Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Please Stay Away from Her
Ivy stayed with Ivana Monroe, had dinner, and then drove back home.
She thought by this time, Samuel Lockwood would have brought Nicole home.
But...
She waited until past nine in the evening, and Samuel Lockwood still hadn’t brought Nicole back.
Ivy felt a complex emotion she couldn’t quite define, her mind filled with the image of the beautiful woman nestled in Samuel Lockwood’s embrace as seen in the phone photos.
Ivy closed her eyes and shook her head: "No, Samuel Lockwood wouldn’t betray me, it’s just provocation... It’s his mother’s provocation."
Yes, that must be it.
She opened her eyes.
Ivy picked up her phone to call Samuel Lockwood.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off."
Hearing the mechanical voice from the phone, Ivy was taken aback.
Powered off?
Why is it powered off again?
Ivy suddenly felt a tinge of soreness in her nose, and her heart started to feel heavy.
Samuel Lockwood had said in the morning that after having dinner at his mother’s place, he would bring Nicole back. Could a dinner really take until nine o’clock?
Suddenly the phone rang.
Ivy was startled, her grievances vanished in an instant, and seeing it was an unfamiliar number, she answered without thinking: "Hello, is it you, honey?"
The other end was silent.
Getting a bit anxious from the silence, Ivy said, "Speak up!"
"Heh... Yes, it’s me, hubby—my darling wife."
That voice wasn’t Samuel Lockwood’s; it was that rascal, Howard Yeats.
Ivy was furious with Howard Yeats: "Get lost~"
That shameless scoundrel actually chose this moment to call and tease her.
"Hah... Wife, you were the one who called me hubby. I didn’t force you. Now why are you telling me to get lost? Ah... Wives can change their attitude faster than the weather."
"Yeats, get away from me."
After shouting this, Ivy hung up the phone, her face flushed red, her chest heaving.
Howard Yeats’s antics made Ivy feel less upset.
A rascal has his rascal traits.
He called again.
Seeing the unfamiliar number, Ivy gritted her teeth, disconnected once more, and even turned off her phone.
After shutting off her phone, Ivy ran to take a shower, and when she came out, she saw the clock pointing to ten—Samuel Lockwood still hadn’t returned.
Ivy picked up her phone, thinking that at this time, Howard Yeats, that rascal, shouldn’t call again, right?
Her phone just powered on.
The familiar strange number called once more.
Ivy quickly shut it off in fright, mumbling: "Howard Yeats, that pervert, is he insane?"
She tossed away the phone.
Ivy went to bed.
Samuel Lockwood can come back or not. If he’s really changed, then she’ll fight for Nicole’s custody. Does one really need a man to live?
Understanding this made Ivy feel much more settled, and she fell into a deep sleep.
On the top floor of a luxurious community.
Howard Yeats stood before a large floor-to-ceiling window, outside neon lights flickering, part of Ravenswood’s night scene reflected in his eyes.
After Ivy hung up the call, Howard Yeats slowly pulled the phone away from his ear, a faint smile on his lips: "The little wildcat must be going to sleep now."
Suddenly.
A pair of slender arms encircled his waist from behind, fingers moving up from his abdomen, and when they reached his chest, they began unbuttoning his shirt.
Howard Yeats’s rascal face suddenly turned cold, he grabbed her hand.
"Ah~ President Yeats... It hurts... It’s so painful! Please let go." The woman screamed in pain, tears streaming down.
Howard Yeats turned, releasing the woman’s hand.
The scantily clad woman fell to the ground, her tears falling down as she gently rubbed her aching wrist.
"President Yeats~ Why are you treating me like this?" The woman said coyly, her tear-filled eyes looking at Howard Yeats pitifully, as if he were heartless?
She was trying to gain Howard Yeats’s sympathy.
Howard Yeats slowly squatted down.
The woman felt a surge of joy, thinking President Yeats was about to lift her up?
Filled with shy anticipation, the woman opened her arms, seemingly waiting for Howard Yeats to hug her.
Howard Yeats didn’t reach out, instead his lips curled into a derisive cold smile: "If you dare lay a finger on me again, I’ll chop off your hands."
The woman was completely stunned, her pretty face visibly turning pale, she trembled uncontrollably.
"No... I wouldn’t dare..."
The woman’s voice shook.
"Get out~"
Howard Yeats straightened up, speaking coldly.
"Yes."
The woman scrambled away, fleeing from Howard Yeats’s home.
Once in the elevator, her legs trembled furiously, and she slid down against the wall on the lower deck, crying softly.
The woman was named Jade, having debuted three years ago and had been made famous by Howard Yeats himself.
She hadn’t been ungenerous with Howard Yeats before, otherwise she wouldn’t have sneaked into his house to offer herself!
Jade liked Howard Yeats, the kind of liking that she thought might elevate her to the position of Mrs. Yeats, but who could have guessed, Howard Yeats suddenly grew so cold and vicious towards her?
Jade cried sorrowfully, could the rumors be true? President Yeats had found a woman he liked? So he lost interest in the actresses of the company? Lost interest in her?
Wailing...
The following day.
A new guest arrived at Ivana Monroe’s place... Howard Yeats.
Ivana Monroe was a bit puzzled, why was he looking for her? He was buddies with Leon Keane; shouldn’t he go to Leon if he needed anything?
She didn’t have anything to say to Howard Yeats.
"What? Little sister-in-law, you’re not welcoming me?" Howard Yeats’s phoenix eyes held a smile, his face inherently a rascal, grinning a bit too flamboyantly.
Ivana Monroe’s fair face turned slightly red.
Little sister-in-law?
Seriously intoxicated!
Howard Yeats calling Ivana Monroe little sister-in-law wasn’t wrong, he was born a few months later than Leon Keane.
"What do you want?"
Ivana Monroe asked directly.
"To show you something."
Howard Yeats extracted an envelope from the pocket of his slacks, tossing it before Ivana Monroe.
Ivana looked at Howard Yeats suspiciously, then upon opening the envelope, seeing the photos inside, she almost erupted in anger.
The protagonist in the envelope’s photos was Samuel Lockwood, but the female lead wasn’t Ivy.
Samuel Lockwood was embracing a beautiful woman, engaged in unspeakable acts on a bed.
The unspeakable acts were all covered with mosaic.
Thus, Ivana Monroe wasn’t embarrassed by the photos, except feeling anger—lots of anger.
Howard Yeats watched Ivana Monroe’s expression closely and smiled, this was exactly the result he wanted, so he said: "Samuel Lockwood is just scum. Have you finally seen this scum’s true colors? Do you wish for your good friend... Ivy, to continue being deceived by him?"
Ivana Monroe tore the indecent photos, and in the moment she looked up, she saw Howard Yeats frown.
Ivana Monroe smiled coldly at Howard Yeats: "He’s scum, but what about you? Are you so much better? Haven’t you been with women? Deceived women’s feelings?"
"Howard Yeats... Let me tell you, Ivy isn’t your type, so please stay away from her."