Michelle Monroe was on the other end of the phone, almost furious enough to explode; that bitch Ivana had just ssed up her and Zachary’s wedding at The Sovereign, causing both families to have to rebook the hotel, not to ntion the embarrassnt they faced in front of all their relatives.
Is that bitch still not satisfied? She’s coming to ss with her company now?
Dream on!
Michelle’s face was grim as she said, "I won’t let Ivana get her way. She’s been gone for six years, leaving the ss at GK for to clean up. For six years now, how much have I sacrificed for GK? I’m an actress by profession, knowing nothing about fashion design, yet I forced myself to learn about fashion design and manage the company. Was that easy for ? Now she cos back and wants to reap the benefits? It’s absolutely impossible."
"President Monroe, over these years, I’ve seen your struggles and contributions to the company, felt them deep in my heart. President Monroe, rest assured, I’ll always be on your side, weathering storms together, against Ivana."
Michelle needed this assurance from Katherine. She said to Katherine, "Since she’s gone to the company, I can’t just kick her out; that would make look too heartless. Katherine, I rember you called yesterday, ntioning there was a problem with Mrs. Vance’s dress?"
"Yes, the dress was designed by a new designer who made a very basic error—the material chosen had issues, causing the waist of Mrs. Vance’s dress to keep riding up during the banquet, embarrassing her greatly. Now, Mrs. Vance is furious and demands the designer to apologize in person."
Katherine’s eyes sparkled, "President Monroe, I understand your aning. You want Ivana to go apologize to Mrs. Vance, right?"
This was what Michelle liked most about Katherine; she could always speak right to her heart. Michelle sneered, "Yes, I want her to know the difficulty and back off. Rember, it’s not just Mrs. Vance’s issue; any ss that appears in the company in the future should all be handed over to Ivana to handle."
After a pause, Michelle said maliciously, "Even if there’s no ss, create so for , the more difficult to clean up, the better."
She didn’t care at all about GK’s future reputation. This was the company founded by that bitch’s filthy mother, but now that it’s in her hands, trying to take it back? She’d rather destroy it than give it to Ivana.
Timmy Monroe was at ho playing with toys, when he heard the doorbell ring.
He dropped the toy in his hand and ran happily to open the door, "Mommy, you’re back?"
Timmy stood on tiptoe, using his little hand to turn the door handle with effort, opening the door to see a pair of straight legs clad in black trousers.
Timmy’s young heart felt a little disappointed. He lifted his innocent little face to see a man’s handso face, just like his own.
Timmy’s little face lit up with a smile, his eyes bent into crescents as he said, "Uncle, is it you? How did you know Mommy and I live here?"
Leon Keane lowered his dark gaze, noticing Timmy’s face was identical to his son’s. The difference was that Ian, with his childish face, never showed as pure and adorable a smile as Timmy did.
This was the expression a six-year-old should have. Yet Ian was different from all the other kids. Leon suddenly felt defeated; similar children, Ivana raised Timmy like a little angel, whereas Ian...
Leon smiled warmly at Timmy, squatting down to look into the child’s clear eyes, "I’m your dad, of course I know you and Mommy live here; otherwise, I’d be a very unfit dad."
Leon reached out to hug him, but Timmy’s small body stepped back a little.
"Uncle, you haven’t caught my mommy yet, so you’re not my dad! If soone else beats you to it and wins my mommy over, they’ll be my dad!"
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