Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Little Sister-in-law
Howard Yeats was surprised, stunned by Ivana Monroe’s scolding.
He thought Ivana was the type of woman hero who could smash a thug in a bar with a bottle to protect Ivy Linden. Following that logic, after seeing photos of Samuel Lockwood with another woman, she should be angry enough to want to cut him down with a knife.
But that wasn’t the point.
The point was Ivana would stand by him and work together to help Ivy stay away from the scumbag Samuel.
Yet...
Howard never expected that Ivana, in her anger, would logically and clearly scold him.
Howard rubbed his nose, feeling greatly humiliated by Ivana.
His eyes flickered.
Ivana wasn’t wrong; he had been with women before, but that was when he was young and foolish, and it was purely because of physiological needs. Besides, those women approached him with motives, wanting resources.
Howard could swear he never deceived those women emotionally.
It was just a matter of mutual need.
But, if he said this, would Ivana believe him? She might even call him the scummiest of scumbags.
Howard didn’t dare to say those things, so he said, "Sis-in-law, I swear my feelings for Ivy are genuine. You can’t just whack away at a couple because you have a prejudice against me!"
Ivana gave Howard a "Yeah, right, I believe you" look.
Seeing this, Howard felt utterly out of luck.
He thought quickly and said, "Sis-in-law, let’s not talk about this for now. Look at how scummy Samuel is. We need to think of a way to help Ivy! As far as I know... this woman named Wendy Quinn is already pregnant with Samuel’s child."
Ivana was startled, her eyes blazing with anger.
Outrageous!
Absolutely outrageous!
Damn Samuel!
Howard added fuel to the fire: "Moreover, Samuel knows this. He took Wendy Quinn to the Lockwood family’s old house, where his mother is taking care of her."
"I guess~ Samuel wants to have the best of both worlds, enjoying the benefits of two women."
"But... Sis-in-law, you must know, Samuel’s mother doesn’t like Ivy. She loves grandsons, and Ivy’s body can’t conceive to give the Lockwood family a grandson. So Wendy has become a treasure in Samuel’s mother’s eyes, treated as a daughter-in-law, just waiting for Wendy to give birth to a big, fat grandson."
"If Wendy really gives the Lockwood family a fat grandson, do you think she’ll be willing to remain Samuel’s secret lover? She might come out and force Ivy out, and by then, Samuel’s mother will completely side with Wendy."
"Sigh...poor Ivy, if things get to that point, she’ll be forced to death by the Lockwood family scum."
Howard sighed.
His words profoundly affected Ivana.
Because Howard’s analysis was correct.
Ivana’s fingers tightened; she wouldn’t let the Lockwood family scum hurt Ivy.
Ivana suddenly said, "Give me Samuel’s phone number."
Howard: "..."
"Sis-in-law, what do you want that scumbag Samuel’s number for?" You should advise Ivy to leave that scumbag Samuel, that’s the right thing to do.
"Are you giving it or not? If you don’t, I’ll ask Leon Keane for it."
Ivana was not in the mood to waste words with Howard, this man... is quite a piece of work himself, having done quite a bit of "homework" to win Ivy over.
She wouldn’t fall into Howard’s trap.
She intended to save Ivy from Samuel’s hell, never to push her into Howard’s inferno.
That’s what Ivana was thinking.
If Howard knew Ivana had nicknamed him "Scumbag Howard," he might just have a fit!
"Fine, here...I’ll give it to you, sis-in-law."
Seeing Ivana’s determined expression, Howard, sensing that if he didn’t provide the number, he’d be kicked out, immediately took out his phone and gave Ivana Samuel’s number.
"Take care, not seeing you off."
Ivana said and then turned to enter her bedroom.
Howard: "..."
Sis-in-law... how can you just chase me off after getting the number? At least tell me how you plan to deal with that scumbag Samuel!
Ivana, having obtained Samuel’s number, didn’t rush to call him.
Until Monday.
Ivana dialed Samuel’s number.
Samuel answered: "Hello, may I ask who this is..."
"It’s Ivana."
Samuel was momentarily stunned. Why was Ivana looking for him?
"Ivy is not with me right now. If you’re looking for her, you can call her phone."
"I’m not looking for Ivy Linden; I’m looking for you."
"What do you want from me?"
"It’s something important. This is my WeChat number; add me and send me your address. I’ll come to you right now."
Samuel frowned, instinctively resisting the idea of seeing Ivana.
"I’m very busy right now, no time to see you."
Ivana gave a cold laugh: "Oh! Really? If I wanted to talk about Wendy Quinn, would you have time?"
Samuel’s fingers trembled fiercely, almost dropping his phone.
He panicked greatly!
How did Ivana know about Wendy?
How did she find out?
Samuel clutched his hammering heart, forcing himself to stay calm, and said coolly, "Wendy who? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway, I’m busy."
Disappointment flashed in Ivana’s eyes. She thought Samuel was a man who owned up to his actions. It turned out... he did them but wouldn’t admit, choosing to be a coward.
"Really? Samuel... Must I make Ivy go to your mother to drag Wendy out?"
Samuel was about to hang up when he heard Ivana’s angry shout.
His heart pounded even more violently.
Ivana was someone who did what she said.
Samuel was scared now, afraid Ivana would really bring Ivy to the Lockwood family’s old house. His mother would never let Wendy move out; she was wishing Ivy would find out about Wendy, to drive Ivy away.
Exhausted, Samuel surrendered: "Please... Ivana... I know I’ve wronged her, please don’t hurt Ivy, okay?"
Ivana wanted to laugh, then wanted to slap Samuel hard across the face.
Was it her hurting Ivy?
It was you, you scumbag!
Ivana took a deep breath: "Send me the address."
This time, Samuel didn’t refuse.
He sent the address to Ivana.
About half an hour later.
Ivana arrived at Samuel’s company.
Samuel sat in the CEO office, not daring to look at Ivana’s face with guilt as she entered, and went over to lock the office door.
Ivana observed Samuel’s actions. Scared now? Afraid someone might overhear?
Samuel poured a glass of water for Ivana.
Ivana took the glass and splashed its cool contents on Samuel’s face. His face was stained, and he closed his eyes.
She threw the disposable cup at his head and slapped him hard twice.
Samuel suddenly opened his eyes, grabbing Ivana’s wrist: "Enough, you woman."
Her wrist hurt from his grip, but Ivana didn’t flinch, glaring at him coldly: "Only a glass of water and two slaps, and you can’t take it? The damage you caused Ivy, a weak girl, how could she handle it?"