CHAPTER 453: IVY'S SECRET WORRY

Simon bent down to pick up the work ID and glanced at it.

Finn laughed with him, “Mr. Ace, don’t put it in your heart of what that person said just now.” Content © copyrighted by .

Simon patted off the dust on the work ID and smiled a little, “Mr. Meyer, then you’re wrong. If a company’s reputation is damaged, I don’t think I need to remind you what consequences will happen, do I? So, my friends from the media, Hoyle Group will hold a press conference to answer your questions one by one.”

A reporter asked, “When’s that?”

Simon kept his charming smile, “Soon, of course. The sooner, the better. If we’re slow, the rumors will be flying all over the sky. With your guys’ famous mouth, we really can’t afford to offend. The moment we’re not careful, we’ll have to die before your guns. As for the specific time, please leave your number at the front desk and you’ll all be notified.”

This trick really loosened the reporters’ circle. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Simon got into the car that had been waiting downstairs.

Finn stood by the car door and wanted to say something but hesitated, “Mr. Ace…”

Simon simply smiled and asked, “Is there anything else, Mr. Meyer?”

Finn waved his hands in a hurried, “No, no.”

“If there’s nothing, then I’ll go ahead first. Mr. Meyer, I wish you good luck.” Simon casted him a meaningful look, then ordered the driver to drive.

And Finn was baffled by his last sentence. What did it mean to wish him good luck?

After Finn’s car left, the reporters dispersed. Two people got off the car on the other side.

Annie exclaimed in the car, “It’s Big Beard, godfather.”

These two people were Dave and Ivy.

They both were people who liked to manipulate behind the scene. Ivy still owned 15% of the shares. Of course it wasn’t much compared with Alan’s overwhelming 70%, but it definitely had weight. He also didn’t attend the shareholders general meeting. Instead, he dispatched a lawyer, but he knew everything about the meeting.

Dave sighed, “I originally thought that Alan would come to town in person. Unexpectedly, he sent an assistant and two lawyers. He didn’t show up too. He’s not really explodes on the plane, right?”

“Do you think he dies that easy? What’s more, Kent Bai is beside him.” If Alan died so easily, he would have died ten times earlier. Then that would be a waste of his expectation of this man.

Dave also thought that Alan was a tough character. But where was he now?

“Then what do you think his next move is? Suddenly appear at the press conference?”

“When do you think he will schedule the press conference?” Ivy reminded him.

Dave turned his mind a few times and shouted, “Tonight’s banquet!”

In the name of Steward, Simon intended to invite Jiangcheng’s wealthy men and women to tonight’s banquet, and Finn Meyer was on the list.

Back to the car, Dave started the engine. The car’s air conditioner was still the most comfortable. The summer is getting hotter, but he hoped it could burn that old fellow Finn Meyer to death.

As the car drove away, Dave said, “If I am Finn Meyer, I wouldn’t appear at tonight’s banquet. Think about it, doesn’t he always claim that he is close with the Hoyle? Even if it’s an act, it should be ended already. Alan Hoyle is now dead and Mrs. Hoyle is in the hospital, not knowing she’s dead or alive. He still should have arranged the funeral for the Hoyle Family. How can he still have the thought to attend this nuisance banquet? This way, it can also give him a good feedback to outsiders who don’t know the inside story.”

Ivy smiled, “He’ll go.”

Dave came to realize and said, “Alan’s move is really cruel. In front of so many Jiangcheng people with status, he’ll make Finn Meyer bring shame and ruin upon himself. He wants to place that old fox to death with no possibility of turning over.”

Ivy chuckled sarcastically, “He could only blame himself.”

“I think we might have really wronged the Hoyle. If our fathers’ accounts were really done by that old Finn Meyer, I’ll skin him.” Dave’s face showed fierceness.

Old nine died unfathomably, right on the day before he was about to contact. Alan wouldn’t harm others and all evidences in his hands pointed to Finn Meyer.

“Dave, do you feel like we’ve wasted too much of our youth in order to find the murderer and for revenge?”

A sudden sigh from Ivy made Dave feel very uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong with you?” The truth was right in front of them. Why he felt like the person in front of him was being a little melancholy and sad?

Ivy laughed, “Nothing. It’s just that I suddenly feel old.”

“Tsk, you’re old?” Dave looked at him from top to bottom and angrily said, “Are you attacking me on purpose? With your look, a clean baby face with a quality of evil will still make fifteen or sixteen-year- old girls call you a flower boy when you’ve reached your 40. Don’t joke around with me.”

“No matter what, I’ve become a godfather for a six-year-old kid already.”

That small, soft body once loved to be in his arms the most. He remembered when she was still younger, she peed on his shoulders and wet his back.

When they were on the streets that time, they were always mistaken as a family. He even ever brought clothes for her. In a blink of an eye, her biological father had returned to her.

