Seeing the tired look between his brows and eyes, Ann Vaughn finally remembered that he had just woken up and was helping her stand up, personally confronting The Hawthorne Family. Even an iron-willed person can’t immediately get up after being unconscious for several days. But at that time, if he hadn’t stepped in, not only would The Hawthorne Family not let it go, but even Old Master Hawthorne would have had opinions about her... Thinking of this, the sour bubble blocking Ann Vaughn’s chest popped, and she could no longer be petty with him over this. "You have a good rest, I’ll borrow the kitchen from the research institute to make you something to eat." Ann Vaughn, feeling guilty after her imagination ran wild, instructed Kenny to keep an eye on his dad and left the ward. After she left, Little Dumpling lay on the back of the sofa, his big eyes gazing at Cyrus Hawthorne, "You’ve really got my mommy wrapped around your finger." Not only did he deceive mommy’s guilt and forgiveness, but he also tricked her into personally cooking delicious food! The Archfiend, who was always strong, rarely showed his weak side in front of others, so his mommy wouldn’t suspect he was pretending and believed it directly! Cyrus "Weak and Powerless" Hawthorne opened his narrow eyes, his thin lips curling into a faint smile, "All warfare is based on deception." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Little Dumpling: "..." Just can’t compete, really can’t compete. In the blink of an eye, three days passed. Cyrus Hawthorne’s body recovered and he returned from the research institute to Villa No. 8 to recuperate. Ann Vaughn originally planned to find an opportunity to tell him about Elias Hawthorne’s matter after he fully recovered. Unexpectedly, he knew everything beforehand and was not surprised by the news of Elias Hawthorne’s death. "Elias Hawthorne wandered abroad until he was twelve. The first time I saw him, he risked his life to single-handedly challenge a group of children just for a piece of bread." Cyrus Hawthorne explained slowly, "That kind of determination isn’t possessed by most adults." So he had his subordinates put a gem in his old backpack, whether he could keep the gem and leverage its value to change his fate was entirely in Elias Hawthorne’s hands. Elias Hawthorne didn’t let him down, he fought desperately to protect that gem and managed to leave the dirty slum and return to school. Later he was admitted to the most prestigious university in M Country, graduated with a dual degree in graduate school... and later, through his own efforts, he repaid Cyrus Hawthorne double for the favor of giving him the gem. But as much as he hated Harold Hawthorne, he also hated the air of The Imperial Capital, thus he didn’t want to come to The Imperial Capital, content to stay at the Hawthorne Corp. branch in Marinia. If nothing unexpected happened, he would now be the general manager of the Marinia branch of Hawthorne Corp. Unfortunately, all his efforts were merely to fulfill his duty as a pawn. And his death, still isn’t the end. After hearing Cyrus Hawthorne’s explanation, Ann Vaughn’s gaze was somewhat dazed, "Who is behind such a large chess board?" From the moment Cyrus Hawthorne met Elias Hawthorne, the game had already begun. Every step the person behind the scenes took was extremely cautious, all to... deliver a fatal blow to Cyrus Hawthorne at the key moment. A flicker of depth flashed in Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes as he hooked a strand of hair by Ann Vaughn’s cheek with his long fingers, softly saying, "Worried about me?" Ann Vaughn glared at him, at such a time he still had the mood to tease her? She snatched her hair from his hand, stood up, and ran out, "Don’t flatter yourself! We don’t have any relationship now, why should I worry about you!" No relationship at all... They were already divorced now, indeed they had no relationship anymore. Thinking of this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brow faintly ached, and a sense of crisis surfaced in his heart. If you let her loose for too long considering Little Dumpling’s nature of being unable to move upon seeing a beauty... After pondering for a while, Cyrus Hawthorne picked up the phone on the table and dialed a call. When Ann Vaughn returned to the room with freshly made herbal medicine, she saw Cyrus Hawthorne with lightly furrowed brows, resting his chin as if in deep thought. "You should take your medicine." Ann Vaughn put down the medicine, having completely forgotten about the previous matter. Who knew the man suddenly raised his eyelids, his gaze calmly fixed on her face, "You’re right, we already have no relationship whatsoever." "So," the man continued softly, "when will you return the ring I gave you?" What did this man just say?? In the children’s room. The clatter of keyboard keys continued, the computer screen rapidly flashing through lines of extremely long codes at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye. Seeing something unknown, Kenny furrowed his little brow before quickly entering the positioning interface and swiftly taking a snapshot of that location. Kenny sent the location information to My King and Eve, the two most unpredictable in the group, as their chances of passing through that location were high. My King wasn’t online yet, Eve happened to be. Eve: My Little King, who are you trying to kill? Eve’s service is free of charge, straight to your doorstep~ My King: How can you only think about killing? It’s a harmonious society now, don’t cause trouble. Eve: Oh dear, saying that hurts my feelings~Then call me sister and I’ll immediately help you block this ship~ As luck would have it, she happened to be one of the passengers on this cruise. However, having finally come out for a vacation, such a wonderful holiday, Eve didn’t want it to be ruined. Nevertheless, having My King call her sister was a different matter. My King: Eve sister, please. Even through the screen, Eve inexplicably felt a little prick in her heart, chuckled foolishly hunched over her phone. The handsome masseur giving her a massage looked puzzled: ... How can someone so beautiful be so silly? Eve: Sweetheart, you’re so adorable it makes me queasy. I now believe what that dog said about Black Spade J. Elderly people wouldn’t easily compromise on addressing terms, My King must be younger than her! Eve immediately sent several messages in a row: Sweetheart, say it a few more times, and sister will immediately go hijack the cruise! Seeing Eve’s constant barrage of messages, Kenny felt extremely helpless. Despite being a group of people who could make the ground tremble with two steps, why did each one like to take advantage of him? My King: Eve sister, do you still want the wrist crossbow you asked for last time? Eve: ...This cruise is doomed! The next moment, a stunning woman lying under a parasol raised her hand, signaling the masseur to stop. Under the sunglasses, her enchanting eyes gazed into the distance, her crimson lips slightly raised. She stood up, swaying away from the deck. Even after her figure completely disappeared, the men on the deck couldn’t tear their eyes away from her body. No more messages were received from Eve, Kenny knew she had already started taking action and didn’t send her any more messages. Next, just patiently waiting is enough.