wild raspberry juice for him?
"Young master Ian... there are no raspberries this season!" Auntie Chamberlain’s expression was on the verge of tears.
"I don’t care, I just want raspberry juice. Figure it out yourself, and when the juice is ready, put it on the dining table with a straw in each cup. I’ll come down with my brother for a drink later."
"What are you still standing here for? Go get to work!"
Auntie Chamberlain regretted it to death; what was she thinking sneaking up to eavesdrop? Now she was in trouble, shooting herself in the foot.
Auntie Chamberlain was utterly defeated and could only follow Timmy’s instructions.
Timmy smartly watched Auntie Chamberlain head downstairs, then turned back to the room, closing the door.
"Brother, you laughed." Timmy was stunned looking at Ian Keane, extremely pleased and excitedly saying: "Brother looks the best when he smiles; brother should smile often."
Ian Keane paused, his face gradually losing the smile: "Aren’t you afraid that the exchange parent game will end, and Auntie Chamberlain will discover it?"
Timmy chuckled, grabbing Ian Keane’s little hand: "With brother’s support, how could I be afraid of a nanny?"
Ian Keane’s little hand stiffened momentarily; Timmy’s small hand was soft and tender, the palm encasing his finger was warmly comforting, a strange feeling Ian couldn’t describe, but he didn’t mind it.
Ian Keane said nothing; his silence seemed to agree with Timmy’s words.
At the dinner party scene.
Ivana Monroe held onto Leon Keane’s arm, entering the view of the guests.
The scene instantly quieted down, all eyes focused on them; this perfect pair looked as if they’d walked straight out of a fairy tale as a prince and princess.
Ivana wore a gold mini evening gown today, embellished with sparkling gold pieces making it dazzling under the spotlight, and around her snow-white elegant neck was a string of ruby necklaces, her hair was up with several curly strands adorning her smooth forehead sides, making her seem like a noble yet pure princess.
The man beside her was dressed in a white tailcoat, his black short hair swept back with an exaggerated parting revealing his well-defined sharp features and sensuous, neat sideburns, displaying the man’s charm and elegance.
Almost all the women gazing at Leon Keane showed him infatuated expressions.
Leon Keane ignored those starry-eyed gazes, frowning instead, more mindful of the lecherous stares lingering on Ivana Monroe.
"President Kane, hello, hello, I’m the manager of Elysian Court Industries..." someone proactively approached Leon Keane to pitch themselves.
Standing beside Leon Keane, Ivana suddenly felt a pair of malicious eyes staring at her.
Ivana turned to look and her face turned pale.
Mr. Morris, with his bulging belly, raised his wine glass at her, smirking lasciviously, placing the glass on his sausage lips, tipping his head back to drink, as if he was consuming not red wine, but Ivana herself.