Dave saw his expression and shook his head, “You haven’t let go? She has a biological father who loves her already. You can only stand at the side as her godfather.”

Ivy didn’t respond to what he said and suddenly changed the subject, “What are your plans in the future?”

“What plans? A plan isn’t as good as a change. You know I’m a crude person and that kind of meticulous planning life doesn’t suits me. To put it bluntly, I’m a person with no ambitions. I used to have the weight of revenge on my shoulders. Once this matter is over, I think my current life is pretty good—teasing my woman every day, drinking with the lots of you, teaching a few students, having an apprentice, and being at ease,” Dave said somewhat contentedly.

A complicated life didn’t suit him. Like Alan Hoyle thinking about how to scheme against people all day would cause him death from exhaustion.

“Then live fighting for Xenia like this later,” Ivy smiled and patted him on the shoulder with a heartfelt feeling. He suddenly doubted himself. Was he right or wrong for pulling Dave in on this revenge together?

“Why do I feel like you’re being weird today?” Although Dave was a big roughneck, he could still sense some changes from being together with Ivy from morning to night.

“Am I?” Ivy seemed lost.

Dave smiled, “I think you’re envy some people.”

Ivy buckled his hands behind his head and leaned against the chair, “Maybe. Don’t you think she’s very happy now?”

When you loved someone, it wasn’t like you had to be together. It was actually quite satisfying to see her being happy from a distance. Alan Hoyle—he had gradually moved on from his hatred at the beginning. He had to admit that man’s personality charm.

Alan wasn’t necessarily ignorant towards some truth, but he was silent and didn’t incite one against the other. He once said that this hatred was a matter of the previous generation, but it was a wealth being able to meet for life and death brothers who would always help.

At first, he snorted at it, thinking that this man was just relying on Kent Bai, a powerful alliance, wishing to show off his strength. It wasn’t until later that he discovered the deep meaning of his words were pointing to him and Dave.

This person, Alan Hoyle, was enigmatic, but he was also a man of integrity.

Dave sighed, pulling him back from his flying thoughts.

“She’s happy, but what about you? Should it be the time already to find a woman for a new relationship? Don’t keep immersing in the past. People move forward, right? Look at me. Aren’t I a big roughneck before? But I’m troubled when I see a woman. I’ve really fallen into Xenia’s hole. So, we

have to pay attention to fate. You’re not Olive Steele’s and she isn’t your destiny too. Your hole is still waiting for you somewhere, so don’t let her continue living in your mother-in-law’s house too long.”

Ivy’s lips twitched from his teasing, “You’ve learnt how to joke since you’ve been with Xenia for a long time.”

“Ten years gap. That brat Xenia keeps complaining I’m older than her. I have to find some something to make me feel rejuvenated, right?” Dave giggled and touched the back of his head.

Ivy laughed too, but a flash of something difficult to understand passed his smile.

When Finn returned to his home, Mrs. Meyer immediately ordered her servant to bring in iced plum soup.

“I made it myself. Try how does it taste?”

Finn took a sip and nodded, “Not bad. It’s very cool.”

Mrs. Meyer was delighted to win her husband’s approval. It didn’t put her hard work in vain. Then she waved off her servant.

Her servant understood and immediately retreated. Then she asked, “How things are going?”

“Pretty well,” Finn answered, then looked around again. “Where’s Ophelia?”

Mrs. Meyer sighed and sat down next to Mr. Meyer. She said a little helplessly, “This child, after she knows about Alan’s accident, she won’t drink and eat. She locked herself in her room and is heartbroken.”

“What’s there to feel heartbroken? That person didn’t want her since a long time ago. What’s there to be heartbroken for a ruthless man?” Finn felt upset for a person he had high expectation for. The

moment he thought of Alan actually putting the Meyer on the spot at the wedding, fury and hatred surged up.

“Even though I hate him, I never thought of wanting him to die. Dad, if you kill that bitch Olive Steele and the little bitch she gave birth to, I’ll be extremely happy. But, why didn’t you even let… let go of Alan?” Ophelia came down and squatted on the stairs, then started crying.

She hated Alan Hoyle. She hated him for willing to leave everything behind to be with them both mother and daughter, but refusing to give her a chance. But when the person really had disappeared, she just realized that she didn’t really feel relieved about his and that bitch’s demise.

She hated Olive Steele. Her Alan’s death was all because of that bitch.

Finn walked over to his daughter and said earnestly, “Ophelia, dad has never thought of wanting him to die. I just really want to help you to vent your resentment. The only person I wanted to deal with was the mother and daughter, I never thought to harm Alan. After all, I watched him grow up. Even if we have no blood relation, I still have feelings, right? I just really didn’t expect that he got into the plane crash. Perhaps, this was his punishment for seducing and then abandoning you.”