Chapter 173: Elevator Scare

[Chapter 173: Elevator Scare]

The sky had darkened.

Ian and Ivanka lay on the soft king-sized bed.

Ian gently caressed her smooth back, feeling the silky texture that brought him a sense of bliss and pleasure.

Especially because it was Ivanka!

She was someone many dreamed about, more valuable than most big-name stars!

Ian felt a collector's satisfaction akin to acquiring a rare antique.

With that thought, a feeling of desire swept over him.

Ivanka sensed his change and murmured, "No, no, Ian, let me rest for a bit. Aren't you tired?"

Ian kissed her beautiful face with a smile, "You motivate me."

That made Ivanka chuckle happily.

She traced her fingers across Ian's body while looking out the window.

The moonlight rose high, casting a glow.

...

The night had fallen, and Los Angeles was once again immersed in twinkling lights.

Then, Ivanka said, "I'm hungry, darling. Let's go grab a bite."

"Sure, baby. But first, go take a shower."

Ian playfully slapped her butt and stored the camera from the window, beginning the uploading as usual.

He no longer needed to edit this kind of content himself, just handing it off to his editors.

The sound of water filled the bathroom.

Ivanka washed herself and joyfully sang a tune.

But soon, Ian walked in, and the two engaged in playful antics in the water before reluctantly stepping out of the bathroom.

They started to get dressed.

...

Ivanka watched as Ian put on his finely tailored suit and tied his tie, noticing he also had a gun tucked under his arm.

Ian checked the magazine before replacing it.

Ivanka sat on the bed, turning her neck to put on earrings, "You might just be the only armed journalist in the world, Ian."

Ian chuckled, "Probably because it comes in handy; after all, I'm also the only journalist running a media company."

Ivanka looked puzzled, "Why do you keep being a journalist when your business is already so big?"

"You've got it confused with cause and effect. I did not get to where I am today through business," he said, kissing her and fastening a beautiful ruby necklace around her.

Unable to resist, he leaned in to kiss her soft neck, prompting Ivanka to giggle, "No, Ian! I finally got dressed. If you need, we can continue after dinner, although I'm worried you might not have the stamina."

Ian smiled and helped her into her coat, "It isn't about stamina; it's about time. After dinner, you need to leave."

"What do you mean?" Ivanka looked at him, astonished. "Ian, you can't just leave me like that!"

She added angrily, "I'm not just some woman you can just play with and dump!"

Clearly, she had not yet completely shed the temper of a rich woman.

No worries, he thought, I'll win you over.

Ian wrapped his arm around her waist as they headed out, "Stop talking nonsense; I have something to handle tonight."

"What is it? Didn't you finish filming?"

"There's something else."

"I'm coming with you."

"No, this time you can't. There will be a gunfight."

Ian's words stunned Ivanka.

A gunfight?

She suddenly recalled how Ian had carefully checked his weapon earlier.

They stepped out, and Ian guided her downstairs, "After dinner, call your driver to pick you up."

"No! Ian, tell me what's going on?"

Ian covered her mouth, "Shh!"

He glanced at the nearby room.

Ivanka's scalp tingled.

She was a smart girl and instantly grasped it.

Next door!

In the room right next to theirs?!

She widened her striking eyes and whispered, "What's happening?"

"It's aimed at me, three guys, all armed. It's either a kidnapping or something else," Ian answered.

"How do you know this?"

"Good reporters know how to..." Ian realized his excuse was absurd and changed his tune. "My people have been keeping an eye out; after all, I rallied others to assist in my own kidnapping. If anyone attempts to harm me, they inform me, and I provide them with a chance, which in turn gives me a good opportunity."

Ivanka stared at him, bewildered, "You're insane, Ian Carr! No, I want to be with you!"

Kate said the same, Scarlett voiced it too.

They all loved me for my madness.

As for you, you've fallen for me before even savoring my insanity.

Ian smiled, leading Ivanka to the elevator, "Don't worry; nothing will happen. They're just targeting me."

They waited for the elevator.

...

At that moment, the door to the adjacent room flung open, and three men stepped out.

They silently walked down the hotel corridor and stood by Ian and Ivanka.

Clad in black leather jackets with hands in their pockets and hats on their heads, they encircled them.

Ian had not expected them to come out directly.

Ivanka's face turned pale.

She had just said she wanted to be with Ian, but now felt an overwhelming sense of fear.

After all, she had only just become enamored with his intensity; she wasn't ready to fight for him yet.

