CHAPTER 495: CHAPTER 495: FOUND JACK QUINN

Before dinner.

Ivana Monroe and Leon Keane strolled along the field embankment, the sunset and evening glow were breathtakingly beautiful.

"It’s so beautiful here," Ivana sighed, thinking of her two little ones who were already out of school. She took out her phone, wanting to share the beautiful scenery with her two children.

"Mommy."

"Mommy."

The video call connected, and the two little heads huddled together, calling her almost at the same time.

"Ian, Timmy. Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet, we want to wait and eat with you." - Ian Keane.

"Mommy, is that a field behind you? Are you and Daddy not coming back tonight?" - Timmy Monroe.

"Yeah, your Daddy and I missed our flight, so we’ll only be back tomorrow. You two have to be good at home, and eat your dinner properly too," Ivana said, looking at Timmy first, then over to Ian’s small face.

She knew Timmy’s personality very well, no matter what she said, Timmy would obediently do as told.

Ian had a different temperament from Timmy. Honestly, leaving home, she would worry that Ian might not eat well.

"Mommy, don’t worry, Timmy and his brother will behave. Brother, isn’t that right?"

Timmy Monroe grinned, showing his cute little teeth, and turned to ask his brother Ian Keane beside him.

"Hmm."

Facing the gazes of Ivana and Timmy, Ian Keane blushed slightly and nodded.

Leon Keane’s handsome face appeared in Ivana’s video.

"Daddy," Timmy called out in surprise.

"Daddy," Ian’s voice was calmer, without any excitement. He followed Timmy’s cue.

"Hmm."

Leon nodded, having nothing much to say to the two children, he just appeared briefly and that was it.

Ivana raised the phone high, aiming the camera at the sky, the sunset beauty appeared in the phone’s video.

"Wow~ It’s beautiful!"

"Brother, look, the sunset is like a painting; I finally understand what it means."

"Mommy, my brother and I also want to come to play where you are."

Timmy Monroe was overjoyed, his clear eyes full of longing.

Ian Keane remained calm, the sunset scenery was not new to him, as his grandma’s yacht afforded him such views every dusk.

Seeing how much his brother enjoyed it.

Ian Keane said, "Yeah, Mommy, take us to play together!"

"Alright, next time I’ll bring you here to play."

Ivana Monroe chatted a bit more with the two kids when Auntie Chapman called them to dinner, and they hung up the call.

Leon Keane’s eyes gazed at the fields, muttering to himself, "It’s all mud here, what’s so fun about it? Two little brats coming to play in the mud?"

No way.

Once they’re back, he’ll persuade the kids to give up on such ideas. This place, after coming once, he never wants to come again.

"What mud?"

Ivana hung up the call and heard Leon muttering.

"Nothing."

Leon feigned innocence, turning his handsome face, looking at Ivana, saying, "It’s nice here, but there’s really nowhere for kids to play. I’m afraid Timmy and Ian would be very bored after seeing the sunset."

"Oh right! How didn’t I think of that?"

Leon’s eyes lit up, "Honey, then let’s take the kids to..."

"Tonight, let’s discuss with the village chief about choosing an empty spot in the village center to build a playground for the kids here!"

"..."

Leon felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth, like setting up a chair just to trip himself; he just didn’t want to come back again, but if Ivana plans to build a playground here, wouldn’t that mean coming back again?

"As long as you’re happy, I’ll let Derrick handle it."

"No need, Derrick already has to handle your stuff as well as Yiren Magazine. Don’t trouble him with the minor issue of a playground, I’ll take care of it!"

"Alright then! The expenses will be covered by the Kane Group."

"It’s... building a playground doesn’t cost much, GK isn’t as poor as you think."

When she was hospitalized, GK took a severe hit but has stabilized now, and the order volume is rising. Also, Jacobs called her, telling her that GK’s designers’ works are increasingly outstanding, and many clothing manufacturers are coming to them for design drafts.

Of course, Jacobs wasn’t foolish enough to sell the design drafts. Because Ivana had successfully launched GK’s first shot, he seized the opportunity to suggest cooperation to those seeking to purchase design drafts.

The idea was that they provide the design drafts, the other party would produce, and profits would be split fifty-fifty.

This model scared off some companies, but it also retained a small portion of genuinely cooperative companies, willing to sacrifice profits for a win-win situation with GK.

Ivana recalled how, before coming, GK’s finance had already credited her with a three hundred thousand profit, making her feel more confident.

"GK is my wife’s company, it certainly isn’t poor," Leon wrapped his arms around Ivana, "Honey, my point is we’re a couple, there’s no need to be so clear-cut. My money is your money, use it however you please. I earn money for you and the two kids, don’t I?"

Ivana was deeply touched; Leon was truly a good man.

But.....

"I know you mean well for me. However, I still want to rely on myself, I don’t want people to think I’m a trophy wife, relying on you to support me."

"Who dares to call you a trophy wife? No woman of Leon Keane’s is a trophy wife, if anyone dares say so, I’ll beat them for you."

What if it’s your mother?

Ivana didn’t voice this thought. She’s not afraid of what others say about her; those people don’t matter. But Leon’s mother will always be his mother; that cannot change.

Hasn’t she said enough hurtful things to her?

She only hopes that in the future, Leon’s mother will understand. Ivana Monroe didn’t marry into the Kane family because of Leon’s wealth; she could also do well in Ravenswood on her own.

~~

Ravenswood.

"Boss, we’ve found Jack Quinn."

"Bring his body back."

"Boss, Jack Quinn isn’t dead; he just broke a leg and damaged his brain, a fisherman saved him, and he’s become a live-in son-in-law."

Richie paused for a moment, then broke into loud laughter, "Became a live-in son-in-law to a fisherman? If old Mr. Quinn finds out, he’d die of anger, wouldn’t he? Hahaha...too interesting!"

Wind laughed along, animatedly saying, "Boss, there’s more fun coming."

Richie: "Speak."

Wind chuckled mysteriously, continuing, "Boss, you don’t know how fat and ugly that fisherman’s daughter is, like a big round mound, her face as chubby as a pig’s head. That’s why Jack Quinn’s broken leg isn’t healing, all because the fisherman’s daughter squashes him every night, hahaha...."

"Hahaha..."

"Hahaha..."

Richie and everyone broke into incessant laughter.

After a while.

Wind added, "Boss, there’s one more thing, I’m not sure if I should say it or not?"

Richie frowned, "You rascal itching for a beating? Speak."

Wind: "Well, Ivana Monroe and Leon Keane went to some remote place. The Quinn family grandson’s wife has sent assassins there, saying they’re planning to take action tonight to kill Ivana."