Tanya Sinclair woke up early and sent messages separately to Caden and Joy: [Good morning, darlings, remember to have a good breakfast.] She had both the children’s small phone numbers, and although she couldn’t be with them all the time, she wanted them to know that their mom was there. When Tanya Sinclair was ready to head out the door, she received a reply from Caden. Just a simple: [Okay.] A few seconds later, another line came: [You too.] A few seconds after that, Caden sent a photo of breakfast, catching Joy in the corner of the picture playing on her phone, but not responding herself. Tanya Sinclair felt a bit disappointed but was more joyful that her son was gradually accepting her. But this joy was quickly interrupted. As Tanya Sinclair stepped out of the neighborhood gate, her phone suddenly rang wildly. She looked at the phone display, her expression turning cold, and she directly hung up the call. She knew very well why Vincent Hawthorne called; around this time, he must have seen her resignation letter through his secretary. Ha... It’s just a resignation, it’s hardly anything major — Zane Shaw hasn’t even appeared yet. When Vincent Hawthorne called again, Tanya Sinclair found it bothersome and blocked his number. Anyway, if they need to discuss divorce face-to-face, Zane Shaw, acting as her attorney, would contact her. Tanya Sinclair walked to the nearby breakfast stand, "Boss, I want a basket of steamed dumplings, a meat bun, red bean porridge, and two boiled eggs to eat here." Today was her first day working at Westgard Pharmaceuticals as a project manager; she needed a full stomach to have the energy to work! "Tanya?" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind. Tanya Sinclair turned around, looking surprised at Julian Poole who was a few steps away. "Julian Poole, what are you doing here?" Julian Poole smiled and casually pointed to the neighborhood she had just walked out from, "I live here." Tanya Sinclair’s eyes widened slightly, smiling, "What a coincidence, I live here too. I’m in Building One..." "Shh." Julian Poole made a quiet gesture, "You’re a girl; don’t reveal your house number outside." Tanya Sinclair picked up on the advice, "You’re right, I was just so happy to see an old friend." Julian Poole was dressed quite casually today: a crisp white shirt with a matching tee underneath, paired with jeans and casual shoes, making him seem refreshingly clean like a young gentleman. He was handsome but not at all aggressive, making him very approachable. Though, there was a little bruise on his lip, and he had a band-aid stuck to one side of his face. Seeing his injury, Tanya Sinclair felt guilty. "About yesterday, I’m really sorry..." Julian Poole clasped his hands behind him and stepped closer to Tanya Sinclair, smiling, "Then treat me to breakfast." "Huh?" Tanya Sinclair didn’t catch on immediately. Julian Poole looked into her eyes, reminding her, "Didn’t you say you’d treat me to a meal as a formal apology last night?" "But just a breakfast seems too..." "Who said just one?" Julian Poole smirked leisurely, "I plan to take advantage a bit, so, over the next week, you’ll handle my breakfasts." A week or even a month wouldn’t cost much. Tanya Sinclair didn’t have a reason to refuse. "Sure. What would you like? I’ll order for you." "Beef noodles, please." Tanya Sinclair: "I’ll add a fried egg for you." Julian Poole gazed at the lively sparkle in her eyes, feeling a tingling sensation as if a current passed through his heart. He watched the silhouette of Tanya Sinclair walk into the store, the curve of his lips never fading. Julian Poole pulled out his phone and made a call to Adjutant Sullivan, who managed all his needs within the country. "Adjutant Sullivan, I want to purchase an apartment, and I need to move in today. If purchasing isn’t possible, renting is fine. It should be in the neighborhood across from Westgard Pharmaceuticals..." Tanya Sinclair had already ordered his beef noodles and turned around to ask him, "Julian, do you want it spicy?" Julian Poole smiled and gestured okay. After Tanya Sinclair turned away, he continued leisurely, "Adjutant Sullivan, preferably in Building One." Meeting Tanya Sinclair here today was no accident. He had learned from Daisy Bell that Tanya Sinclair was likely starting her collaboration with Westgard Pharmaceuticals, which prompted him to drive nearly an hour here on a gamble, hoping to encounter her. Unexpectedly, fate was kind to him... Julian Poole hadn’t noticed at all that a black Maybach was parked on the roadside some distance behind him, and the man in the back seat’s sharp, cold eyes were shooting an eerie chilly glare, wishing he could bore holes into Julian. Janne Hayes, sitting in the co-driver’s seat, felt almost frozen by the low air pressure from someone in the back seat. "Mr. Hayes," Declan Pierce spoke frostily, each word dripping ice shards, "You recognize this person, don’t you? Go deal with him." Google seaʀᴄh 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 Janne Hayes could only muster his courage, open the door, and head straight towards Julian Poole. Among the many companies under The Pierce Consortium, which spans worldwide, finance, real