CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71: THE BOOKED FAMILY SUITE, DAMIEN LANCASTER DISCOVERS THE CHILDREN

"Grandpa."

Ivy Summers tensed up all over, stopping Old Master Lancaster, "Grandpa, it’s so late, you should go back and rest."

Old Master Lancaster was suspicious, "Is there someone in your car? I thought I saw something flash and duck down just now."

"Grandpa, you must be seeing things. How could there be someone in my car? Grandpa, I have things to do, I should go now, you should also head home."

Ivy Summers opened the front car door, and Noah Scott was sending her off, taking the driver’s seat.

"Ivy, wait a moment."

The old master walked up, and a chill ran down Ivy Summers’ spine, breaking into a cold sweat.

Because as soon as she opened the car door, Nathan and Leo were in the back seat, if the old master glanced sideways, he would see them.

Ivy Summers forced herself to remain calm and turned around.

"Grandpa, do you need something else?"

"I’ve heard about recent events; Damien was wrong, and I’m apologizing on his behalf."

"Grandpa, there’s plenty he did wrong to me, you can’t apologize for him every time." Ivy Summers gave a bitter smile.

"Grandpa, please go back and rest well, I’m leaving now."

After speaking with the old master, Ivy Summers got into the car, and Noah Scott started the car, making a beautiful turn and leaving.

The old master sighed, "The person beside Ivy looks familiar."

The old housekeeper asked, "Master, do you recognize him?"

The old master thought hard but couldn’t recall.

...

Ivy Summers patted her chest, feeling a sense of having survived a disaster, then turned to look at Nathan and Leo.

Nathan and Leo were leaning on the back of the front seats, "Mommy, tell us what happened in there."

Ivy Summers knew they were curious and gave a simple explanation.

Leo exaggeratedly exclaimed "Wow," clapping his hands, "Uncle Scott is awesome."

Noah Scott smirked, "Compared to Damien Lancaster?"

"Uncle Scott is much better than Dog Dad."

Noah Scott appreciated such compliments, and Ivy Summers noticed his pleased smile.

Back at the hotel.

Noah Scott glanced at the hotel while sitting in the car, "Are you planning to stay here for a while?"

"Yeah, there’s broken glass all over the house downstairs, it’s unsafe."

"I can find you an apartment."

"No need, I’ll call someone to clean up and replace the glass, then we can go back. We should go, you should head back early, and be careful on the road."

Ivy Summers got out of the car with Nathan and Leo.

Back in the room, Ivy Summers had booked a family suite, with rooms and a small living room outside. She sent the two little ones to bathe and sleep, while she tidied up the things she had brought.

After a day of troubles, Ivy Summers felt utterly exhausted.

Nathan and Leo sensibly bathed and lay down to sleep, while Ivy Summers went to shower.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

"Mommy, someone’s here."

Wearing a robe and drying her hair, Ivy Summers walked out of the bathroom, frowning suspiciously, "Who could it be at this hour?"

She hadn’t told anyone the room she was staying in, not even Noah Scott.

Why would someone come?

Even if it were room service, it wouldn’t be at this hour.

Ivy Summers glanced at the two little ones and cautiously said, "Stay in the room, don’t come out."

"Mommy, is it dangerous?"

The night’s attack had left them with psychological shadows.

"It shouldn’t be."

It’s a high-end hotel, with security and surveillance, who would dare make a move here.

Besides, after Noah Scott taught them a lesson, they wouldn’t dare in the short term.

Ivy Summers placed the towel aside, closed the door to the room, and walked toward the outer door. She cautiously stood by it and asked, "Who is it?"

"It’s me."

It was Damien Lancaster’s deep voice.

Ivy Summers’ heart skipped a beat.

Shouldn’t he be with Rachel Shaw at the hospital now?

How did he know she was at the hotel, and even the exact room number, and come here?

Ivy Summers thought of Nathan and Leo inside, her heart raced, and she dared not make a sound again.

But she had already made a sound, letting Damien Lancaster confirm she was there.

"Open the door."

Ivy Summers didn’t respond.

"Ivy Summers, I know you’re in there. If I could find out you’re here, I can find a way in. Do you think you can hide?"

Nathan and Leo heard the noise and came out but didn’t make any sound.

Ivy Summers immediately gestured for them to go back into the room and not come out.

The two little ones quickly realized something and returned to the room, closing the door.

Ivy Summers knew a single door couldn’t stop President Lancaster.

If he really wanted to come in, he could call someone to remove the door.

Ivy Summers let out a small breath, opened the door, and prepared to go out to explain to him.

"What are you trying to do?"

As soon as she spoke, the man grabbed her hand with one hand and pushed against the door with the other, forcefully pulling her into the room.

Ivy Summers was startled, pinned against the wall by his strong body, with a strong smell of alcohol hitting her.

Damien Lancaster had been drinking.

Ivy Summers frowned, looking up, Damien Lancaster had taken off his suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt, with the collar unbuttoned, giving a more casual, languid appearance than his usual formal look.

He held her slender wrist easily, pressing against the wall with her attempt to push him away.

Ivy Summers was only wearing a bathrobe, exuding the scent of shower gel. Her hair was wet, draped casually over her shoulders, water droplets running down her fair neck, making her entire being exude sensuality and allure.

And this position was incredibly dangerous for her.

Ivy Summers’ heart pounded, angrily glaring at Damien Lancaster, "What’s wrong with you now? Let me go."

"Ivy Summers, you’ve really outdone yourself."

Ivy Summers struggled hard but was no match for the man’s strength.

Finally, her wrist was gripped tightly, causing pain, and she couldn’t escape his grip.

"What do you want? Damien Lancaster, get out!" Ivy Summers looked at him, furious.

"Don’t you have anything to explain about today’s incidents?"

"Explain your ass, let me go." Ivy Summers, unable to break free, lifted her leg to attack his most vulnerable spot.

But he saw through her and blocked it.

"What are you trying to do? Really don’t want to continue living?"

"Who wants to live with you? I already said it: divorce, divorce, divorce." Ivy Summers was both furious and annoyed, struggling, and her bathrobe, only tied by a belt, began to loosen, revealing her shoulder.

Ivy Summers tried to adjust it, but both hands were held by Damien Lancaster, causing her pretty face to flush with embarrassment.

Damien Lancaster’s eyes were deep and alcoholic, staring at her as if he wanted to consume her entirely.

"Alright, we’ll talk about this later, explain to me why you booked a family suite."

Ivy Summers’ heart skipped a beat, if not for her expression already filled with fearful anger, she would have shown a flaw.

Damien Lancaster’s gaze moved past her, toward the room’s inner door.

When his eyes returned, he said, "I forgot one thing, Ivy Summers, Sophie isn’t our child, and I can’t rule out the possibility that you have a child."

Apart from his voice, Ivy Summers could only hear her intense heartbeat in her ears.

At this moment, she couldn’t remain calm at all.

Damien Lancaster had been certain that Sophie was their daughter, focusing entirely on her, and once the test ruled it out, his suspicion shifted but never vanished.

It was deadly.

"I’ve said it a million times, I don’t have a child."

"Even if you say it a million more times, you’re still lying."

The more she denied, the more suspicious Damien Lancaster became.

Damien Lancaster released her hand, but not her, dragging her to stand at the room’s entrance, "Shall we go in now and see? Maybe we can find a child. Ivy Summers, do you dare?"