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Ch. 428 - Claire Bennett Isn't a Homewrecker, Don't Curse Her Out

Chapter 428

Claire Bennett Isn't a Homewrecker, Don't Curse Her Out

Claire Bennett's brows knitted tightly. If she threw Ian Walsh out now, it would only make her look guilty.

So not only could she not throw Ian Walsh out, she also had to come up with a way to handle this that would satisfy everyone. But what was she supposed to do?

...

At the same time, in Nia's office.

Willow Lane and Hazel Lewis were watching Claire Bennett's livestream.

When she saw Claire Bennett fall into such a terrible predicament, Hazel Lewis curled her lips into a smile, feeling better than she had in a very long time.

Her finger lightly tapped her phone as she sent the livestream link to the old Mr. Sterling.

Once they saw what was going on with Claire Bennett, they would definitely dislike a filthy woman like her very much.

When that happened, could Julian Sterling really keep being with her?

Over on Willow Lane's side, seeing Ian Walsh appear at Claire Bennett's launch event just as she'd expected, and even directly admit what had happened between him and Claire Bennett, she couldn't help laughing, feeling immensely pleased with herself.

She let out a cold laugh and said, "Who told Claire Bennett to be so hateful? Now that she's gotten caught up in this scandal, I'm afraid Maison Verne's jewelry won't sell either. When the time comes for the competition with Nia, Claire Bennett will lose!"

Hazel Lewis smiled and nodded. "You're still the impressive one. You knew how to persuade Ian Walsh and get him to sabotage Claire Bennett's launch event."

Willow Lane quickly said modestly, "Not at all, it was you, Hazel, who reminded me. Otherwise I never would've thought of it."

Just as the two of them were modestly deflecting credit back and forth, an angry roar suddenly came from the livestream.

The two of them froze and looked toward the phone together.

At that moment, the launch event fell into chaos once again because of that roar.

Ian Walsh had originally been speaking in an orderly, convincing way about what had happened between him and Claire Bennett, but he never expected Jasmine Kane to suddenly appear.

Her heavy body charged straight at Ian Walsh, and in one move she pinned him underneath her. Jasmine Kane shouted furiously, "You bastard! How dare you do something like this behind my back!"

Ian Walsh hadn't even processed why Jasmine Kane had shown up here before she nearly crushed the blood out of him.

When he finally came to his senses and heard what Jasmine Kane said, he instantly grew nervous and hurried to explain, "Honey, y-you listen to me, this isn't true!"

Jasmine Kane had no interest in listening. She directly raised her hand and viciously slapped Ian Walsh across the face.

Ian Walsh himself had gone a little soft and pudgy from eating, drinking, and fooling around, but Jasmine Kane was practically twice his size. She was pressing him down so hard he couldn't even get up, his face flushed bright red.

"Hmph! Not true? And you still dare to spout nonsense? I know everything. Mr. Sterling already came to the door, and you still dare lie!"

"Mr. Sterling came to the door?" Ian Walsh was dumbfounded.

He had originally thought Jasmine Kane had learned about his situation through some other channel, but now she was saying some Mr. Sterling had come to see them. What exactly was going on?

Which Mr. Sterling was she talking about?

Could it be that Mr. Sterling from Sterling International, Julian Sterling? And what did Claire Bennett's matter have to do with Mr. Sterling?

Jasmine Kane remembered her father's instructions, and when she looked at this good-for-nothing man Ian Walsh, she got so angry she slapped him several more times.

A series of crisp smacks echoed through the multifunction hall.

Quite a few reporters were left staring with their mouths agape, completely dumbstruck.

Of course, this was Ian Walsh's family matter, and no one was in a position to step in and stop it. They could only stand by and watch him get pinned down and beaten by her.

Seeing this sudden turn of events, Molly Lee's emotions slowly shifted from her initial worry to delight, and a happy smile spread across her little face.

She hadn't expected Ian Walsh's wife to actually come after him. Could this have been Mr. Sterling's doing? He was the one who brought Ian Walsh's wife here, right?

Just now Ian Walsh's wife had said that Mr. Sterling had come to her door. It had to be Mr. Sterling protectively and domineeringly standing up for his wife!

Claire Bennett watched everything in front of her with cold eyes, but instead narrowed them slightly. Her mind was full of what Jasmine Kane had just said, and the more she turned it over, the more something felt off.

What did she mean by Mr. Sterling went to find her?

Why would Mr. Sterling go find her to deal with this matter?

It probably wasn't Julian Sterling who had Mr. Sterling do this either. Julian Sterling hadn't told her about it. She would have to get to the bottom of this later.

Ian Walsh had been beaten badly, and he was scared to death. He kept explaining and begging for mercy. "Honey, I really don't have any relationship with Claire Bennett. Someone told me to deliberately say I was involved with her. Before this, when I tried to approach her, she never paid me any attention. I was the one trying to take advantage of her. You have to believe what I'm saying!"

"Ha! Take advantage, huh! I'm going to beat you to death today!"

Jasmine Kane didn't go easy on him at all. She pinned Ian Walsh down and gave him a brutal beating, hitting him hard to vent her anger.

Very quickly, Ian Walsh's face was swollen and bruised, and he looked utterly disheveled and miserable, able only to clutch his head and howl.

A moment ago Ian Walsh had looked extremely smug, but now he was like a whipped dog, not daring to fight back at all and only letting Jasmine Kane hit him, hoping she would vent enough anger once she was done.

Watching this scene, everyone could not help sighing inwardly.