My King quickly replied: [You’re welcome QwQ.] Seeing the emoticon after his words, Ann Vaughn blinked her bright eyes, dazed for a few seconds. This My King... seems different from the rumored image? Just as she was thinking this, her phone on the table suddenly vibrated, and the screen lit up. Ann Vaughn glanced at it inadvertently, but her gaze suddenly froze. [You can only choose one between being Mrs. Hawthorne and the fiancée.] This short sentence carried a commanding and forceful aura that almost seemed to seep out of the screen, leaving no room for resistance. "This man..." Ann Vaughn bit her teeth, realizing she hadn’t decided how to confront him yet. He had already anticipated her realization and was now annoyed about being fooled by him. He even dared to threaten her! Thinking back, he wasn’t proposing; he was clearly weaving a net! The moment she stepped into the hunter’s trap, without even noticing, he had quietly started to close the net, leaving her with no way to escape! And she actually believed that the strong, cold man would have a vulnerable side! It was all just a deception! The more she thought, the angrier she got, with her cheeks puffing up, sending a text fiercely. Meanwhile, at Villa No. 8. Cyrus Hawthorne walked from the entrance, with a Little Dumpling fussing under his arm. Perhaps because no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t escape the devil’s grasp, Little Dumpling became subdued. "Young Master, Little Master, dinner is ready." Uncle Dexter stepped forward to take the coat from Cyrus Hawthorne’s hands, slightly bowing, "The things delivered from Red Queen Town have been placed in the living room. Please check if anything is missing." "Mm." Cyrus nodded slightly, then walked toward the living room. Once Uncle Dexter and the servants left, Little Dumpling suddenly raised his head, blinking his big eyes mischievously, "When you proposed to my Mommy, did you expect she would refuse?" He had seen it all through the surveillance footage on the remote-controlled drone! Even Little Dumpling didn’t expect his Mommy to reject The Archfiend’s proposal. And thus, all the surprises The Archfiend personally prepared for his Mommy at Red Queen Town went up in smoke. Looking at Little Dumpling covering his mouth with a laugh, Cyrus raised an eyebrow, "So you expected it?" "Of course!" Little Dumpling wriggled under his arm, trying hard to puff out his little chest, "How could Mommy like someone as greedy as you?" Upon hearing this, Cyrus’s eyes flashed with surprise, "Greedy?" "You’re still denying it!" Kenny’s voice suddenly rose, loudly questioning him, "Didn’t you just treat Mommy’s mouth like jelly? Is that something to eat? You seriously need to reflect on your excessive behavior!" Just as his baby-like voice fell, the sound of coughing, clearly from being choked, came from the living room door. Uncle Dexter, who came to announce that dinner was ready, was flushed, and looked at Cyrus with an amused gaze. Previously, Uncle Dexter thought a princess carry was the limit, and with Cyrus’s cold self-control, he wouldn’t do anything too passionate. Unbelievable... Read full story at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 After Kenny finished speaking, a rare crack appeared on Cyrus’s calm and collected handsome face as he looked at Kenny’s puffed-up little face, his temple vein throbbing. "Elijah Hawthorne, you’ve got some nerve?" Little Dumpling wasn’t afraid of him at all, raising his head and snorting, "As long as I’m here, you’ll never bully my Mommy again!" Cyrus’s lips curled slightly, putting the soft little one down on the sofa gently, pinching his little face, his deep voice carrying a hint of menace, "You mustn’t tell your Mommy these things, got it?" Before Kenny could respond, the phone Cyrus had just casually put on the table rang. He turned around and picked up the phone. [Tomorrow I’ll be going abroad for a business trip for a week.] This message was right next to the previous one – "You can only choose one between being Mrs. Hawthorne and the fiancée" – and inexplicably carried a vibe of fleeing. "Business trip?" Cyrus repeated the words lowly, the curve on his lips deepening. She was running away, not even bothering to use a persuasive excuse. Kenny stood on the sofa, tiptoeing to look, and saw the message Ann Vaughn had sent. "Is Mommy going on a business trip?" The Deep Blue cruise liner sets sail, taking seven days and nights to return to its starting point. Mommy’s business trip excuse was quite on-point! X Country, Moluo High Seas. Far away, the deep blue sea horizon met the sky in a line, the shimmering waves reflecting the clear skies, complementing each other beautifully. A luxury cruise resembling a white bird sailed smoothly on the sea, the gilded letters "Deep Blue" shining brilliantly in the sun. Inside the six-floor garden restaurant, a woman dressed in a light gold dress was being ushered in like a queen, instantly attracting everyone’s attention. Her dress was adorned with tiny diamonds, the waistband was embellished with jewelry, and her overall magnificent charm indicated her notable background. Even the restaurant manager stepped forward to greet her personally, respectfully asking, "Princess Astrid, we’ve arranged the seat with the best view for you, along with your favorite dishes. Would you like to go there now?" "Why haven’t I seen the rumored miracle doctor?" Astrid’s gaze scanned the restaurant, her tone casual, "I heard she’s also on this ship. The princess came specifically to see what makes her so remarkable." "Uh... We haven’t seen Miss Aquarelle either," the manager apologized. Astrid’s entourage, sensing her unfriendly tone, asked, "Does Princess Astrid have business with her?" "Not really," Astrid said with disdain, "I just want to know how she managed to use Eastern medicine, this third-rate thing, to deceive so many people and even earn the status of a deity." Her entourage hurriedly said, "Princess, if she hears this..." Upon hearing this, Astrid snorted, "Would the princess be scared of her? Even their country thinks Eastern medicine is dross, a waste of space even when recycled. How come as soon as it’s abroad, it’s considered treasure? Ridiculous!" The displeasure and ridicule in her words were blatant, not even bothering to conceal her criticism of Aquarelle. It was like she was challenging her in public. Everyone who heard just smiled, no one daring to contradict the esteemed Princess Astrid. Yet, at this moment, a light chuckle came from a side table. Astrid frowned, displeased as she looked at the woman who made the sound, "What are you laughing at?" The woman wore a black off-the-shoulder gown, with dark gold embroidery sketching large roses on the skirt, swaying with her movements, exquisitely beautiful.