The CEO's Billion Dollar Bride-Chapter 25 - Always one step behind
Chapter 25: Always one step behind
Chapter 25: Always one step behind
“If Mr. Gordon can’t handle this as a boyfriend, then I, as a senior, have to step in!”
Mario Jensen stared intently at Ivy Aretha, but his words were directed at Michael Gordon.
Girlfriend? Senior? Hearing these words, Andrew Larson was so frightened that his legs went weak. So, this beautiful and ethereal woman was Michael Gordon’s girlfriend and Mario Jensen’s junior?!
Just with Michael Gordon alone, he could be crushed easily. Now, another one was joining in to kick him when he was down. His hard-earned career was not only in jeopardy, but he probably couldn’t even keep his job.
Michael Gordon’s handsome brows furrowed repeatedly, his gaze shifting from Ivy Aretha’s face to Mario Jensen’s, and finally to Andrew Larson. He spoke lazily with a chilling tone, “There isn’t anyone in Andras City I, Michael Gordon, can’t handle. Young Master Jensen, don’t meddle in other people’s affairs, don’t forget you brought a woman with you tonight!”
“Mr. Gordon, please spare me. I really didn’t know that she was yours. If I knew she was yours, not even with ten times the courage, I wouldn’t dare to touch her!”
“Spare you?” Michael Gordon chewed on these two words. “Am I, Michael Gordon, someone who casually takes lives?”
“No, no!”
How could Andrew Larson dare to say yes? If he dared, maybe this man would really take his life. He knew Young Master Gordon of the Gordon family wasn’t someone who merely walked the righteous path.
“I thought so!”
Seeing this, a wicked, ferocious smirk flashed across Michael Gordon’s lips. He then pulled out his phone and dialed a number: “Come help me deal with someone, just don’t kill them!”
Michael Gordon’s words were simple and clear. After he finished speaking, he hung up.
After hanging up, Michael Gordon looked down at Ivy’s injured foot, his brows furrowing. He looked at her and asked, “Can you walk?”
“I should be able to!”
Ivy spoke the truth. Her injured foot ached, even lifting her foot hurt. As for whether she could walk or not, she was unsure, but she thought she should be able to.
“Should?”
Michael Gordon raised an eyebrow at her, frowning even more intensely.
Ivy nodded, subconsciously lifting her foot to take a step. However, before she could step forward, her body felt lighter, and the ground vanished beneath her feet. Michael Gordon effortlessly lifted her up and she fell into his broad embrace.
“Next time you come across a pervert like this, just be more straightforward. What’s the point of slapping them with a backhand!” Michael Gordon glanced down and spoke unhappily, “Why don’t you use the same move you used on me last time?”
She had been so accurate when kicking him last time, but when it came to others, she lost her edge?
Ivy: “…” Why hold a grudge like that, bringing it up to ridicule her from time to time?
As Michael, holding Ivy, walked past Mario Jensen, he looked at him and laughed provocatively: “Young Master Jensen, are you staying to witness how my men handle this societal trash?”
“No need!”
Mario Jensen coldly replied with two words. Hearing his phone call, Mario knew how this man would deal with that lustful director. Such simple instructions could only mean one thing.
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He didn’t say anything, but Mario Jensen also knew that the relationship between Ivy and Michael…
Believing that these two were lovers was something that would never happen, even in his next life. Michael having a girlfriend was already an impossibility, let alone that girlfriend being Ivy Aretha.
There was a vast difference between the two’s worlds. He understood Michael, but he understood Ivy even more.
“Senior, we…we should leave first!”
Ivy, feeling a little awkward in Michael’s embrace, greeted him then bade farewell.
“Alright, you go first. I’ll look for you when I’m free!”
As he spoke, Mario Jensen directly shoved his business card into Ivy’s hand. “Here’s my card; my number hasn’t changed, and nothing else has changed either!”
So he was still the same him from back then, deeply and unswervingly in love with her.
Ivy felt a sudden heaviness in her heart, somewhat afraid to look into his eyes. How could she not understand Mario Jensen’s words? Back then, Mario Jensen had pursued her like crazy.
At that time, she was already spoken for. If she hadn’t been, her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t have been that scoundrel Zach Gilbert but…
“Alright, I understand!”
After a moment, Ivy nodded and said goodbye, allowing Michael to carry her through the crowd.
“Mr. Gordon, what’s your relationship with this lady?”
Michael Gordon was always the center of attention, the media’s darling. Seeing him holding a woman, boldly weaving through the hotel, the reporters, who had just exited the bathroom, waited by the door. Their eyes lit up, and some fearless reporters were eager to jump in, with one bravely speaking up first.
This was explosive news!
Young Master Gordon had always been at the top of the gossip chains, always surrounded by women. No one knew what went on behind closed doors, but in front of the media, the most they ever saw was hand-holding, never even a hug around the waist.
As a result, outsiders believed that if one wanted to climb on Young Master Gordon, one had to get on his good side. Gaining some favor by flirting in front of the media was impossible.
In other people’s eyes, Michael Gordon was both flirtatious and heartless. He had many women, but none had ever seen him treat one with special gentleness, let alone with affection.
But the woman he held now was the first.
Just when the reporters thought he wouldn’t answer, Michael’s gaze swept across them, and he replied haughtily, “What else could she be? She’s just Companion No. 1!”
Companion No. 1? The moment these words left Michael’s mouth, it sounded like thunder on a flat ground. The scene immediately turned chaotic, and all eyes were on the woman in his arms.
Did Companion No. 1 mean she was the most important among all the women he had been with?
Now that he was willing to admit this to the media, it meant that Young Master Gordon allowed this news to be reported, right?
Once this thought emerged, everyone pointed their cameras in the direction of Ivy…
Crud, Ivy didn’t want to get involved with Michael Gordon yet. Getting involved with a person like him would eventually lead the media to dig her up, and eventually, her precious daughter would be exposed.
Thinking this, Ivy subconsciously buried her head harder into Michael Gordon’s chest…
It was as if Michael could sense her unease; he glanced down at the little head nestled snugly against his chest and chuckled lightly before raising his eyes to coldly sweep the cameras aimed at Ivy.
“You can try taking a picture of her!” A cold and domineering declaration emanated from Michael’s lips. “If you want your companies to see tomorrow’s sun, go ahead and take pictures!”
After throwing down these words, Michael carried Ivy and strode away, leaving the crowd to watch them depart. The scene immediately became chaotic, with everyone lamenting the missed scoop. They couldn’t report such valuable news. Money, money!
