Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Where Are You? Ivy Is Afraid
Ivana Monroe lowered her head, tears silently dampening her cheeks. Her small hands trembled as she pulled up the zipper of her jeans. She fumbled with the metal button, her thumb slipping two or three times before finally fastening it.
Ivana felt his gaze, her already wet cheeks flushing red again: "I don’t need your apology; I just need you to tell the driver to turn the car around."
Still thinking about Ivy Linden?
Leon Keane frowned: "Turning around is impossible. I’ve already apologized; whether or not you accept it is your business."
Ivana raised her head, looking at Leon Keane in astonishment. How could this man be like this?
Ivana still wanted to say something.
Leon Keane stretched out his tongue and licked his thin lips in front of her, as if savoring her recent taste or perhaps thinking Ivana wanted to turn around or get off the car. He might give her another passionate kiss.
Ivana swallowed her words back down; Leon Keane was too shameless.
With Leon Keane’s mischief, Ivana knew that even if they turned around now, it might be useless. Samuel Lockwood, upon learning Ivy Linden was in the bar, would quickly drive over. With Samuel there, it would be difficult for Ivana to take Ivy away.
Samuel Lockwood arrived at the "Ninth Space" bar.
"Ken Mercer, where’s my wife?" Samuel Lockwood asked anxiously, not seeing Ivy Linden. He spotted Ken Mercer and strode over to him.
Howard Yeats scrutinized Samuel Lockwood, a look of disdain flashing in his eyes—so he’s Ivy Linden’s husband? Doesn’t seem like much...
Howard Yeats was a deeply narcissistic man; aside from himself and his brothers, other men were insignificant in his eyes.
"Wait a moment; I’ll call to check."
Ken Mercer called Lionel.
Lionel didn’t immediately answer the phone; he picked up just as the ringing was about to end.
"Ken, come quickly; we’re in a bit of trouble..."
Lionel didn’t have time to tell Ken Mercer where he and Ivy Linden were before someone slapped the phone from his hand, causing it to hit the ground and crack the screen.
Ken Mercer’s face didn’t look good.
Seeing this, Samuel Lockwood felt a foreboding in his heart—something’s wrong with Ivy.
"Check the location," Howard Yeats urged, noticing Ken Mercer’s expression and knowing something was amiss.
The four brothers used the same brand of phone, capable of locating each other.
Ken Mercer immediately performed a location search, but...
"Lionel set his location to invisible; I can’t pinpoint his current position," Ken Mercer frowned, suddenly recalling a girl’s voice he heard when he called Lionel to come here.
A girl had called him "Lionel brother," asking where he was going, and Lionel stammered without providing a clear answer.
Was Lionel hiding from that girl by setting his location to invisible?
Howard Yeats decided promptly: "They shouldn’t have gone far; let’s split up and search."
Howard Yeats and Samuel Lockwood simultaneously dashed out of the bar first, with Ken Mercer following behind. Seeing the two separate left and right, he chose to head forward.
A few hooligans, one with a dragon tattoo on his arm, surrounded Ivy Linden.
Lionel, born into a scholarly family, grew up with his family’s opposition to crude fighting, developing a scholarly temperament that two thugs easily subdued, beating him until his face was bruised and bloody, now lying on the ground like a limp worm.
Ivy Linden recognized some of these hooligans; two were among those with Black Tiger who fled the bar in fear when Ivana Monroe asserted herself.
They had found a helper named Dragon to intercept her and Lionel halfway.
Dragon reached out and pinched Ivy Linden’s jaw, ferociously saying, "You stinkin’ woman, dared to stab my brother’s hand with a beer bottle? Tonight, I’ll break your fingers one by one as revenge for my brother."
Ivy Linden’s chin was pinched painfully, bringing her to the brink of tears, yet defiantly she stared at Dragon, biting her lip, refusing to cry out in pain.
For scum like Dragon, the more you cry in pain, the more he enjoys it, satisfying his desire for revenge.
Dragon pinched hard; had he more strength, Ivy Linden’s chin would have been shattered by now.
He was somewhat surprised by Ivy Linden’s stoicism; it displeased him—oh, so she can endure, huh?
Let’s see how long you can endure!
Dragon gripped Ivy Linden’s neck against the wall behind the bar and ordered his thugs to pry open her fingers one by one, pressing them against the wall.
Dragon pulled out his small hammer, waving it before Ivy Linden’s eyes, coldly saying: "Watch how I shatter your fingers."
Ivy Linden was terrified, her face turned white, her heart trembled with fear; the torture of smashing fingers was something she never dreamed would happen to her.
Ivana, where are you?
Ivy is so scared.
At this moment, Ivy Linden desperately hoped Ivana Monroe would appear like a god to save her from torment.
She felt utterly useless; faced with such circumstances, she lacked Ivana’s fighting spirit. Protected by the Linden family, she’d always been a princess, and after marrying Samuel Lockwood, he’d loved her dearly.
Aside from... aside from... Samuel’s mother.
Now, Ivy Linden suddenly didn’t blame Samuel’s mother anymore, feeling it’s her own fault for not being able to bear children, to carry on the family line for the Lockwoods. What right did she have to blame Samuel’s mother?
Samuel’s mother only wanted a grandchild; what wrong did she do?
Samuel Lockwood sacrificed so much for her; she shouldn’t be a burden to him anymore...
At that thought, Ivy Linden’s eyes turned red, and she began to cry.
Dragon thought his hammer had scared her; seeing Ivy Linden "fearfully" cry, he felt joy in his heart. "Cry! Cry all you want! Soon, you’ll cry even more fiercely; don’t hope for anyone to rescue you."
"Dragon, stop wasting words with this stinkin’ woman. Get on with smashing her fingers. If her crazy sister shows up, it’ll be tough to deal with. Even Tiger brother couldn’t handle that madwoman," said a thug, still traumatically remembering Ivana’s fierce power.
Dragon didn’t believe any stinkin’ woman could be a match for him. Tiger brother was useless, likely got played by beauty, and got injured in the hand, right?
Dragon, in his self-righteousness, viciously said: "When that stinkin’ woman comes, not only will I break her fingers, I’ll stab a beer bottle into her face."
Samuel Lockwood rushed in to see Dragon and his crew pressing his dainty wife against the wall, Dragon holding a small hammer poised at her fingers.
"Stop!"
Samuel Lockwood shouted furiously.
Dragon turned his head, the small hammer in his hand followed the motion.
A dark figure suddenly lunged at him, a fist firmly landing on Dragon’s face, twisting it awry, swelling immediately.
Samuel Lockwood’s arrival was so abrupt.
The thugs all paused, and so did Ivy Linden, her tears streaming even more intensely.