CHAPTER 522: CHAPTER 522: A NEW DISCOVERY

"Okay, but I have one condition."

"What condition?"

"I’ll bring Ivy home, and by then you can’t drive her away."

It’s Ivy Linden again.

The vixen got divorced and still hasn’t let go of her son, and Samuel’s mother cursed Ivy Linden several times in her heart.

"As long as you take care of Wendy’s emotions and let her give birth to my grandchild safely, I won’t interfere with your business with Ivy Linden."

"Mom, are you serious?"

"You silly child, if I’m not telling you the truth, would I tell you lies? Actually, I’ve come to realize that in ancient times men had multiple wives, and now only being able to marry one wife is too harsh. Since you like Ivy Linden, then keep her around."

"As long as she behaves and doesn’t act crazy and harm Wendy, I’ll permit her to be your concubine in the future."

Even though Samuel’s mother said this, she didn’t think so in her heart.

Because Ivy Linden almost caused her grandchild to be lost, Samuel’s mother harbored deep hatred toward Ivy Linden. How could she ever accept Ivy Linden again?

Let alone being a concubine to her son, she wasn’t even fit to carry his shoes.

A concubine?

Samuel instinctively rejected the idea, but when he remembered Ivy Linden’s betrayal, thoughts of revenge arose in him.

"Fine, I’ll keep her in check, so she won’t hurt Wendy Quinn and the child in her womb."

Considering how Ivy Linden is now, she doesn’t even have the chance to go out and harm Wendy Quinn.

He hung up the phone.

Samuel approached Ivy Linden: "Did you hear that? From now on, you’re my concubine. Wendy Quinn is my wife."

Ivy Linden’s gaze was vacant. She hadn’t slept all night, and she had lost so much blood from biting her tongue. Her body was already exhausted and on the verge of passing out. Who Samuel married as a wife no longer affected her.

She couldn’t be his concubine either.

"Did you hear me, my concubine?"

Ivy Linden’s unresponsiveness reignited Samuel’s anger, and he lowered his head, staring menacingly at her paper-white face.

Ivy Linden’s eyes gradually focused, and her bloodied lips moved. Suddenly, she spat a mouthful of blood at Samuel, covering his face.

"Hahaha..."

Ivy Linden watched as Samuel disgustedly wiped his face. She laughed. The pain from her bitten tongue tugged at every nerve, causing cold sweat to pour, but she didn’t stop laughing. The more it hurt, the more she remembered how ugly Samuel was now.

"Bitch, are you crazy?"

Samuel angrily raised his hand, wanting to give Ivy Linden a hard slap. But when he looked at her bloody mouth, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"Next time, I’ll smash your mouth."

With ruthless words left behind, Samuel turned and went to the bathroom.

Ivy Linden’s smile vanished, and she closed her eyes, allowing the scorching tears to slide down her cheeks continuously.

Meeting Samuel Lockwood.

She thought she had met her soulmate in this life, but she didn’t realize she had encountered a demon.

Ravenswood.

"Boss, we checked everywhere, and Samuel didn’t return to Ravenswood." The man in a black suit trembled. He had never seen his boss look so upset before.

"Useless."

Howard Yeats picked up something from the table and threw it at the man in the black suit,

The man didn’t dare dodge, and instantly, his nose started to bleed profusely.

"Get out."

"Yes, boss."

The man hurriedly ran out and only dared to pinch his bleeding nose once he was outside.

Howard Yeats’s dark eyes fell on another man in a suit.

The man’s face turned pale, and he shook even harder: "Re-reporting to boss... I checked the areas around the direction where Samuel left in his car, but there’s nothing... no discovery."

After speaking, the man’s forehead was already drenched with sweat.

As expected, something flew at his face.

"Useless," Howard Yeats said angrily. "Get out."

"Yes, boss."

The man quickly scurried out, and only when outside did he dare hold his bleeding forehead.

There were a few more people in Howard Yeats’s office, huddled over their computers, not daring to make a sound.

"Keep searching. Continue the search. If you can’t find Samuel’s whereabouts by tonight, none of you gets to sleep."

"Damn it, everyone claimed to be top hackers, yet you couldn’t find a person. If you can’t find him, just die here."

The group was on the verge of tears. They stood up bragging about their hacking skills to get Howard Yeats’s approval, but they didn’t expect the corner where Samuel’s car turned to be a blind spot for surveillance—and a large blind spot at that—it was extremely difficult.

Boo hoo hoo... They really dug a pit for themselves.

After venting, Howard Yeats irritably scratched his head: "Ivy, where are you exactly?"

Did that bastard Samuel Lockwood bully you? Are you terribly helpless and afraid right now?

Ivy, wait for me. Wait for me to find Samuel Lockwood. I swear I’ll skin that bastard.

"Boss, boss, new discovery. It seems like we found Samuel Lockwood."

One of the men suddenly shouted excitedly.

Howard Yeats’s expression tightened. A few big strides, and he was there, frowning: "What do you mean ’seems’? I need a definite answer."

The man trembled, unable to hold the mouse steady, so he had to point his finger at the computer screen: "Boss, look, aren’t these two Samuel Lockwood and Ms. Linden?"

The video showed two people getting out of a car, a man and a woman. In the dim light, it was faintly visible that the woman’s hands and feet were tied, and the man was carrying her, taking the disheveled woman back to a villa.

Howard Yeats’s pupils contracted. Even though he didn’t see Ivy Linden’s face, he recognized her at once—this woman was Ivy.

The clothes Samuel Lockwood was wearing were also the same as he wore during the day.

"What’s the address?"

Howard Yeats asked coldly.

"I... I don’t know yet."

A cold flash of a gaze from Howard Yeats,

The man was so frightened he almost knelt down, begging for mercy.

"You couldn’t find the address, where did you get this video?"

"It... it was... sent by a mysterious hacker." Boo hoo hoo, the boss was terrifying like this.

"Contact that hacker immediately,"

Howard Yeats shouted at him.

He had to admit, the "hackers" around him were useless, none of them competent.

At critical moments, it was the anonymous hacker who was crucial—that was a true hacker.

Howard Yeats decided that after rescuing Ivy, he would spare no expense to hire this skilled hacker who provided the video.

The man was about to cry: "Boss, the other person is too skilled and mysterious, I can’t contact them."

Howard Yeats’s lips twitched, tempted to hit him.

The man dared not meet Howard Yeats’s eyes, filled with extreme fear. Just as he was about to despair, an address suddenly popped up: Westmere, outskirts, Longting Waterfront Villa No. 9.

At this moment.

In the VIP hospital room, Ian Keane closed the laptop and met Ivana Monroe’s questioning gaze. He felt a bit nervous.

He did this not to help Nicole rescue her mommy, but to quickly send Nicole away.

Mommy was already exhausted taking care of daddy, and he didn’t want her to have another burden.