First Love Only? I Left Him First, Now the CEO Can't Let Go novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Divorced Women Are Truly Terrifying

This man strode into the Zenith Rehabilitation Center, came to Serena Jennings, and turned to the two security guards:

"You shouldn’t be so rude to a lady."

The two security guards instinctively stepped back, as the man smiled and extended his hand to Serena.

"Hello Miss Jennings, I am Ian Blackwood."

Serena did not shake his hand, but cautiously asked, "How do you know my last name is Jennings?"

Ian retracted his hand, casually placing it into his trousers pocket.

"I not only know your last name is Jennings, but I also know you have a friend named Lana Xavier, who works as a vocal music teacher at Next-Gen Academy."

Serena’s brow furrowed deeper and deeper, realizing this man was up to no good.

"Who exactly are you and what do you want?"

Ian shrugged with a smile, "How about Miss Jennings take a walk with me? I hate these rehabilitation centers, they make me feel like a patient."

Serena was still hesitating, but Ian suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Ian had a surprisingly strong grip, causing Serena’s wrist to ache as she tried to shake him off but was instead dragged along by him.

The security guards wanted to intervene, but saw the receptionist talking on the phone while subtly signaling them to let Serena leave.

Serena was taken out of Zenith Rehabilitation Center by Ian and forced into a car.

Ian’s car was a flashy white Lamborghini, contrasting sharply with the refined demeanor he presented.

But now Serena understood that Ian’s refinement was merely a façade and an illusion.

Ian kept saying the security guards were rude, when in fact, he was the one being the rudest to her—the pain from her arm felt as if it were torn apart.

Ian took Serena to a private club.

Serena initially didn’t want to go in, but Ian said to her, "Don’t you want to know why your good friend Lana Xavier lost her job?"

In the dimly lit private room, only Serena and Ian faced each other.

"Now can you explain, what exactly do you want to do? And how did you know about Lana’s problem? Why did she lose her job?" Serena asked proactively.

She had too many questions, and she couldn’t bear not getting any answers.

Ian leisurely poured himself a glass of whiskey with ice, sat on the sofa, and patted his thigh.

"Sit here, sit here and I’ll tell you."

Serena supported herself on a cane and was about to leave.

"I am the head of Veridian International Education, which Next-Gen Academy belongs to... Your friend Lana Xavier was absent from work for many days without reason, and I reasonably instructed the principal over there to fire her."

Ian looked refined but drank generously, finishing a glass of whiskey in one gulp.

Serena realized that Ian’s mention of Lana’s absenteeism was likely during the time she was being cared for in the hospital.

"But Lana said she was on annual leave..."

"The system didn’t record it; verbal claims don’t count."

Ian rebuffed Serena with a firm stance.

"These days, jobs are hard to find, especially when being fired. It’s not easy to stay in the field of education."

Ian had said enough, if Serena still didn’t understand, then she’d be a fool.

"So what do you want me to do? What must I do for you to give Lana her job back?"

Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, Ian’s narrow eyes lit up, and he smiled.

"I like dealing with straightforward people."

He took out a pen and paper and handed it to Serena.

"I need you to write a guarantee letter."

"A guarantee letter?"

Ian crossed his arms, and his gaze at Serena was as sly as a fox.

"Yes, a guarantee letter. As I say, you write, and after signing and stamping it, I keep my word and you’ll be able to contact Lana Xavier to see if her job is back."

Serena also liked dealing with decisive people, but Ian’s intentions were too strong, she had to be cautious.

"What do you want from me?"

"You..."

Serena’s complexion changed.

Ian couldn’t help but laugh, "I’m not interested in you, a housewife, a middle-aged woman, you wouldn’t think you still have value, would you?"

"Do you think you’re being amusing with your breathy humor?"

Serena retorted.

Her intuition told her that this Ian came prepared, knew something about her, and the trap was already set, just waiting for her to jump in.

Ian adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and took a serious, careful look at Serena’s face for the first time.

The Lockwood Group.

Mr. Miller walked into the General Manager’s office.

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