Ivana Monroe looked at Tonia, feeling a pang in her heart, and gently said to her, "Let’s eat, don’t argue with someone pretending to be asleep because she lives in her own self-righteous world."
Tonia was still young and didn’t quite understand Ivana’s words, but she obediently nodded and continued eating.
"Hmph, who’s being self-righteous?"
The mother’s child forcibly argued, seeing Ivana ignore her, she didn’t bother Ivana either, knowing well that this little girl wasn’t Ivana’s daughter, but a flower-selling little beggar.
Only someone with a screw loose would bring a little beggar to a pizza place, haven’t they seen how dirty that little girl’s clothes are? Disgusting.
After Tonia finished eating, the man outside glared at her fiercely, as if annoyed by her slow eating and then motioned her to take the money from the table.
Tonia was startled: "Auntie, I’m full, this money... Auntie promised to give it to Tonia."
The little girl’s eyes were fixed on the money on the table, looking a bit uneasy.
"Mm, I promised you, take it all!"
The little girl reached out, grabbed the money, and clutched it to her chest as if it were her lifeline.
"Auntie, I’m leaving."
The little girl stood up, reluctantly looking at Ivana Monroe, regretting that she wasn’t Ivana’s child, unable to stay by her side. She bit her lips greasy from eating, thinking about how the child earlier had their mother to protect them. She felt like a little dog listening to its "master," having to earn money for the "master" every day, and she’d get beaten if she didn’t meet the set "targets." The little girl felt extremely miserable.
"What’s wrong? Tonia, are you missing Mommy? Auntie can help you!"
A little girl is just a little girl, an adult gives her some warmth, and she’d be very moved. Ivana Monroe took this opportunity to pull the little girl into her embrace, not caring at all about her dirty clothes.
Tonia shook her head, burying her small face in Ivana’s bosom and started crying, but didn’t make a sound. Get full chapters from novel-fire.ɴet
Only when the little girl’s shoulders trembled did Ivana realize she was crying.
Ivana tightly held the little girl, her heart aching: "Don’t cry, Tonia. If you have any trouble, you can tell Auntie, and let Auntie help you, okay?"
The man outside saw this and his face grew sullen. This damned little girl, what’s she trying to do? Win that woman’s sympathy? So she can save her?
We’ll see how to deal with her later.
The man took out his phone and dialed a number: "Roger, get Don and Joan to come over."
Ivana wiped the tears off Tonia’s face, holding the little girl’s hand as they walked out, with Tonia refusing to say a word, but neither did she resist. She planned to take Tonia out of there first and then call the police.
As soon as they left the pizza place, a woman wearing a floral jacket ran over, reaching to snatch Tonia while shouting loudly: "Hey~ What are you doing holding my daughter? Where are you taking her? Let go of my daughter, you human trafficker."
Ivana immediately realized this woman was the accomplice of the man outside earlier.
She held Tonia’s small hand tightly: "You’re the human trafficker, let go of Tonia, or I’ll call the police."
Three burly men, forming a triangular surround around Ivana, two of them grabbed her arms, while another choked her neck.
"Damn it, kidnapping my sister-in-law’s kid? Are you tired of living?"
The man choking Ivana’s neck didn’t apply too much force, his eyes viciously warning her, but he had no real intention to harm Ivana; he only wanted to take Tonia away.
Because, truly harming this woman would cause a lot of trouble if things went wrong.
Ivana stared straight into the man’s fierce eyes.
The man was a little surprised, if it were the average woman, getting choked while seeing his fierce expression, they’d be shaking in their boots, but why is this woman...
Before he could figure it out.
Ivana released Tonia.
As Joan grabbed Tonia, the men on Ivana’s left and right screamed like pigs being slaughtered.
Their toes had been ruthlessly stepped on by Ivana, distorting their faces in pain, and they had to release Ivana.
Ivana used her phone as a weapon, smashing it hard against the man’s temple who was choking her.
The man felt intense pain, with bright red liquid dripping beneath his earlobe. He felt a sudden dizziness as his head became incredibly heavy, and though he exerted effort to stand straight, his legs wouldn’t obey.
"You... you... dare hit me?"
The man was furious, pointing aimlessly while making angry noises from his mouth.
Ivana gave the man a kick: "You dared choke me, why wouldn’t I dare hit you?"
It must be said, the phone Leon Keane bought her was of excellent quality, with a metal shell that caused the opponent’s head to bleed but remained unscathed.
"Husband." Joan, pulling Tonia to escape, halted at the scream, seeing Roger’s head bleeding, she was terrified, instinctively blurting out words that broke her cover.
"We need to get out of here!"
Another two men who’d had their feet stomped straightened up, rolling their sleeves, ready to beat Ivana.
"Beat her up, that damned woman." Joan was heartbroken and filled with hatred towards Ivana.
"Auntie." Tonia was extremely frightened, with tears in her eyes.
Joan glared menacingly at Tonia, pinching her small ear and giving it a cruel twist, cursing: "You ungrateful little brat, can’t you see your father and uncles are getting beaten?"
"It hurts, it hurts."
Tonia screamed in pain.
Joan whispered: "Damn child, if it weren’t for the crowd here, I’d twist your ear off."
Tonia cried bitterly from the pain.
Seeing Joan torture Tonia, Ivana’s face turned cold. The two men in front blocked her path, so she clenched her phone and fiercely swung it towards one of them.
The man was startled, catching Ivana’s hand, about to slap her.
Suddenly, a tall figure loomed from behind, clutching the man’s hand.
With a forceful squeeze.
"Ah~" The man let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Ivana was stunned for a moment, looking at the handsome man who had a face like a god of death.
Leon Keane... how did he get here?
Leon Keane was full of rage, breaking the man’s hand, while the man next to him shouted "Let go of my brother" and swung his fist at Leon Keane.
Ivana called out in concern.
Even knowing that man likely couldn’t hurt Leon Keane, she was still worried.
Leon Keane slightly tilted his head, and the man’s fist slammed right into the face of the man whose hand was broken.
"Huh? Brother Don, I... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to."
The man called Don had his nose bashed crooked, with two streams of bright red blood flowing down. He cried tears of pain, his lips trembling as he tried to speak but couldn’t.
Subsequently, without Leon Keane lifting a finger, his bodyguards in black suits came over, knocking the two men to the ground, subduing them beneath their feet.
"Are you tired of living? How dare you lay a hand on our young lady?"
"President Kane, how should we deal with these scumbags?"