Mark Joyce thought to himself, aren’t they quite familiar? President Hawthorne used to come over every night, staying until the next morning before leaving. "Get out of the car." Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold face showed no sign of softening, his tone allowing no doubt. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ noveⅼfire.net Ann Vaughn leaned back lazily, looking like she had completely given up, "Who said I want to get out of the car? Your car hit me. What if I leave now and something happens later, and you deny responsibility?" "Ann Vaughn," Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes slowly narrowed, the cold and fierce aura emanating from him sent chills all over, his thin lips spitting out words like knives, "It’s over between us, your shameless clinginess is unsightly." Ann Vaughn’s small face, half-hidden under her hair, turned pale, her hands clenched tightly where he couldn’t see. She might as well look ugly, compared to his safety it’s nothing. Thinking this, Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, tucked the hair behind her cheek with her delicate fingers, and smiled softly at Cyrus Hawthorne, "You’re blind, but I don’t blame you." The temperature inside the car instantly dropped to zero. Mark Joyce: "...Pfft!" Before being shot by Cyrus Hawthorne’s death stare, Mark Joyce, driven by survival instinct, covered his own mouth. With Ann Vaughn present, going to the research institute was naturally out of the question, so they could only head to the company. As soon as Cyrus Hawthorne got out of the car, Ann Vaughn rubbed forcefully at the inside of her knee which had already turned bruised and quickly followed, not forgetting to grab a piece of his clothing to prevent him from easily ditching her. "Let go." Cyrus Hawthorne gazed coldly at her, shadows floating in his dark narrow eyes. If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to the point of weakening limbs, never daring to approach him again. Yet for Ann Vaughn, she could still give him a warm and obedient smile, then say, "You wish." Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips pulled slightly, a ripple of amusement immediately extinguished at the edge of his lips, looking again still with that cold and unapproachable demeanor. From the direct elevator in the underground parking lot to the top-level president’s office. Ann Vaughn spent the entire morning in Cyrus Hawthorne’s office; luckily, the secretary was kind enough to quietly bring her snacks to pass the time. At this moment, Ann Vaughn’s phone vibrated. Ann Vaughn immediately put the magazine down and swiped to answer, "Hello, baby, what’s up? Did you eat obediently?" "Mommy, Kenny just had lunch with Auntie and is about to take medicine now." A soft little voice came from the phone. "That’s great, sending you a kiss!" Ann Vaughn blew a kiss through the screen to the Little Dumpling. The Little Dumpling instantly smiled in delight and then asked, "Did Mommy go to the clinic first thing this morning?" Ann Vaughn coughed, "No, currently on a 007 mission, under 24-hour tight surveillance." Little Dumpling understood perfectly, Mommy must be shy because she’s with The Archfiend, too embarrassed to tell him. "Mommy can definitely do it! Don’t worry about the baby, just go boldly!" Take down The Archfiend! "Join me in the mission!" Ann Vaughn pretended to speak seriously in a lowered voice, wanting to say more but was startled by Mark Joyce’s sudden loud voice, causing her hand to shake and to hang up accidentally. "President Hawthorne, it’s already time to eat! Would you prefer to dine at the company or proceed to the reserved restaurant now?" The man slowly lifted his gaze, a deep, cool look landing on the embarrassed face of Mark Joyce, his thin lips let out a light chuckle. Mark Joyce’s back stiffened completely. When Miss Vaughn called another man ’baby,’ the BOSS’s pen almost broke in half. When Miss Vaughn blew a kiss to another man, the BOSS’s fifty-billion contract paper was crushed. When Miss Vaughn said she was surveilling the BOSS... Mark Joyce knew if she continued, he’d be dead too. Unaware of this whirlwind, Ann Vaughn quickly suggested, "Let’s go to The Jade Pavilion; I won a VIP card there the day before Valentine’s Day!" Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curved into a half-smile, "You still want to tag along?" "Saying that means you don’t want to take responsibility for my injuries." Ann Vaughn blinked innocently. "Not being with your baby, it’s hard for you to bother surveilling me here as well." "How could they be the same," Ann Vaughn hadn’t noticed the man’s face was a bit gloomy, and said frankly, "There’re always more opportunities in the future." Moreover, Kenny would obediently listen to her, but this man wouldn’t. Cyrus Hawthorne: "Ha." Using the card he gave her, taking another man to The Jade Pavilion for dinner— This woman is quite something. Seeing the office atmosphere get colder, Mark Joyce had no choice but to ask, "President Hawthorne, should I prepare the car now?" "No need." Tossing that pen, broken in two halves, into the trash bin, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows knitted tightly, just about to instruct Mark Joyce to cancel the restaurant reservations. Suddenly noticing from the corner of his eye Ann Vaughn leaning to one side of the sofa, rubbing unconsciously at her knee, he paused. "We’ll go to the company restaurant." Cyrus Hawthorne had dined here only a handful of times; his appearance sparked quite a stir. Especially upon seeing Ann Vaughn following closely beside him, the commotion and chatter intensified. Ann Vaughn managed to act as though she couldn’t hear anything, forcing herself to walk very slowly due to her knee discomfort, picking some of her favorite dishes before sitting with Cyrus. "She really is shameless, doing such things and still daring to stick to President Hawthorne; if I were her, I would’ve killed myself already, how could I have the face to live." "I said she’d regret divorcing President Hawthorne sooner or later, casting aside such a high-quality diamond to fool around outside, do you think she’s crazy?" "I used to like her looks so much, guess I was blind; growing up like her, it’s a miracle if she can be peaceful!" "Are they going to get back together? I hope not; there are so many fish in the sea, why should my male god be stuck on such a promiscuous woman?" "Don’t you see President Hawthorne’s almost fed up with her? Her skin is so thick it seems she can’t see how much he despises her." "..." Constant chatter came from all directions, centered on Ann Vaughn, who appeared steady but was cursing internally. What in the world did she do that was so heinous she should die? If she’s fooling around, how come she herself doesn’t know? Whether Cyrus Hawthorne’s fed up with her is their business; if they dislike her, they should have the courage to confront her! These people, parroting others, lack any original consciousness, babbling fools! They’re driving her mad! Ann Vaughn, unconvinced, bit into her boiled egg and chewed forcefully, her cheeks slightly puffed up like an angry hamster.