CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: PLEASE MIND YOURSELF

"Zachary, don’t leave. Our wedding isn’t over yet. You can’t leave." Michelle Monroe stood alone on the stage, watching Zachary Heston’s back as he left with the paramedics. She was utterly panicked, as if once Zachary left, he would never look back.

Her voice did not call Zachary’s compassion back; he walked away without turning his head.

Michelle’s nose tingled, and heartbroken tears streamed down uncontrollably. She screamed hysterically, "Zachary Heston, how can you treat me like this? I’ve given you everything. Two years ago, I even had a miscarriage for you. I love you so much, how can you be so ungrateful and leave me? How can you walk away so heartlessly?"

Michelle Monroe was Jean Shaw’s precious daughter. Seeing Michelle so heartbroken and sad was like countless needles piercing Jean’s heart. She was so furious she could almost spit blood.

She wanted so much to rush over and drag Zachary back to complete the wedding with Michelle, but she knew she was no match for Zachary, and doing so would only make a bigger joke.

Jean Shaw could only watch helplessly as Zachary left her precious daughter.

At that moment, all of Jean’s resentment was directed at Ivana Monroe. She suddenly charged towards Ivana with a ferocious look, raised her hand to slap Ivana, but Leon Keane intercepted her. She then frantically tried to scratch Ivana’s face.

"Ivana Monroe, you slut who’s slept with thousands and been screwed by millions, you used your mouth to satisfy Leon so he’d help you attack my daughter. I won’t let you go. I’ll scratch your slutty face to pieces."

Back then, Jean Shaw had met Caleb Monroe and seduced him, a married man, with her beauty. Her vulgar words towards Ivana carried echoes of her own past.

No matter how shameless or lowly the things she did herself were, Jean would never feel she was wrong. But if someone else, even if she was just speculating, did the same, it was an unforgivable crime.

Leon Keane exerted a bit of force and easily pushed Jean Shaw to the ground. His dark eyes looked coldly at her as she fell, his fists clenched, veins bulging. If she hadn’t been an elderly woman, he would have punched her in the face just now.

Jean Shaw fell hard. Caleb Monroe was startled and reached out to help her, but she refused to get up, sitting on the ground, wailing, "Leon Keane hit me. Call the police. Arrest Leon Keane. He hit an old lady... I want to sue him..."

Caleb Monroe was overwhelmed by Jean Shaw’s crying. Leon Keane? Sue him? That was a joke. Not to mention this insignificant matter, reporting it to the police would just be a farce. Even if Leon had really hit someone, if Caleb still wanted to stay in Ravenswood, he wouldn’t dare offend Leon Keane.

Hearing Jean Shaw’s wailing, Caleb’s temper flared. He suddenly shouted at her, "Shut up! Aren’t you embarrassed enough?"

Jean Shaw was startled by Caleb’s outburst, stunned and pitifully said, "Caleb, you’re scolding me..."

Caleb Monroe was extremely irritated. Even if he was slow, he understood that Michelle let it slip about the video. How did it come to this?

Looking at Jean Shaw’s makeup-soaked face, in that moment, he found her incredibly ugly. How had she raised their child to do something so disgraceful at such a young age?

Caleb suddenly felt Jean Shaw was very unfamiliar before him. He suppressed his anger and said to her, "You better behave now, don’t make things worse for me."

Gavin Monroe, having seen Caleb scold Jean, was flooded with mixed feelings. If this son of his had been able to discern right from wrong earlier, not been so easily swayed by Jean, and not spoiled Michelle, his dear daughter Ivana wouldn’t have suffered so much, and Michelle wouldn’t have caused such embarrassing incidents.

Gavin was very disappointed in Michelle. His heart ached most for Ivana now.

"Leon Keane." The old man’s voice trembled.

Leon turned around and saw the old man sitting in a wheelchair, white-haired, his brown eyes red.

"The Monroe family’s affairs have become a laughingstock for you. Ivana is tired too. You should take her home to rest. I’ll handle today’s matters," the old man said clearly, revealing his stance, which shocked Caleb Monroe.

Leon nodded politely at the old man, reached out to grab Ivana’s hand, and led her away. His gaze swept over her cleavage, and he frowned, removing his jacket and draping it over her, covering her tempting, snowy white chest.

"Dad, it’s all my fault. You’re old, don’t strain yourself. I’ll handle it." Caleb knew the old man had never liked Jean, so he didn’t want him involved.

"Fine, you’ll handle it. Then let’s all go to the old house. I want to see how you handle it." Gavin Monroe’s expression was stern. He tapped his cane on the floor, giving Caleb no chance to argue, and signaled for the steward to wheel him away.

When Ivana and Leon got outside, she refused to get into Leon’s Bugatti Veyron, took off his jacket, her delicate face slightly red, and said, "I don’t need President Kane to take me. I’ll take a cab back."

Leon didn’t take the jacket back. His dark eyes stared at her chest, and he sneered, "Do you enjoy showing your flesh to men that much?"

Whatever gratitude Ivana had for Leon was gone in an instant. Furious, she looked up, "Leon Keane, you’re filthy-minded. Don’t judge others by yourself, thinking all men are as filthy as you."

Leon watched her chest rise and fall, vibrating incessantly, and his throat tightened. Suddenly, he pressed her soft body against the silver-grey car door.

Ivana was trapped with nowhere to go. His masculine breath shamelessly sprayed across her face.

"Leon Keane, let go of me. What... what do you want to do?"

Seeing her panicked expression, like a frightened little rabbit, a fire sparkled in his eyes, and he suddenly lowered his head to kiss her.

Ivana’s eyes widened. She pushed against his chest, but it was as solid as a rock, unyielding, forcing her to endure his forceful dominance.

When Ivana was nearly suffocating, Leon left her lips. Watching her moist and swollen lips, his dark eyes dimmed, and his voice was hoarse, "I’m a man. I understand how filthy men can be better than you, so next time, don’t let me see you dressed like this."

Breathless, Ivana’s delicate face turned as red as a tomato. Looking at the domineering Leon, she was speechless. Who was she to him that he would care what she wore?

"President Kane, I have nothing to do with you. Please respect yourself." Ivana pushed his arm away, intending to leave.

She hadn’t gone two steps before Leon pulled her back, pressing her tightly against the car door. His firm chest squeezed her soft body, his handsome face very cold, "You’re the mother of my son. Do you think there’s no connection between us? If you’ve forgotten, maybe I should let you experience once again the passion we shared in bed six years ago."