CHAPTER 34: CHAPTER 34: YOU DON’T WANT ME TO PAY ANYMORE?

Ivana Monroe glanced coldly at the reporter. The camera she smashed was worth only thirty to forty thousand yuan when it came out six years ago. Electronic products depreciate quickly; now it would cost just over twenty thousand at most.

Did he take her for a fool?

However, regardless of how low the camera’s price was, she had no intention of compensating him.

"Smash someone’s expensive belongings and then just want to leave? How shameless."

"Yes, she must compensate him."

"I feel that fifty thousand yuan is too little. Don’t forget, she just wanted to assault this young man, a decent young man who was almost defiled by her. At the very least, she should compensate an additional ten thousand yuan for emotional distress."

Onlookers sided with the reporter, mocking Ivana Monroe.

The reporter, eyes glinting with cunning, said greedily, "Right, you also touched my balls just now, you must compensate me another ten thousand, making it sixty thousand in total. Transfer it to me via WeChat now, or you won’t be leaving today."

The reporter’s voice was loud, and his words completely shattered Ivana Monroe’s world view.

The onlookers were also stunned, looking at Ivana in disbelief.

A few of the men glanced at Ivana’s seductive chest and then at her beautiful face, swallowing discreetly; she seemed so eager, they thought they might get to play with her for free tonight.

They decided to help the reporter press Ivana to add them on WeChat to pay, planning to buy her contact from the reporter.

Ivana looked coldly at the reporter and suddenly smiled. Her smile was cold yet incredibly beautiful, causing the reporter to be momentarily dumbfounded, thinking she had compromised and was willing to pay him sixty thousand.

The reporter took out his phone, unable to conceal his excitement. He had less than five hundred yuan left in his pocket, so sixty thousand yuan was like a windfall, enough for him to live large for a while.

Ivana’s gaze swept past the reporter, looking up at the surveillance camera on the pole facing her and the reporter. "Call the police! I believe they will be fair."

The reporter followed Ivana’s gaze and saw the camera. He panicked instantly but regained confidence when he thought of his smashed camera. "Fine! Do you think I don’t dare to call the police? You’re the one who smashed my camera; let’s see if the police will help you."

The reporter unlocked his phone to dial 110.

Ivana withdrew her gaze and looked at the hotel in the distance, squinting slightly: "I smashed your camera, but even if it goes to the police station, that second-hand camera of yours is worth just over ten thousand now. And you, snapping secret photos of me, accusing me of groping you, and trying to extort ten thousand from me. According to Article 274 of the Criminal Law, extortion involving a large amount, more than ten thousand, qualifies for a criminal case and can be sentenced to up to three years."

The reporter was scared stiff, his expression full of panic: "You... you can’t scare me, you didn’t pay me, what evidence do you have to prove I was extorting you for ten thousand?"

Ivana swept her gaze over the crowd, seeing them all step back; some even turned and walked away, not wanting to get involved. She smirked, "Don’t leave! You’re all witnesses, come with me to testify!"

As soon as Ivana said this, those reluctant to leave and wanting to keep watching all turned and ran.

"It’s fine even if they leave, the surveillance will be my witness... sigh, you’re leaving too? You don’t want me to compensate you anymore..."

Ivana watched the reporter scurry away like a drowned rat, then picked up the high heels from the ground and slipped them onto her white, slender feet; these high heels were perfect for smashing someone.

After running for a few minutes, the reporter bumped into Katherine.

Following behind Katherine were about thirty netizens from all over. She had told them yesterday to get there early today and not to be late, but most of these unreliable people were delayed either by traffic or personal matters. She wanted to lead the initial group of ten to beat up Ivana, but the other twenty-odd people disagreed, insisting she wait, unconcerned about the delay.

Katherine was furious to the point of almost vomiting blood but couldn’t afford to lose her temper with this group of idiots as she still needed to use them against Ivana.

Seeing the reporter, Katherine’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Noah, you got here before us, how’s it going? Where’s that bitch Ivana? Take us to her."

"We’ve agreed to strip her, then beat her up. When you post the photos online, make sure you blur out the netizens’ faces, leaving only Ivana’s beaten slutty face visible."

Katherine was babbling excitedly when she noticed Noah’s expression change, looking odd.

Who knew.

Reporter Noah suddenly grabbed her by the neck, "You damn bimbo, you got my camera smashed by Ivana. I’ve lost my livelihood, you’ll have to compensate me."

Katherine was nearly choked, her face turning liver-red, while the onlooking netizens quickly rushed to separate them.

The choking left a red mark around Katherine’s neck, and her eyes turned red with tears streaming out: "Are you crazy? Trying to choke me to death? It was Ivana who smashed your camera, what does that have to do with me? Why don’t you go choke Ivana and make her compensate you?"

If he could make Ivana compensate him, would he be here trying to choke her?

Noah couldn’t handle Ivana, so he clearly needed a scapegoat to compensate for his camera.

"You’re the one who told me to snap photos of Ivana. Now that the camera’s gone, of course I’ll make you pay." Noah changed his tune shamelessly: "Katherine, you’d better transfer twenty-eight thousand to me on WeChat right away, or I’ll reveal that you sold Ivana’s personal information to..."

Before Noah could finish, Katherine glared at him fiercely and shouted, "Shut it, I’ll pay you, you heartless jerk."

Noah was indifferent; in his line of work, he had long since fed his conscience to the dogs—money was the only real talk.

Katherine’s fingers trembled as she transferred twenty-eight thousand to Noah, her heart feeling as though chunks of flesh were being gouged out, the pain suffocating. It was money she had just withdrawn from stocks, losing five thousand, and now the remainder was extorted by Noah.

Watching Noah receive the money and whistle happily, Katherine’s eyes reddened, and she felt an urge to slap Noah across the face.

As Noah left, he kindly advised Katherine, "You’d better go back! Don’t look for trouble with Ivana; that woman’s not to be messed with."

Katherine’s eyes turned cold and venomous, "You’re such a loser; just because you couldn’t handle it doesn’t mean we’re like you."

Noah, insulted as a loser, retorted with a sneer, "You? Think you can deal with Ivana? You can’t even handle me, what makes you think you can take her on?"

"Katherine, I’m not mocking you, but Ivana is way smarter than you. If you go against her, you won’t even know how you died."

The old mansion on Half Mountain Bay.

Leon Keane parked the car and hurriedly strode into the grand entrance of the mansion, his steps like the wind as he headed towards the spiral marble staircase.

Auntie Chamberlain stood outside the utility room, her eyes red. When she saw Leon arriving, tears uncontrollably streamed down her face, "Young Master, you’ve finally come back. Little Master is inside, and no matter how we try to persuade him, he won’t open the door."