estate, media, artificial intelligence, and new energy technology are its five key pillars. And as the personal assistant to the second young master of The Pierce Family, Janne Hayes naturally has a grasp of every pillar industry. Julian Poole, the tech prodigy who’s been stealing the spotlight in recent years, has crossed paths with Janne Hayes at several tech forums, making them acquaintances. Julian was about to help Tanya carry breakfast from the shop when he heard the familiar voice. Turning around, he saw the reaction of the approaching person, and his eyes flickered with a hint of surprise. Before he could finish his polite greeting, Janne collapsed towards him, clutching his chest. "Oh no! My heart..." Janne appeared to be in pain, struggling to breathe, as he clutched Julian. "President Poole! I... I think my heart condition is acting up. Please take me to the hospital immediately!" Julian was bewildered by this sudden scene. "Mr. Hayes, since when do you have a heart condition? I never heard you mention it before?" Naturally, as he just found out himself. Janne didn’t explain, just kept clutching his chest and crying out in discomfort. "President Poole, quickly... quickly! I can’t breathe! I might be dying!" He turned back to look at the breakfast shop. More and more people were coming in for breakfast, and Tanya was busy carrying her steamed dumplings to the table, then turning back to ask the owner for meat buns... Julian glanced again at Janne, who seemed to be dying, and finally had no choice but to support Janne’s arm and help him into his car. Tanya had just set their breakfast on the table, but when she turned around, she found Julian had disappeared. She was puzzled and then received a voice message from Julian. Julian: "Tanya, I ran into some urgent business here—it’s a matter of life and death, so I have to leave. I’ll eat breakfast tomorrow." The tone indeed sounded urgent. Moreover, since it was a matter of life and death, there was no way Tanya could complain. "Alright, you take care of it first." Tanya looked at the bowl of beef noodles in front of her, feeling a bit troubled. She couldn’t finish it all by herself. Just then, a call came in from an unknown number. Tanya hesitated for a few seconds and answered it. "Hello, who is this?" And then a man’s highly recognizable voice came through. "It’s Declan Pierce." The voice carried a trace of laziness, inexplicably sexy. As of today, Declan would be her key sponsor. Tanya’s tone turned respectful and polite: "President Pierce, is there something you need?" Declan pressed his tongue against his cheek and said coolly, "Just a reminder, it’s your first day at work, don’t be late." "Don’t worry. I live right across from the office, so I definitely won’t be late." Tanya glanced at the steaming beef noodles in front of her, her eyes shifting as she suddenly asked, "President Pierce, are you going to Westgard Pharmaceuticals today?" She knew that for The Pierce Family, Westgard Pharmaceuticals was insignificant, and Declan might not have time to come in person. Tanya immediately asked, "And have you had breakfast? Should I bring some for you?" Declan: "...What are you bringing?" "How about beef noodles? I’ll add a fried egg for you." Her tone was gentle and harmless as usual. Just like back in college times. Because she was usually too sweet and proper, her little schemes, even when occasionally revealed with a bit of cunningness, wouldn’t raise suspicion. Declan squinted at her with a complicated expression from inside his car, seeing Tanya sitting there from afar. ...Breakfast bought for another man, she was trying to pass off as for him! "Add more meat." His tone was unfriendly as he added. "Sure thing." Tanya replied with a mischievous smile. Great, the bowl of beef noodles wouldn’t go to waste. She hung up the phone and called over the server, "Hi, could you pack this bowl of beef noodles for me and add more beef?" Meanwhile, at Zenith Group. Vincent Hawthorne had an unpleasant look on his face all the way there. Getting off the car, he suppressed his anger and told Cindy Lynn, "Once the contract with Westgard Pharmaceuticals arrives, come find me in the office." After speaking, he didn’t bother with Cindy walking behind, and strode into the exclusive elevator back to his office. Tanya Sinclair’s resignation notice was already placed on his desk per his request. Vincent stared at it darkly. Tanya had signed and stamped every required section, and in the resignation reason column, she had written: "Stomach issues from constant nausea caused by women and their lovers." Vincent was so infuriated he tore the resignation notice to shreds! "Tanya Sinclair, if you have the guts, never come back to beg me!" "President Hawthorne..." Jonah Rivers timidly knocked on the door and entered. Seeing the torn papers and Vincent’s furious state, he cautiously said, "There’s a guest you must see..." "I don’t care who it is; tell them to come back another day!" Vincent was too angry to want to see anyone. Jonah braved himself and said, "...This person, you might really have to meet. He’s the divorce lawyer, Zane Shaw, appointed by Madame. He’s here today to discuss the divorce with you."