American Gossip King

Chapter 167 Let it go

The Los Angeles court shooting has undoubtedly become another explosive news story this year.

This incident is especially significant because it is connected to the MS massacre case and the five women involved in the Dandy Building murder case, plus the fact that a gun was fired in court... Although it was a suicide, it was still a shooting.

Thus, it spread rapidly under the manipulation of CBS and Carl Media.

Ian's performance was a pleasant surprise for everyone.

In a moment of crisis, he stepped forward and used his body to shield five girls from gunfire, a heroic act that captivated countless girls.

"Ian Karl is a hero! He will always be a hero, truly deserving of the title of national hero!"

"He is a brave, wise, and gentlemanly man."

"To be honest, I'm more inclined to believe that Ian Carl was the one who truly destroyed MS, after all, his courage demonstrated that."

"I think so too, but those guys deserved to die."

"That's right, there's no need to overturn this kind of case."

"So this is the best possible outcome. We can believe it was Ian Khan, and that he is innocent!"

"Ian Karl, I love you, come and fuck me!"

"Fuck, you used to love butterflies!"

"There are many butterflies, but only one Ian Karl."

"Isn't it because he's rich?"

"I don't want money to sleep with him."

"I can pay for it myself!"

The comments section was buzzing with activity, which also boosted sales across all media outlets under Carl Media.

The major media outlets were envious and jealous of Ian's performance, but they were helpless and could only make sarcastic remarks.

The New York Times stated:

"Ian Carl did a good job protecting his women, but he would have been even better if he had paid more attention to other women as well."

His heroic deeds are downplayed by the claim that "he was protecting his own woman."

I can smell your sourness even across the Pacific Ocean.

ABC News stated:

"Although the witness is dead, there still seem to be doubts about the MS13 case."

Do you believe I'll run into your house and cause an explosion?

Fox News stated:

"We should focus more on improving people's livelihoods."

Fox is afraid of Ian Carl; he doesn't want to offend him, nor does he want to praise him. What the hell is this "concern for people's livelihood"?

This is also a matter of people's livelihood!

Of course, CBS, Spark TV, and other Ian's companies went on a massive, enthusiastic tour of praising Ian.

Anyway, those who want to criticize this have nowhere to vent, so they can only be sour, while their own people can fawn over them.

The distant land of China.

The Southern faction continued to lavish praise on Ian:

"This is a true hero; he never forgets his mission and bravely protects women. Who says he lacks a sense of social responsibility?"

So, Southern Media Group has finally found the secret to generating traffic, hasn't it? They're ruthlessly exploiting Ian Carl's popularity.

Unfortunately, the more they praised them, the more Ian disliked them.

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The top floor of Trump Tower in Los Angeles.

Carl Media Group.

Ian sat in his office looking at reports.

Not long after, Secretary Ida came in: "Miss Catherine has arrived."

Ian didn't even look up, only giving a soft "hmm".

A moment later, Catherine walked into Ian's office.

She looked at Ian with a complicated expression, and after a long while, she said, "How did you do that?"

Ian simply looked at the financial report: "I guess you've checked Easterbrook's family to make sure they weren't kidnapped or threatened before that, and you've also checked Easterbrook's accounts to make sure there were no records of me transferring money to him."

Catherine strode over and placed her hands on the desk: "But I know you must have used some means to make him bow down!"

Ian looked at her with a smile.

He slowly rose, walked around the enormous desk, and came to Catherine's side.

Just as Catherine was about to stand up straight, Ian placed his left hand on her left hand, pressing her down onto the desk, while his right hand wrapped around her waist.

This action startled Catherine. Ian was already on her back, whispering, "I guess you also went to see that guy named Courtman... I believe you'll give me the answer. Who made him do this?"

Catherine tried to break free, but found that Ian was incredibly strong and she was unable to fight him.

Ian pressed himself against her, practically forcing her onto his desk, and chuckled, "You're actually grateful to me, aren't you? After all, you don't want to ruin your reputation because of this, but it's not just that..."

Catherine trembled slightly.

After more than a year of contact, Ian Carl had long been synonymous with power, mystery, and omnipotence in Catherine's mind.

However, her inner pride prevented her from bowing down to Ian.

Not every woman will submit to you!