Ian discreetly adjusted his camera bag behind him while holding Ivanka with his left arm.

The elevator door opened.

The five of them stepped inside as it descended.

Ivanka's bright eyes darted between the three men, her body trembled uncontrollably.

She knew it was best not to show fear, so she snuggled into Ian's embrace, avoiding eye contact with them.

However, the elevator walls were mirrors, and the three men could see Ivanka's terrified expression in plain sight.

The man on Ian's right looked taken aback, "Huh?"

The two on the left slowly unzipped their leather jackets, reaching into their clothes.

Ian sighed, "Could you do me a favor? Don't start trouble here."

"Fuck!" All three accelerated, drawing their guns.

At that moment, Ian's right elbow swung sharply.

Since his right eye had enhanced his strength, his elbow slammed into the face of the man on his right, knocking him out.

At the same time, Ian shoved Ivanka aside, preventing the left man from drawing his weapon.

The man in front of him had pulled out his gun and was about to fire.

Ian landed a kick right between the man's legs.

The man screamed out in pain.

He endured the agony but found he couldn't shoot, as Ian's fingers jabbed into his eyes.

"Ah!" The man cried, clutching his face.

Ian snatched the gun from his hand, firing back at him.

Meanwhile, the man to his left pushed Ivanka away and brandished his weapon but quickly faced the same problem.

The man on the right wrapped his arms around Ian's neck, choking him.

Ian shoved the gun into Ivanka's hands, gripping her hand to aim at the left man, "Shoot!"

Ivanka was too paralyzed with fear to comprehend what to do.

Her instinct screamed for her to cover her head and scream, but Ian couldn't deal with the one behind him. Instead, he held onto Ivanka, lifting her right hand.

Finally, the left man reacted, flipping off the safety.

As he was about to pull the trigger, Ian guided Ivanka's hand and fired at him.

Bang!

The shot struck him in the face, blood and brain matter spraying out.

"Ah!" Ivanka shrieked in horror.

"Don't scream... well, if you do, just remember we can dub over it."

What was he babbling about?

Ivanka was terrified.

She turned to see Ian move his head backward, smashing into the man behind him's nose.

The impact broke the man's nose, and Ian grabbed his arm, dislocating it, then pretended to wrestle with him, yelling, "Talk, Ivanka!"

Ivanka held the gun, utterly shocked, "Talk about what?"

"Just say, 'Don't touch my man!'"

He turned to Ivanka, his eyes glinting with a strange light.

Ivanka felt a surge of courage well up inside her.

She shouted, "Don't touch my man!"

As she aimed the gun at the man's temple, she wanted to pull the trigger but lacked the courage.

Bang!

The next moment, the gun went off!

Ivanka cried out, dropping the gun.

I didn't pull the trigger; why did it go off?

The courage summoned by hallucinations and hypnosis was ultimately limited!

But it was enough, nonetheless.

"Great job, baby!" Ian had released the man.

He wiped the blood from his face, beaming, "You saved me."

What?

Ivanka stared at Ian, bewildered.

Ian smiled, "Three thugs were trying to kidnap us; I only killed one while you took out two; you're much more capable than I am, baby."

Ivanka gazed at Ian in shock.

She finally understood what had happened: "You...!"

"Shh!" Ian raised his finger.

Ding!

The elevator door opened.

...

The guests on the first floor were about to enter when they were met with the bloody scene inside, prompting them to scream in terror.

Ian took hold of Ivanka, "Let's go, baby. We need to get to the monitoring room immediately. I hate fighting in elevators; it's hard to set up cameras. But thankfully, there are cameras in the elevator, and they capture from above, so it'll be hard for anyone to notice the fear across your face... though we'll have to cut some footage. But that's normal for news editing."

Ivanka, covered in blood, leaned on Ian for support.

She couldn't stand on her own; her legs felt weak.

Listening to Ian, she was overwhelmed with dizziness, "You want to turn me into a female hero? Like Jessica or Shawna?"

Ian smiled, "Better than them, my Ivanka. It's always been too boring with Ian Carr playing the hero; occasionally, he can be saved by a woman... now that's a good story, and feminist groups will love it! They'll support you unconditionally! Your father will love it too; from now on, he can use his heroic daughter as a talking point for his political gain, and that's the best reward I could give him for letting you engage with me!"

Oh my god!

Ivanka stared at Ian in disbelief.

This was Ian Carr?

He casually created a superheroine?

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