Vincent Hawthorne listened to Father Hawthorne’s words, silent for a moment. That night when Tanya Sinclair suggested she wanted to lead the team independently and collaborate with Westgard Pharmaceuticals on an outsourcing basis, Vincent Hawthorne outwardly agreed, but inside, years of pent-up dissatisfaction and darkness had already surfaced! Seven years ago, it was indeed because of Tanya Sinclair that he secured the position of general manager, entered the board, and became the youngest director of the group. But for this, he also endured quite a bit of humiliation! Many people gossiped behind his back, questioning his capability, saying he could only rely on a woman! It was only after Tanya Sinclair was in a coma for five years that time diluted these past events. Now, few at Zenith Group remember Tanya Sinclair’s former glory, naturally not mentioning that he rose with the help of a woman. But this time, if Tanya Sinclair manages to renew the contract with Westgard Pharmaceuticals against all odds, these past events will surely be unearthed! Whenever Vincent Hawthorne thought about these, a surge of inexplicable anger and an untellable jealousy towards Tanya Sinclair brewed within him. He secretly contacted Father Hawthorne, and after discussing with him, they decided to stabilize Tanya on one hand, while quietly cultivating Cindy Lynn, shifting resources towards Cindy Lynn! Now he got what he wanted, but divorce... Vincent Hawthorne hesitated: "Dad, after all, Tanya Sinclair is the biological mother of my two children. In the future, if she behaves and stays home to support the family and educate the children..." Father Hawthorne coldly interrupted: "Enough! Having such a biological mother will only be a stain on Caden’s life!" Vincent Hawthorne: "..." Indeed, Tanya Sinclair’s background is too low. Even if she bears the halo of a genius, in the eyes of people in their circle, she’s just a small-town scholar selling her intelligence and always unworthy of a place at the table. Father Hawthorne: "Alright, there’s no rush in dealing with Tanya Sinclair these days. First, announce the renewal of the contract with Westgard Pharmaceuticals to suppress the incident of last night’s bar fight! Tomorrow night, take Tanya Sinclair back, and have her dress properly. I will arrange for reporters to take photos and promote your deep love as a couple." Such a combination of tactics would thoroughly turn the tide of public opinion and maintain Vincent Hawthorne’s perfect image of a good man. Vincent Hawthorne hung up the phone, got up, and quickly washed up. Leaving the guest room, he walked to the staircase and saw the shattered glass of the wedding photo across the wall. Vincent Hawthorne frowned slightly and also remembered that last night, in a fit of anger, he smashed Aunt Tawny’s phone. He walked down the stairs, hearing noise from the kitchen, smelling the aroma of breakfast. Vincent Hawthorne instinctively thought it was Aunt Tawny. Aunt Tawny had worked for The Hawthorne Family for over twenty years. Besides Flora brought in by the old lady, Aunt Tawny was the most trusted by her. Offending Aunt Tawny really wasn’t worth it... Vincent Hawthorne paced to the kitchen, planning to compensate Aunt Tawny with an extra two months’ salary. "Aunt Tawny, this month’s salary, I’ll... " Vincent Hawthorne hadn’t finished his sentence when he first saw Cindy Lynn in an apron coming out of the kitchen. "Vincent, you’re awake?" Cindy Lynn said considerately, "It’ll be five more minutes for the steak to be ready, then breakfast can be served." Vincent Hawthorne: "...Why are you making breakfast? Where’s Aunt Tawny?" Cindy Lynn blinked innocently. "I don’t know, when I got up, Aunt Tawny wasn’t here. And..." Cindy Lynn said helplessly, "the hot porridge spilled on the floor last night, Aunt Tawny didn’t clean it up. I just cleaned it. Maybe she’s angry." Vincent Hawthorne’s expression grew colder by two degrees at her words. Even an old servant dared to show a temper with him! "Don’t worry about her." After Vincent Hawthorne spoke, he noticed Cindy Lynn was wearing his shirt. At 166cm, she wasn’t particularly