"Ha?" Sam Sawyer was momentarily caught off guard. "Ha, my foot! Hurry up!" Ethan Carter was so anxious he cursed. That was Tanya Sinclair! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! These people don’t know her prowess now, but back then, Tanya Sinclair was the genius everyone fought over! Which academic bigwig didn’t want a student like Tanya Sinclair to inherit their mantle! If he hadn’t been abroad, he would’ve fought Preston Truman for her! Ethan Carter’s gaze grew profound. He remembered the experimental part was always Tanya Sinclair’s forte. The experimental data she produced were more precise than AI! If he could recruit her... Ethan Carter was so happy at the thought he couldn’t hold back a laugh. "Professor Carter, why are you laughing?" Celine Nash looked over, confused. Ethan Carter coughed lightly and waved his hand, "It’s nothing, just suddenly remembered something happy." Tanya Sinclair walked to the roadside waiting for a car when a young man suddenly approached. Tanya Sinclair warily scrutinized the person. She had an excellent memory and instantly recognized he was the one with Professor Truman and the others earlier. "I’m Professor Ethan Carter’s student, uh... could you leave your contact information?" Sam Sawyer explained, "It’s Professor Carter’s idea. We came today to discuss a government project collaboration with Academician Truman, but there’s a core issue we can’t resolve. If you’re available..." "I’m available." Tanya didn’t wait for him to finish and agreed readily. As long as she could help Professor Truman, she was always available. Tanya Sinclair took out her phone, "Add me on WeChat." "Alright." Sam Sawyer immediately took out his phone and scanned Tanya Sinclair’s WeChat, while secretly glancing at Tanya Sinclair, "Ms. Sinclair, we’re contemporaries. I’ve heard of your name long ago and always wanted a chance to exchange academically with you." Tanya Sinclair smiled, "Then don’t hold too high expectations. I’ve had a five-year hiatus." "Did you take a break?" Sam Sawyer asked curiously. Tanya Sinclair bowed her head and smiled, recalling the five years she spent bedridden, feeling worse than death. She said lightly, "In hell, I died once and crawled back." The car had arrived. Tanya waved goodbye to Sam Sawyer, "I’m heading off." Sam Sawyer politely nodded and, after seeing Tanya Sinclair get in the car, turned and left. From a corner nearby, Cindy Lynn emerged from behind a tree, her phone still in camera mode. She had photographed the entire scene of Tanya Sinclair mingling with that man! Cindy Lynn’s gaze was venomous, tinged with disdain. The man hitting on Tanya Sinclair looked like a poor scholar—sure enough, a cheap person like her would take any man! If not for being a bit clever, Tanya Sinclair would never have married into The Hawthorne Family! Now, Vincent Hawthorne no longer needs her... Cindy Lynn smiled smugly, though her face still hurt. The damned witch! Her hand was merciless! "Cindy." Vincent Hawthorne’s voice echoed. Turning around, Cindy Lynn saw Vincent Hawthorne approaching, his handsome face shrouded in gloom. In all his years, he had never been as embarrassed as he was today! "President Hawthorne, did Declan Pierce give you any trouble?" Cindy Lynn rushed over nervously, eyes filled with concern. Earlier, Vincent Hawthorne had indeed done something that touched and moved Cindy Lynn. He was worried Declan Pierce’s people might harm her and requested Declan Pierce to let her leave first. "No trouble." Vincent Hawthorne replied coldly, "He received a call, I reckon from The Pierce Family side, and left immediately." Cindy Lynn quickly added, "He was just so arrogant, I thought he was impressive! Turns out he’s just a bastard living off the grace of The Pierce Family." Vincent Hawthorne’s eyes filled with disdain as he scoffed, "I heard Declan Pierce’s biological mother was a high-class prostitute who schemed her way into The Pierce Family! With such a background, what standing could Declan have in The Pierce Family?" The true heir of The Pierce Family was Zeke Pierce! This was clear to everyone. Vincent Hawthorne squinted coldly, eyes flickering with chilling light. Today’s humiliation, he wouldn’t forget! After a pause, Vincent Hawthorne looked at Cindy Lynn’s swollen face and felt a pang of guilt and distress. Coercing Tanya Sinclair to brew medicine was because Cindy Lynn had once risked her life to save him. Now, she’s taking a beating because of it... "I didn’t handle this well. I made you suffer; I didn’t expect her to be so ruthless." Vincent Hawthorne frowned as he recalled Tanya Sinclair’s viciousness at that moment. He increasingly felt he no longer recognized Tanya Sinclair! Could it be that the gentle and obedient Tanya Sinclair he once knew was all an act? If so, her acting was incredible! "It’s fine, I just didn’t expect Ms. Tanya to hit you." Cindy Lynn touched Vincent Hawthorne’s face, furrowing her brows in distress, blowing gently. Vincent Hawthorne held her hand and murmured, "I’ll take you to apply some medicine, then send you home to rest. Tomorrow morning, I’ll personally drive to pick you up." "Mm." Cindy Lynn revealed her usual gentle and harmless smile. Her understanding, her calmness, made Vincent Hawthorne feel even worse. He sighed and pulled Cindy Lynn into his embrace. "Cindy, I promise, I’ll make