American Gossip King

Chapter 292 Give Me a Child

In the sweltering heat of July, Ian walked alone on the streets of Los Angeles.

Even after the airport bombing, Ian still didn't bring bodyguards; only his close friends and family were protected.

As Ian strolled down the street, he looked at the television screen in the shopping mall across the street.

The documentary "Walking with Saddam" is being shown there.

June is Saddam News Month, with all kinds of news about Saddam gradually being released. News Corp and Carlyle firmly occupy the sales high ground, while LANN's user base is growing rapidly.

July is documentary month.

03 was still a time of terror, with terrorist incidents occurring all over the world. However, in order to make a difference, Ian indicated that there should be no major moves in Afghanistan recently.

Wasting news value is shameful!

He stood in front of the shop window, watching the television program, a low smile playing on his lips.

He stopped beside him when he heard the sound of high heels behind him.

Catherine wasn't wearing her police uniform today.

She wore a light blue shirt, and her long golden hair had been cut into short, choppy styles, making her look even more capable.

She said, "You really want those guys to come after you?"

"Bodyguards are expensive," Ian said casually.

Catherine snorted.

She stopped beside Ian and said, "We've got a lead."

Ian then said, "Let's talk as we walk."

Someone in the mall recognized me and almost rushed up to ask for my autograph.

As the two walked down the street, Catherine said, "It's the 13-year-old boy from Fortune City."

Fucheng Boys?

Ian was taken aback: "I thought it was one of their subordinates taking on private jobs."

Catherine nodded: "They did it this way on purpose. In reality, Fax went around in circles; he knew which of his men would do these things for money, pretending it was outside side jobs so he could shirk responsibility if anything went wrong."

Fax is the leader of the Fook City Boys.

Ian gave a soft hum: "Is it his own will or is he acting under someone else's orders?"

Catherine replied, "It's a commission, but it could also be due to my own will. Do you know how rapidly the Cripples have expanded in Los Angeles? They've become the biggest gang in Los Angeles, and all of this is thanks to you."

Ian understood.

Most likely, someone approached Fax and paid him to assassinate Ian... but it's still uncertain whether it's a Chechen, since Chechens wouldn't need to resort to gangs.

Under normal circumstances, Fax would not accept such a commission.

However, the threat from the Cripples Gang made him feel a sense of crisis.

He knew the Cripples were under Ian Carl's protection, so for money and for himself, he chose this method.

They're also quite good at playing tricks, mixing reality with illusion.

Ian scoffed, "You can blame me for the expansion of the Cripples Gang, but the question is, without me, without the expansion of the Cripples Gang, would there be no gangs? Los Angeles used to have 100,000 gang members, and it still does. I didn't let the gangs as a whole grow too powerful; I just made a small portion of them obey me. In fact, because of me, they at least don't dare to rob innocent girls anymore. In a sense, I saved a lot of girls in Los Angeles."

Catherine said, "You could have done more."

Ian's face darkened: "You'd better know who you're talking to!"

Catherine was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth.

After a long pause, she said, "Police Chief."

"You'll be next year!" Ian answered decisively.

Catherine thought for a moment and said, "Would you kill the Fortune City boys again? Wipe them all out and make it the news?"

"You want to stop me?" Ian asked.

Catherine gently shook her head: "No."

She said, "This sinful world needs cleansing; I've changed my mind."

Hearing this, Ian smiled.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "A hotel?"

Catherine's lips twitched slightly.

She wanted to say, "I don't care!"

But looking at Ian's handsome face, confident eyes, and charming smile, his inner strength crumbled instantly.

She murmured, "Ten times!"

Ian put his arm around her waist: "I can give it to you a hundred times."

The news keeps coming, and the experience keeps coming; I'm not afraid of running out of time anymore!

………………

In the hotel, Catherine was holding Ian, going wild.

This was the woman Ian had ever been with, both physically and physically, and also the most proactive and wild. She always liked to take the initiative to demonstrate her dominant position.

Ian never argued with her on these kinds of issues.

At that moment, accompanied by a high-pitched shout, Catherine convulsed and lay on Ian, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Ian Carl wasn't bragging.

he……

Unimaginable, incomprehensible!

"Did you take your medicine?" She stared at him blankly.

The latest novel is first published here!

Ian smiled: "No, it's you who's taking the medicine, not me."

Catherine shook her head repeatedly: "I don't want to eat."

Ian gently cupped her ample breasts: "Good girl!"

"Fuck!" Catherine exclaimed angrily.

She pulled away from Ian, stood on the crimson carpet, and yelled at him, "Why can you have a child with Gaskellbent's wife, but not one for me? Do you think I'll cling to you and demand child support?"

Ian Carl looked at her with pity.

In the sunlight, her body was fit and shapely, so beautiful.

He sighed softly and said, "I value my child very much! I can't accept just any woman becoming the mother of my child. Catherine, don't you understand? You're too opinionated; you won't depend on me. A woman like you, becoming the mother of my child, will only bring me trouble."

Catherine looked at him with grief and indignation: "What you need is a slave, not a wife!"

Ian nodded: "You can understand it this way. Women who are willing to be with me long-term are all willing to submit to me. We can consider having children when you've thought things through."

Catherine asked, "How can I tell if I've figured it out?"

Hearing this, Ian smiled.

He thought for a moment and said, "I will not kill all the boys in Fucheng. Let the police investigation into my assassination end here for now. Leave the rest to me."

"Huh?" Catherine asked, puzzled.

"Remember Madoff?"

Catherine understood: "You want to use the Fucheng boy as a tool to deal with others?"

Ian nodded: "Yes. I don't only have the Fucheng boy as an enemy. In fact, there are many enemies secretly trying to deal with me. Just because they haven't made a move yet doesn't mean they won't in the future."

As he spoke, Ian stood up.

He embraced Catherine, pushing her towards the French windows, his arm around her slender waist, his body half-leaning against her back, and said, "Gasker said that as my business grows, I can't just think about offense; I also need to know how to defend. But I think sometimes offense is the best defense... Well, that's bullshit. Defense is defense; it can't be replaced by pure offense. But I'm different... I can use offense to replace defense to a certain extent. Because I can always know in advance who wants to deal with me, and then strike first. The Fucheng Boys are useful tools; I can't bear to destroy them like this... After all, the Crippled Gang can't provide assassins. I will make the Fucheng Boys my executioners, but that requires police certification."

Catherine understood: "You need me to abuse my power for you?"

"That's assuming you have the authority." Ian gently stroked her face. "I know you have a sense of justice. So now, are you willing to replace all your pursuit of justice with your pursuit of me?"

Catherine turned around.

She gazed at Ian with tenderness in her eyes.

She once knelt before Ian, but it was only for a moment; deep down, she was still that strong woman.

At this moment, her mental defenses crumbled once again, and her strength vanished.

She finally confronted her own inner self.

I'm obsessed with him!

I love him!

I can't lose him!

She held Ian close, whispering, "I've been deceiving myself, Ian. I love you... I've been hopelessly in love with you for a long time, thinking about you every single moment! Yes, I'd do anything for you. Nothing else matters except you!"

As she spoke, she took a black collar from her bag and put it on herself.

Then she obediently lay down.

Ian smiled and said, "Very good. Then try your best to make me happy, and I'll reward you with a child."

(End of this chapter)