However, this incident also had a great impact on Catherine, so much so that when she saw Ian Carl easily resolve the crisis, she breathed a sigh of relief.

As Ian had said, she had checked everything before coming and confirmed that Ian had not used any coercive means.

How did he do that?

He is so mysterious.

He is so powerful!

Catherine found that Ian was all she could think about.

His confident smile, his hateful lips, and his unbridled, aggressive hands sent shivers down Catherine's spine.

She shook her head repeatedly: "Let go!"

Ian, however, did not pay attention.

He pinned Catherine down on the desk, his hands encircling her from behind, cupping her ample breasts.

He said quietly, "Why deceive yourself? You've actually fallen in love with me a long time ago, haven't you?"

"Shit! Ian Carl, don't be so confident!" Catherine tried to turn around and push Ian away.

Ian, however, still laid her down on the table, facing only himself.

He lowered his head and gently inhaled the beauty's scent.

A slight smile appeared on his lips, and then a hand suddenly reached inside Catherine's police skirt.

Catherine let out a soft "Ah".

She felt the devil's hand invading her.

Ian stroked her body, a body he had seen countless times, and finally he could touch and savor it.

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Unrestrainedly fondling Catherine, Ian placed his hand on Catherine's police skirt and unbuttoned it.

"No!" Catherine whispered, "You can't do this!"

Ian simply said softly, "You want to understand me? Then now is the best time to do so. I can show you my strengths..."

He ripped off Catherine's skirt with a rip, while simultaneously unbuttoning his own trousers.

He snuggled closer.

Catherine looked at Ian in horror.

She hadn't expected to encounter this situation after coming here.

She could have cried out and refused, but Ian Carl, like a devil, had her under control.

She had neither the strength nor the will to shout.

She stared blankly at Ian: "You're an idiot, Ian Carl."

Ian chuckled: "Every girl who says that about me ends up in my bed."

As he spoke, he suddenly charged forward.

Catherine quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

She saw that Ian Carl was just staring at her coldly, without a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

This made her feel ashamed, indignant, and furious: "I'm not your plaything!"

As she spoke, she raised her knee and struck Ian.

Ian casually pressed down on her voluptuous legs, flipping her over and slamming her onto the desk again: "You're my tool, Catherine Brown. Stop being silly, do my job properly, and I'll give you everything you want."

What do I want?

She herself doesn't know what she wants.

Catherine felt dizzy.

She had thought about this scenario many times, and even fantasized about being with Ian Karl forever, but she never thought about this method.

There was no gentleness, no sweet words, only domineering and forceful directness.

However, that was precisely the way that most won her over.

A woman like her would only eat this.

As a result, the resistance gradually weakened, and what followed was the enjoyment and anticipation that arose from the heart.

She even found herself involuntarily playing along with Ian.

This made her feel even more guilty.

How could I have given in so easily...?

Ian ruthlessly ravaged Catherine, his voice echoing from afar: "Tell me, who ordered that Courtman to do this!"

Tears streamed down Catherine's face as she murmured, her voice filled with a helpless, defeated resentment, "Ivo... Clemens."

"It's him?" Ian was slightly surprised.

Ian remembered—wasn't this the Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter he had met when he was negotiating with CBS?

Yes, the Pulitzer Prizes are coming up soon, and last year Ivo Clemens also reported a major news story: he was originally in the running for his second Pulitzer Prize, but because of the sudden emergence of Ian Carr and The Butterfly, he was destined to have no chance.

But this guy is also a genius; he actually found out that the MS13 massacre was related to him.

Tsk tsk tsk!

You offended me just for a Pulitzer Prize?

He stopped moving.

Catherine turned around abruptly to look at him.

She glared at Ian, then suddenly raised her hand and took off all of her police uniform.

She clung tightly to Ian, growling, "Fakmi!"

At this moment, she finally let go of all her reserve.

His eyes blazed with resentful anger, but his body language betrayed him perfectly.

in the office.

A sharp screech came from Catherine, like a wild call from the grasslands.

In the lobby outside, a group of staff members looked at each other in bewilderment.

The female secretary, Date, was the most sensible.

She walked over with the folder in her arms, her face stern as she reprimanded, "Keep working. This is none of your business."

(End of this chapter)