If they could count cards, they would have made their fortune in the casino long ago. Who would come to them as a female companion then?? Cassidy’s eyes showed a hint of surprise as she looked at Ann Vaughn, who had returned to Cyrus Hawthorne’s embrace, with deep meaning in her eyes. "I didn’t expect that it was President Hawthorne’s companion who won. According to the previous agreement, the losers have to accompany the winner..." Before Cassidy could finish her words, Ann Vaughn interrupted, "That’s not necessary. Firstly, none of you are as handsome as my dear, secondly, none of you are as gentle and considerate as my dear, and thirdly, none of you are as pleasing to the eye as my dear, so please don’t upset me." Cyrus Hawthorne’s stern face appeared unchanged, but the smile in his narrow eyes seemed capable of melting the frost. He didn’t expect that in the little one’s mind... he was both gentle and considerate, as well as handsome and pleasing to the eye? But Cassidy’s smile almost faded from her face. This woman must be blind, right? Which of them isn’t more gentle and considerate than this ascetic Hawthorne Reaper? "In that case, what do you want?" Cassidy adjusted her facial expression and asked, "We can offer you lots of gold and silver jewelry, and even diamond mine claims." "I won’t make things difficult for you," Ann Vaughn mimicked Austin’s tone earlier, saying word by word, "I’m just not sure how much you think a week of your time is worth, and what you could trade it for." Austin and Eames’ faces changed slightly. For some reason, they captured the same cunning from this seemingly weak woman that Cyrus Hawthorne had. If Ann Vaughn had fallen into their hands, for a week they could do whatever they desired with her, wouldn’t it depend entirely on their mood? But now that they’ve fallen into Ann Vaughn’s hands, it’s akin to being grasped weakly by Cyrus Hawthorne... "I will trade the land south of Grendall in exchange. How does President Hawthorne and this lady feel about that?" Cassidy’s face could no longer maintain the smile, and his voice became heavy. When he used that piece of land as bait, he never thought he would overplay his hand. If he had lost to Cyrus Hawthorne, he would have had no words. Yet it was to a woman he underestimated... "Quinn, what do you think?" Ann Vaughn turned her head to Cyrus Hawthorne. Cyrus Hawthorne squeezed her cold little hand and in a calm voice answered, "It’s your item, do as you wish." Cassidy’s eyes narrowed slightly. "It’s just a piece of land, to me, it’s worthless." Ann Vaughn tucked her hand into Cyrus Hawthorne’s coat pocket for warmth, smiling brightly, "But it’s okay, not everyone is valuable, recognizing one’s worth is important." "..." Cassidy couldn’t help but laugh angrily, seeing Ann Vaughn actually despise his piece of land, his green eyes filled with anger more than interest, "This young lady certainly has a sharp tongue." Previously, Hawthorne Group wanted that land to the south, and it depended on whether or not he agreed to give it. Now that he was willing to give it, yet he encountered Ann Vaughn’s disdain. Where on earth did the Hawthorne Reaper find such a cunning woman?! Seeing Cassidy had given up the land of Grendall, Austin and Eames could only endure the heart-wrenching pain, leaving their possessions behind and departing. After they all left, Ann Vaughn clutched the vineyard land ownership contract and the mining agreement to Cyrus Hawthorne. "I thought they would go back on their word, there was no evidence anyway, I wouldn’t be able to hold them accountable." Cyrus Hawthorne relished her treasure-displaying appearance, his thin lips let out a pleasant soft laugh, "They don’t dare." Even if their hearts bled, they dared not renege. Ann Vaughn naturally knew that the reason they dared not do so was because of Cyrus Hawthorne’s influence. But underestimating her was also one of their reasons for a complete defeat. She indeed hadn’t played this kind of game, but sitting by Cyrus Hawthorne’s side observing round after round, she had grasped the rules to some extent. Moreover... when Cyrus Hawthorne sat at the gambling table, he had already conveyed the winning techniques to her. "Did you guess they would play this card, so you taught me earlier just as a precaution?" Ann Vaughn’s head suddenly lit up with a flash of insight. Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression remained indifferent, yet his narrow eyes were so deep it was chilling, "What do you think?" Ann Vaughn gulped, shrinking her neck timidly, "...You’re too scary." Late night in The Imperial Capital. The Yates Family was brightly lit, the study still illuminated until the early morning hours. "At the latest by tomorrow, this matter will be made public. If we miss this opportunity, once the Family Head returns to the country, it will be hard to find another chance to act." Howard Yates sent the information out, admonishing Miyi Yates in front of him. Thıs content belongs to 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 Miyi Yates furrowed his brows, "Dad, is this really okay? If it arouses the Family Head’s displeasure..." "That doesn’t matter." Howard Yates waved his hand, "The Family Head can’t remain unmarried forever. Can you just watch him marry someone else?" "...I can’t." Miyi Yates bit her lip, looking at the things on Howard Yates’ desk, with mixed feelings of joy and worry. No one understood the Family Head better than her. So unless it was absolutely necessary, she didn’t want to easily do anything that would cause him annoyance. But this time... he and Ann Vaughn had set foot on the Bixi cruise together. When they returned seven days later, who knew if they might reconcile with each other again because of it? She couldn’t wait any longer. Howard Yates refreshed his phone interface several times, but there was no movement, even his tone carried an anger. "These marketing accounts, I don’t know what’s going on with them, they took the money but didn’t do their job properly. Two days have passed, and nothing has been seen online!" Miyi Yates’ eyes flickered, recalling what Leo Lowell and Levi Lowell had said before. [The young master seems knowledgeable about every type of weapon. Though it’s hard to believe, we suspect those blueprints were drawn by him personally.] [He’s also extremely skilled in computer technology, the alarm system at Villa No. 8 was personally developed by him.] These messages not appearing online could it be related to Ann Vaughn’s son? Thinking about it, Miyi Yates said, "Dad, I know a few hackers, let me handle this matter. Who knows how long we’ll have to wait with the troll army." Howard Yates was also a bit annoyed. Hearing her say that, he nodded, "Alright then, I’ll leave it to you. Just make sure not to leave any traces." The room’s transparent glass window reflected rippling waves, with seagulls occasionally flying past. The planned visit to the underwater passage was canceled due to Ann Vaughn’s unexpected monthly visitor. She was even ordered by Cyrus Hawthorne to stay in the room, not allowed to go anywhere. Ann Vaughn put on a medicated patch, changed clothes and stepped out of the bathroom, only to hear the doorbell ring. Just as she was about to collapse on the bed, she pulled herself together, feeling irritated, and went to open the door. As soon as she opened the door, before Ann Vaughn could clearly see who it was, she felt something heavy in her arms.