"Div... You’re getting divorced from Brother Hawthorne?!" Cody Crawford almost bit his tongue, "Sis, stop joking." Tanya Sinclair, that titanium alloy lap dog, actually wants to divorce Vincent Hawthorne?? How is this different from the sun rising in the west? "I’m not interested in joking with you, don’t call me sis anymore. Better yet, don’t contact me ever again." She doesn’t want to see any of these cronies around Vincent Hawthorne ever again! Having said that without caring about Cody Crawford’s reaction, Tanya Sinclair hung up directly. Cody Crawford stood there, petrified, shocked for a long while before he digested the news. "Haven’t you finished calling yet?" Rhys Lucas came over, a cigarette between his fingers, and asked right away, "How much longer until Tanya Sinclair arrives? Tell her to bring hangover tea, Vincent just puked from drinking." Cody Crawford turned around slowly, "Tanya Sinclair is not coming." "What?" Rhys Lucas seemed not to hear clearly. Cody Crawford swallowed a bit, "She said that she’s in the process of divorcing Brother Vincent." Rhys Lucas heard it clearly this time. But his first reaction was, Vincent Hawthorne finally came to his senses and decided to kick Tanya Sinclair out! Rhys Lucas said matter-of-factly, "Wasn’t their divorce inevitable? How could someone like Tanya Sinclair be worthy of Vincent? Now that the partnership with Westgard Pharmaceuticals has been snagged by Cindy Lynn, Tanya Sinclair is worthless and naturally will be swept out by The Hawthorne Family." Is that really the case? He looked back and saw Vincent Hawthorne holding a half-empty bottle of liquor, walking unsteadily out of the private room. In the middle, a hot girl in a tank top and shorts approached him, hooked her hand around his neck, said something he couldn’t discern, and Vincent Hawthorne drunkenly pushed her away forcefully. "If you don’t want to meet, then fine, lunatic!" The hot girl, pushed painfully, cursed angrily. Vincent Hawthorne reeked of alcohol, clearly drunk and confused. "Where’s Tanya Sinclair? Tell her, if she doesn’t show up within half an hour... she’ll bear the consequences!" Cody Crawford watched this scene with a complex expression, he helplessly said, "Forget it, I’ll call Tanya Sinclair again." But this time, when the number was dialed, he realized he had been blocked. Rhys Lucas frowned slightly, took out his phone: "Let me call." Among Vincent Hawthorne’s friends, Rhys Lucas was the closest to him, which made Tanya Sinclair ingratiate herself with him the most. Although last time Tanya Sinclair, out of nowhere, dared to confront him physically, she didn’t complain to Vincent Hawthorne about him deliberately hitting her with a car, indicating she didn’t want to make things big. She simply wanted to continue pleasing him. Reluctantly, Rhys Lucas dragged Tanya Sinclair out of the blacklist and called her, holding back his disdain. The result was nothing but busy tones and he couldn’t get through. Cody Crawford noticed Rhys Lucas’s face turning sour and rubbed salt into the wound: "Bro, looks like she blocked you even earlier than me." The most update n0vels are published on novel⚑fire.net That night Tanya Sinclair slept in the children’s bedroom, sleeping deeply and peacefully, dreamless until dawn. After waking up, she personally cooked breakfast for the two children, then went to wake them up. Aunt Tawny saw the three of them so harmoniously happy and genuinely felt happy for Tanya Sinclair, she didn’t disturb and stayed in her room without coming out. Soon after breakfast, Tanya Sinclair received the draft divorce agreement sent by Zane Shaw. She carefully read through it twice. Although she had signed a prenuptial agreement with Vincent Hawthorne earlier, Zane Shaw still fought for some marital assets for her in the divorce agreement. Zane Shaw: "Ms. Sinclair, these assets are deservedly yours. I’m confident I can get them back for you." Tanya Sinclair trusted Zane Shaw’s competence. "I will leave it to you, Lawyer Shaw." "Regarding the custody of the two children, Ms. Sinclair, prepare yourself mentally, even if it ends up in court, the best we can hope for is to secure custody of one of the twins for you." Tanya Sinclair paused: "Both children are mine, I won’t let go of either." "Lawyer Shaw, I have other bargaining chips that will make Vincent Hawthorne compromise. Rest assured, when it truly comes to the courtroom, I will inform you in advance." "Alright." Zane Shaw didn’t say more, "Is this version of the divorce agreement settled then?" "Then tomorrow morning, I’ll take this version of the divorce agreement and personally go to Zenith Group to meet Vincent Hawthorne." "Alright, thank you, Lawyer Shaw." "You’re welcome, Ms. Sinclair, just part of my job." Tanya Sinclair put down the phone and returned to the master bedroom, glanced at the wedding photo that had somehow been rehung on the wall, with no emotion in her eyes. She walked into Vincent Hawthorne’s clothing closet, found in