Chapter 249: Chapter 249: Banished to the Cold Palace, Fiery Temper
Secretary Sullivan blushed: "You’re welcome."
Leon Keane shot a sharp glance: "Is my office a place for you to flirt and throw affection? If you keep flirting and being nauseatingly sweet, both of you can get out of The Kanes together."
Derrick Stern has recently been involved with Secretary Sullivan, and their relationship is in full bloom, very much in love. It feels completely different from how they used to see each other at work.
Leon Keane isn’t blind—how could he not notice?
Derrick and Secretary Sullivan were terrified, exchanging glances.
They understood each other’s looks: "Has Mr. President been put on ice by Her Majesty these days? Why is he so irritable?" "Probably. Her Majesty has been busy lately, and Mr. President is probably unsatisfied, so he can’t stand our sweetness." "Ah? That’s really scary, we’d better keep a low profile!"
The two exchanged glances quickly and then turned their heads immediately, pretending to be serious.
"No, no, how could we do such shameful and nauseating things in front of Mr. President?" Derrick Stern.
"Right, right, definitely not." Secretary Sullivan.
Leon Keane pressed his thin lips together, let out a cold hum, and said, "Derrick, go to finance and withdraw a million."
Derrick immediately said, "Alright. This one million is for..."
A million to Leon Keane is as little as a hundred bucks to an ordinary family. This kind of money couldn’t be used for business, so Derrick ruled out any collaboration talk.
What can a hundred bucks do for an ordinary family? Buy tea, eat fast food?
Could the President be asking him to order food?
Leon Keane cleared Derrick’s confusion by saying, "Take the million to XX Hospital and pay it in Ivana Monroe’s name for Jean Shaw’s medical expenses."
"Ah?"
"Ah?"
Derrick and Secretary Sullivan had the same look of surprise.
Isn’t Mr. President afraid of being beaten by Her Majesty at home for saving Jean Shaw behind her back?
Leon Keane’s eyes went cold, and both Derrick and Secretary Sullivan quickly shut their mouths.
Derrick turned to go to finance.
Leon called him back, his handsome face as cold as ice, instructing him: "Remember, this one million is only for Jean Shaw’s medical expenses, not including caregiver fees, got it?"
Derrick immediately said, "I understand, I understand."
Secretary Sullivan watched Derrick leave, completely puzzled. Her Majesty had said such things on Weibo, clearly unwilling to pay for Jean Shaw’s treatment, so why was Mr. President doing this?
When "GK" fashion launched, she liked it very much. Due to her working hours, she couldn’t queue to buy it, so Derrick asked his cousin to queue and buy it for her. Since then, Secretary Sullivan became a fan of Ivana Monroe.
Her Majesty is how fans affectionately refer to Ivana Monroe.
Derrick, involved with Secretary Sullivan, naturally called her Her Majesty as well.
In fact, Secretary Sullivan didn’t know Derrick didn’t ask his cousin to line up for it; Derrick snatched it directly from his cousin, threw money at her, and ran away, angering his cousin greatly.
Secretary Sullivan’s curiosity was killing her. She was dying of curiosity inside but didn’t dare open her mouth to ask Leon Keane why.
"Track down the IP of the person cursing my wife and wishing for my son’s misfortune." Leon Keane forcefully tapped his fingers on the desk, startling Secretary Sullivan.
Seeing Leon’s handsome face now black as Bao Zheng’s during a trial, Secretary Sullivan couldn’t help but imagine him wanting to use the guillotine on the hater.
Secretary Sullivan didn’t dare relax for a moment; her eyes quickly shifted to the computer, where she saw a hater called "Whispering Happiness" repeatedly posting disgusting curses: "Ivana Monroe is a vicious woman, and her bastard child will sooner or later get hit by a car and die."
Secretary Sullivan’s eyes shot flames, shaking with anger.
Coming from a scholarly family, Secretary Sullivan could no longer resist wanting to curse back, sending a "damn you" to the hater "Whispering Happiness."
Secretary Sullivan calmed her shaking hands, took a deep breath, and her fingers flew over the keyboard. After being with Derrick Stern for some time, he had taught her some hacking skills.
What originally seemed very difficult to her was suddenly simple with Derrick’s help, and she made rapid progress.
Now, with Derrick off handling things, it was her time to shine.
Secretary Sullivan took less than twenty minutes to track down the IP address of "Whispering Happiness."
"Found it."
Secretary Sullivan said happily, feeling the thrill of getting revenge for Her Majesty. She sent the IP address screenshot to Leon Keane.
Leon Keane’s pupils narrowed sharply upon seeing that familiar IP address, as if ice blades filled his eyes, reaching an extreme coldness and sharpness.
"Very good, Kiki, cursing my wife and wishing ill on my son, very good indeed," Leon said through gritted teeth.
Upon hearing the name Kiki, Secretary Sullivan was momentarily stunned.
In truth, there were probably no longtime employees at Kane Group who didn’t recognize Kiki Jennings. Every time she returned to the country, she’d stop by the Kane Group multiple times, always entering President Kane’s office without an appointment.
People used to think Kiki was the most likely candidate to become the president’s wife.
Kiki came from an excellent family background, making her a perfect match for President Kane. She was young and beautiful, seemingly pure and free of scheming. Secretary Sullivan never expected that someone who appeared so harmless on the surface could do such things behind the scenes—saying such vicious words about President Kane’s own son.
Secretary Sullivan suddenly felt disgusted, truly disgusted.
Hearing Leon Keane’s gritted teeth words, Secretary Sullivan smirked, thinking Kiki was doomed, and she felt so happy!
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About forty minutes later.
XX Hospital’s Weibo made a statement, featuring a picture of a doctor just finished with surgery, raising a hand in triumph. Everyone in the photo had sweaty yet joyous smiles.
Above the picture was a caption: "The stroke patient brought in by ambulance two hours ago underwent a successful surgery. A family member paid a million and then disappeared. If Jean Shaw’s family sees this, please come to ward 478; the patient needs your care."
XX Hospital’s Weibo doesn’t have many followers, only about twenty thousand, some of whom are hospital staff.
The receptionist commented: "The intercom has called Jean Shaw’s family several times, but no one responded. What an irresponsible family! Do they think paying a million absolves them of caring duties? Don’t forget, the patient had a stroke and lost basic communication abilities, she needs care now more than ever. Does anyone know the family’s name? Let’s have the intercom call her name several more times and see if she’s embarrassed."
Head surgeon: "I just checked, the one who paid is named Ivana Monroe, and the family member who came with the ambulance is Michelle Monroe. Let’s have the intercom call for Michelle Monroe to come to ward 478."