short among women, and his shirt fell to mid-thigh on her, but when she tiptoed to fetch something, the shirt hem rose, revealing dazzlingly white thighs, almost exposing her underwear edge... Vincent Hawthorne quickly averted his eyes, "Why aren’t you wearing the clothes I gave you last night?" "I was afraid Ms. Tanya would be upset if she found out. She already dislikes me... If she knew I wore her clothes, she’d be even angrier." Cindy Lynn explained aggrievedly, "Vincent, do you also mind me wearing your shirt? I’ll change immediately; my clothes should be dry by now..." "No need to trouble yourself." Vincent Hawthorne pinched the bridge of his nose, "After all, no one else is home; just wear it for now. Change when you leave." Vincent Hawthorne went to sit in the dining room, and shortly, Cindy Lynn brought out breakfast. "Thank you, you worked hard." Vincent Hawthorne took the tray, finding a perfectly seared steak, beautifully and intricately plated. The side dishes were asparagus, mushrooms, and broccoli. "Try it, I hope it suits your taste." Cindy Lynn sat across from Vincent Hawthorne, resting her chin on her hands, tenderly and expectantly awaiting his feedback. Watching Vincent Hawthorne eating the breakfast she made, Cindy Lynn felt a subtle sense of happiness, as if Vincent Hawthorne had already become her husband, and she was his virtuous newlywed wife. If it weren’t for Tanya Sinclair being in the way, she’d long have this kind of life! "Delicious." Vincent Hawthorne commented, "The steak is perfectly seared, and the vegetables taste good too." Cindy Lynn showed a satisfied smile: "I truly envy Ms. Tanya, being able to make you breakfast every day." Make him breakfast every day? Vincent Hawthorne recalled Tanya Sinclair’s ruthless words from last night, eyes growing cold, forcefully cutting a piece of bloody steak, and shoving it into his mouth. After breakfast, Cindy Lynn naturally tidied up the dining table. "Cindy," Vincent Hawthorne said, "the contract signed with Westgard Pharmaceuticals, it’s being delivered directly to the company this morning, right?" With Cindy Lynn’s confirmation, Vincent Hawthorne was completely assured. "When it’s time, bring the contract to my office. I’ll have the Promotion Department issue an announcement to make it formal." As it was getting late, Vincent Hawthorne said, "Jonah Rivers will be here soon, go change your clothes." "Okay, President Hawthorne." Cindy Lynn returned to the master bedroom, closed the door, grabbed her charging phone, and opened her email. An email from Westgard Pharmaceuticals popped up. [Manager Lynn, it’s regrettable that the proposal you provided did not pass the internal review...] Is it possible that Westgard Pharmaceuticals didn’t choose her, but chose that bitch Tanya Sinclair?! Cindy Lynn gripped her phone tightly, her eyes darting around in panic. No, she must find a remedy before Vincent Hawthorne finds out that she couldn’t secure the Westgard Pharmaceuticals deal! A man’s silhouette suddenly jumped into Cindy Lynn’s mind. Clinging to it like a lifeline, she quickly called Julian Poole. The moment he picked up, Cindy Lynn cried helplessly, "Senior, I really don’t know who else I can turn to. You have to help me..." Ten minutes later, Cindy Lynn gathered her things and came down from upstairs, walking out with Vincent Hawthorne. Jonah Rivers was already waiting in the car outside. Seeing Cindy Lynn and Vincent Hawthorne walking shoulder to shoulder out of the villa, his eyes nearly bulged out. They were so close they could almost link arms! If Madam saw this scene, wouldn’t she be heartbroken?! By the way, where is Madam? Did Cindy Lynn drive her away in anger? As the two of them approached, Jonah Rivers prepared his facial expression. Vincent Hawthorne, with gentlemanly poise, opened the rear car door for Cindy Lynn, and they sat side by side in the back seat. Cindy Lynn leaned slightly forward, tapping her hand on the back of Jonah Rivers’ seat, "Special Assistant Rivers, thank you for coming to pick us up." Jonah Rivers forced a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, "It’s no