a corner an inconspicuous box containing the gifts she prepared for him over the years. Piled together with clothes that are out of season. Inside were the lotus specimens she made for him when she was fifteen; the wishing stars she folded for him when she was seventeen; the tickets for the front row at the concert of his favorite band when she was eighteen — she emptied her savings and queued all night for them... and the scarf she knitted for him. One winter night, he put it around Cindy Lynn’s neck. Tanya moved all these to the backyard and burned them. "Madam, what are you burning?" Aunt Tawny happened to pass by and asked. Tanya casually replied, "Just some expired trash." Fifteen years of entanglement, bit by bit, she burned it all clean with a fire. Daisy Bell’s flight arrives at five-thirty in the afternoon. Tanya arranged her schedule and made an appointment with a realtor to visit The Goldenwater Bay Villa at three o’clock. With the help of the realtor, she went in smoothly. The realtor kept introducing how great the villas here were until his mouth was dry: "Mrs. Hawthorne, is there anything you are interested in?" Tanya looked through the materials handed by the realtor and stopped on one page, "This Villa No. 78 looks nice. Take me to check it out." The realtor readily agreed. Tanya looked out the window, her gaze slightly cold. Right next to No. 78, is the No. 79 villa she is truly interested in. There’s about a five hundred meter gap between the two villas with a stretch of greenery in between. Taking advantage of the realtor temporarily answering a client’s call, Tanya bypassed the greenery and directly walked to the gate of Villa No. 79. There was a strong sense of life inside, clearly, someone lived there continuously. As Tanya was observing, she suddenly saw a silver-grey luxury car approaching from a distance, she quickly moved away and hid behind the greenery. The luxury car stopped in front of the gate of No. 79, and the driver got out and opened the rear passenger door. "Mrs. Lynn, we’re here." A graceful and dignified lady stepped down from the car. Tanya could see the woman’s face clearly, and at once clenched the lush branches beside her, which had tiny spikes that cut her palms, but Tanya was oblivious. She stared fixedly at the woman getting out from the car, a deep hatred erupting from her eyes. This seductive face she’d never forget till death! ’Are you Charlotte Sinclair’s daughter?’ The empty corridors of the hospital echoed as the woman’s red high heels tapped against the floor, finally stopping before the seven-year-old Tanya Sinclair. Shelly Sullivan’s long nails pinched her face, forcing her to look up directly. ’Tsk, so small yet already so promising, you look just like your mother...’ Shelly Sullivan squinted her eyes, curled her red lips, and slowly leaned close to Tanya’s face, a venomous and malicious expression in her eyes, ’What good is having just looks? Your mother, that incompetent woman couldn’t keep a man, and now she’s near death... ha, I bet you’ll be a short-lived wretch too.’ ’Don’t curse my mom! You shameless mistress!’ The young Tanya Sinclair’s eyes reddened and she charged at the woman like a mad little beast, kicking and punching her. ’Little brat!’ Shelly Sullivan slapped her hard and knocked her to the ground. Her ears buzzed and blood surged from her nose, she wiped it off as if unbothered and climbed back up, lunging at the woman, fiercely biting onto her neck. Shelly Sullivan cried out in pain. Her father, Sean Lynn, rushed over, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from Shelly Sullivan, and kicked her in the stomach. Tanya Sinclair was kicked to the ground; this time, she barely had the strength to get back up. It hurt... but what truly pained her for years was the heartless look in her father Sean Lynn’s eyes, wishing he could kill her. The father in her memory, who once lifted her high above his head, gentleness and warmth radiating from him, had turned into a demon, shouting at her viciously. ’Little beast, what do you want?!’ Tears of grievance and indignation rolled down the corners of her eyes; as a child, she didn’t understand why her father had changed. ’Daddy, I’m Tanya...’ she weakly said in a small voice. Yes, her nickname wasn’t Tanya, it was Candy. A name given by her father Sean Lynn. ’I hope my beloved daughter’s life is like candy, only sweet, never bitter.’ How ironic, that the start of all her life’s miseries was given by him! Tanya Sinclair sneered, her heart filled with icy coldness. She had been wondering how to find Shelly Sullivan and Sean Lynn, those scum of a man and woman, unexpectedly, the owner of Villa No. 79 at Goldenwater Bay was Shelly Sullivan! A realization flashed through Tanya Sinclair’s mind. Cindy Lynn, Sean Lynn... her pupils constricted suddenly, could it be! "Mom." Cindy Lynn’s voice emerged. Tanya Sinclair hid further back, only seeing Cindy Lynn’s figure, following tightly behind Shelly Sullivan, emerging from the car!