Chapter 193: Chapter 193: What Is She to Leon?
Leon Keane looked indifferent, not interested in this kind of thing.
Howard Yeats, holding a voluptuous beauty in his arms, raised an eyebrow and said, "A woman fighting back? Beating up a bunch of punks?"
Ken Mercer elegantly stroked his chin, smirking, "Spot on."
Lionel: "Hmph, it’s boring when it’s so straightforward. What’s the fun in that? Ken, come have a drink and help Leon come up with ideas on how to win over the woman he likes?"
The beauty in Howard’s arms was surprised, batting her eyes at Leon Keane, and said in a coquettish tone, "President Kane is handsome and wealthy, is there really a woman he can’t charm?"
Howard Yeats gave the beauty’s shapely bottom a slap: "Do you think all women are as easy as you? A little cash and they’re in bed?"
The beauty felt humiliated, but didn’t dare get angry at Howard Yeats, her smile stiff, "President Yeats, you’re so bad."
Howard Yeats’s eyes flashed with disdain, his smile roguishly charming, "Bad boys are what women love."
Howard Yeats had bold features and striking contours, his smile captivating, making the beauty’s heart skip a beat. She took the opportunity to press her chest against him, "I just love how bad President Yeats is."
Suddenly, Howard Yeats pushed the beauty away.
The beauty froze, pouting, "President Yeats..."
The smile on Howard Yeats’s face lacked warmth, "Go keep Ken company, be good~"
The beauty was reluctant; she was a new artist under Howard Yeats, flaunting her charms to cozy up to him, hoping to climb the ladder and get good resources. Ken Mercer was just a forensic doctor, whom Daisy looked down upon.
Daisy didn’t want to go but was afraid of offending Howard Yeats, her eyes immediately misted over with anger.
Ken Mercer, who wasn’t into leftovers, declined, "No way, Howard, you know I never touch your women."
The implication was clear; Ken Mercer thought Daisy was dirty.
Daisy’s beautiful eyes shimmered with tears, someone who was a campus queen had never been so despised by men before.
Howard Yeats chuckled and said to Daisy, "Go keep Lionel company! He isn’t like Ken, he’s not a clean freak, Lionel will take anyone who looks good."
Lionel protested, "Am I that kind of person? I’m not that low. I too have standards and don’t need your leftovers."
Daisy couldn’t take it, tears rolled down her cheeks as she covered her trembling red lips and ran out of the private room.
Lionel was a bit stunned, "Did we go too far?"
Ken Mercer laughed, "You’re overthinking. We’re just helping Howard since he’s not in the mood for women tonight."
Howard Yeats frowned, picked up the square cushion from the leather sofa, and threw it at Ken Mercer, "Who says? You’re the one who’s weak, I’ve never been weak."
Ken Mercer caught it with a grin.
Leon Keane extinguished the cigarette butt and stood up, speaking plainly, "I’m leaving."
Lionel, holding a beer bottle opener, looked up at Leon Keane who was about to leave, "Leon, I just opened a whole table of beers, and you’re leaving without drinking? Isn’t that too wasteful?"
Leon Keane put his hands into the pockets of his trousers, not in the mood to drink, "You guys go ahead!"
Leon Keane walked out of the private room.
"Leon, wait for me, I’m leaving too."
Ken Mercer tossed the square cushion onto the sofa, turned, and quickly caught up with Leon Keane, placing a hand on his shoulder with a smile, "Leon, let me tell you, that woman is really beautiful, petite and delicate, but who would have thought such a frail woman could have such explosive power? She seemed like she climbed out of hell, not afraid of death..."
Ken Mercer chattered away, and with his sharp eyes spotted Ivana Monroe hadn’t left. He got excited and pointed at Ivana Monroe, "Leon, look, that’s the woman... Leon, where are you going?"
Leon Keane saw Ivana Monroe and felt his heart tighten. He quickened his steps towards her, pushing aside the bystanders blocking his path, and upon reaching her, found Ivana Monroe’s hand drenched in blood.
Ivana Monroe hadn’t expected to see Leon Keane there, she was stunned, her long lashes drooped, not knowing what to say.
Leon Keane reached out, wanting to hold her delicate hand, but seeing the blood, he didn’t dare to touch it.
Black Tiger on the ground was groaning in pain, spewing vulgar curses from his mouth.
Leon Keane’s eyes filled with rage, turning into a sharp icy glare aimed squarely at Black Tiger, his voice frigid, "Did you hurt her?"
Ivana Monroe was startled.
Ivy Linden was right beside Ivana Monroe, half sober, her eyes red, angrily said, "Yes, it was him. His thugs attacked Ivana and even went at her with a knife."
Hearing "went at Ivana with a knife," Leon Keane felt his heart being slashed open by a dull blade, the pain bleeding profusely. His dark eyes filled with a murderous air, ready to kill.
The hand Black Tiger used to wield a knife was now horribly mutilated by the shattered beer bottle Ivana Monroe used, the one most injured was him. Seeing Leon Keane’s fierce gaze, he shivered all over.
"I...I didn’t...stab...her..."
Black Tiger stammered his words, and Leon Keane ruthlessly kicked him in the abdomen. Black Tiger instantly curled up, clutching his stomach in agony, unable to make a sound, enduring unbearable pain like nothing he’d experienced before.
Ken Mercer was stunned, what the hell? Why was Leon so angry? Who was that woman to him that he cared so much?
This was the first time Ken Mercer had seen Leon Keane so angry.
The thugs who were with Black Tiger fled as soon as they saw his hand was injured by Ivana Monroe. This woman was too ruthless, more brutal than their boss.
They realized they couldn’t afford to offend a big shot woman from society.
The onlookers were all startled by Leon Keane’s actions. A few bold girls looked at him both fearful and joyful, seeing a domineering president flaring up out of anger for a beauty.
They took out their phones, click-click-click! and snapped several photos of Leon Keane.
Leon Keane, wearing high-grade leather shoes, was efficient and brutal with each kick; the injured Black Tiger was mercilessly kicked till he suffered internal injuries.
The police arrived and stopped Leon Keane.
"What happened?"
Black Tiger, spitting blood, looked pleadingly at the policemen, his condition miserable, "Officer... help...."
Ken Mercer strode over and explained to the police, "Here’s the deal, officer... this guy’s involved with the underworld, and when his thugs failed to molest good women, he drew a knife, posing a deadly threat. My friend here saw injustice and acted."
Black Tiger shook his head in pain: Officer... it’s not like that....
One of the officers recognized Black Tiger, sneered, "It’s you again, Black Tiger. Didn’t you have enough of a stay last time after harassing good women? Fallen back into bad habits so soon?"
Black Tiger hurried to explain, first pointing at Ivana Monroe, "She’s even more vicious than me... she did this to my hand."
Then pointed at Leon Keane, "And him, for no reason at all, he kicked me ruthlessly, caused me internal injuries, I want a medical examination... I’m going to file a complaint against him."