trouble." Vincent Hawthorne sat there, his long legs clad in black trousers, with his head slightly lowered, looking at his phone. WeChat had already popped up with a string of messages. Because of the video of him fighting in the bar last night, he’s become a hit in his circle of friends. Vincent Hawthorne scrolled through the unread messages, with none from Tanya Sinclair. The incident blew up so much; Tanya Sinclair couldn’t possibly not know the impact of public opinion on him! To think that last night, he acted for her! The Tanya Sinclair of the past would have jumped out at once to defend him, but now... Vincent Hawthorne stared at Tanya Sinclair’s inactive profile picture, gritting his teeth. That woman is as good as dead! Rhys Lucas called at this moment. He got straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth, "What was that video about? How did you end up fighting with President Poole of Nexus Technologies in a bar? What kind of stunning beauty could make the two of you fight for her?" In Rhys Lucas’s impression, Tanya Sinclair was just a timid bumpkin, always holed up in the lab doing experiments, even wearing long pants to cover herself tightly in the hottest weather. He couldn’t associate Tanya Sinclair with bars at all. Not to mention that woman in the video, who, although her face was blurry, exuded charm all over with her red dress and curly hair. Vincent Hawthorne initially wanted to hang up the moment Rhys Lucas asked the first question, but he paused suddenly when he heard the latter part. He furrowed his brow and pressed further, "Do you know that guy?" "Not that I know him well, just that, two months ago, when I attended Old Master Walsh’s birthday celebration representing my family elder, I saw him sitting at the same table as Old Master Walsh," Rhys Lucas paused, his tone cryptic, "He was the only young person at that table!" That remark hinted strongly at Julian Poole’s powerful background. If even Rhys Lucas couldn’t get to that table, and yet that man casually sat there... Vincent Hawthorne’s eyebrows knitted even tighter. He hadn’t expected Tanya Sinclair’s adulterer to be such a big shot! Official source ıs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 Anyone who could sit with the Minister of Defense could have any beauty he wanted. Why would he fancy someone like Tanya Sinclair, who has already had two children? Vincent Hawthorne’s gaze turned icy, intuitively certain that Julian Poole was just acting on a whim! Tanya Sinclair certainly looked stunning last night, astonishingly beautiful under the bar’s lights. Even before recognizing her, he had been entranced by her! And Tanya Sinclair didn’t return home all night, and when the power went out, Julian Poole was nowhere to be seen as well... Vincent Hawthorne’s expression grew more severe. "I’ll hang up first." He said coldly and cut off the call before Rhys Lucas could respond, immediately dialing the secretary’s office. The secretarial department arrives half an hour before the other departments. The call connected instantly. "President Hawthorne." Vincent Hawthorne spoke coolly, "Go to the R&D department and check if Tanya Sinclair is there." Apart from the company, that woman, Tanya Sinclair, has nowhere to go. Sitting beside him, Cindy Lynn’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. Yet Vincent Hawthorne heard the hesitant voice coming through the phone. "President Hawthorne, I think there’s no need to check... Manager Sinclair is definitely not around." Vincent Hawthorne frowned, "What do you mean?" At this moment, the secretary noticed the resignation letter left on the table by Tanya Sinclair earlier. After confirming it twice, he reported truthfully, "Manager Sinclair... she has resigned." Vincent Hawthorne, who had been leaning against the seat, sat bolt upright, his voice unable to suppress its rise, "What did you say?!" She actually dared to resign! But having not returned the whole night and not being at the company, where could Tanya Sinclair have gone? A thought suddenly jumped into Vincent Hawthorne’s mind; could she be with that adulterer Julian Poole from last night?!