Tanya apologize to you." He promised in a low voice. Cindy Lynn wrapped her arms around his waist and gently nodded in his embrace. Tanya sat in the back seat of the car, unable to calm her tumultuous emotions. Professor Truman is probably never going to forgive her in this lifetime... She closed her eyes, recalling the cold indifference of Professor Truman just now, which made her heart feel stifled and uncomfortable. In the past, Professor Truman took the best care of her because she was young. When they went to the cafeteria to eat, he’d secretly give her an extra chicken leg, slipping it into her tray while the senior brothers weren’t paying attention. Letting her eat more to grow. Tanya’s nose tingled with sourness, and she almost began to cry again. She lowered the car window to let the wind in. A red luxury car approached from the opposite direction. The backseat window of the luxury car was half-lowered, and inside sat a lavishly dressed woman. As the two cars passed each other, Tanya inadvertently glimpsed the woman’s side profile in the backseat, and her pupils trembled fiercely! That face, and the distinctive red mole on the woman’s neck, she’d never forget! The culprit who caused her family’s ruin twenty years ago! The car had already driven far away, but Tanya kept her eyes fixed on the disappearing red car in the rearview mirror, as if hearing her mother’s weak but hopeful voice again. ’Tanya, has Daddy come home? Did you tell him that Mommy is in the hospital? When will he come?’ Seven-year-old Tanya, caught in the rain, had chased after her father and the other woman’s car, falling into a mess of mud. She held the receiver in one hand, wiping away her tears with the other, telling the first clumsy lie of her life. ’Daddy said he was going on a business trip. He’ll be back when spring comes...’ She had overheard her grandfather and the doctor talking in the hallway; the doctor said her mother was unlikely to survive the winter. Just as her mother couldn’t wait for spring, she could never wait for that heartless man to return! Tanya always felt that a part of her was left behind in that rain when she was seven. Every midnight when she dreamt, the rain swallowed her, and in the suffocating feeling of near-death, she saw Sean Lynn and Shelly Sullivan on the shore... The memories were too painful, tormenting her for a long time. Twenty years ago, she was only seven, powerless to do anything. But now, things are different. Tanya’s gaze was as cold as ice, enveloped in intense hatred. Old grudges and new ones, she would settle them all together! "Shelly Sullivan." Tanya whispered in her heart, "The trouble you didn’t snuff out back then has come to claim your life. You better be ready for me." Tanya returned to the company five minutes before the end of her lunch break. But she came face to face with Kyle Crawford, whom she had just removed from the project that morning, carrying a box with a gloomy face as he walked out. The box was filled with his personal belongings. Tanya could tell by the look of it that he’d been fired. Good, the position is freed up for someone normal. "Tanya Sinclair!" As soon as Kyle saw Tanya, his eyes filled with malicious intent, and he charged at her. Ever since the incident with Charlene Preston stabbing someone, several security posts had been added at the main entrance, with guards on 24-hour shifts. At this moment, a security guard noticed the commotion and approached with an electric baton. The tip of the baton crackled with blue sparks. Kyle dared not act rashly. He simply lowered his voice and threatened viciously, "You just wait!" Too many people had said that to her; Tanya didn’t even bother to give him a glance and directly returned to the R&D center. Just as she reached the door, she received a message from Belinda: [Ms. Sinclair, after your lunch break, please come to my office directly.] Tanya didn’t return to her own office, instead going straight to see Belinda. Inside the office, besides Belinda, was a colleague responsible for procuring experimental materials. Belinda sat behind her desk, her phone on speaker, engaged in a call. She glanced at Tanya and gestured for her to have a seat. Belinda continued communicating with the person on the other end of the phone: "President Holloway, we’ve collaborated more than once or twice. The order for experimental materials I placed with you last night, you said was fine, it would be delivered this week. Now you say you can’t work with us anymore, what’s the meaning of this? Did our procurement officer offend you?" The phone emitted President Holloway’s troubled, helpless voice: "Manager Belinda, since we’ve worked together so many times and are familiar, I’ll be honest with you! In a short period, there is no domestic manufacturer willing to sell you experimental equipment." Upon hearing this, Tanya furrowed her brows. Belinda’s face darkened as she inquired further, "What does this mean?" Newest update provıded by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Oh dear, your project’s primary person in charge is Tanya Sinclair, right?" Belinda glanced at Tanya across from her, puzzled: "And what about it?" President Holloway: "Someone our manufacturer can’t afford to offend has put out the word to blacklist her! Anyone taking this order from you can forget about ever getting another one!"