Tanya Sinclair didn’t know Jonah Rivers’ intentions, but asking her to call Vincent Hawthorne again was impossible. When she was eighteen, Tanya Sinclair loved doing things that were akin to putting a hot face on a cold backside, but now at twenty-seven, she found it too chilly. Before Tanya Sinclair could say anything, a call came in first. Seeing the caller ID, Tanya Sinclair’s eyes instantly brightened. She nodded politely to Jonah Rivers and turned, quickly walking out while answering the phone. The person on the other end was now the principal of Northwood University. He had been reassigned two years ago and had worked at the Ministry of Education before. Principal Preston and Tanya Sinclair’s grandfather, Horace Sinclair, were practically lifelong friends. Since the fall of the Sinclair Family, the old acquaintances had been out of touch, and those people naturally enjoyed not being in contact. Only Principal Preston, during holidays, would send greeting gifts to the clinic, even if he couldn’t come personally. That’s why Tanya Sinclair put on a thick face this time and took the initiative to contact Principal Preston. Currently, her project proposal only lacked the last two precise experimental data. The equipment she needed from Vincent Hawthorne was crucial for the experiment. Actually, this morning, after rejecting Vincent Hawthorne’s suggestion to cooperate with Cindy Lynn, Tanya Sinclair had a faint premonition that the equipment might not arrive smoothly at her lab today. So she contacted Principal Preston in advance. Currently, there are only three such pieces of equipment in the country, one of which is at Northwood University, in the research institute led by Principal Preston. Tanya Sinclair had called Principal Preston in the morning, but he didn’t answer at the time, so she left him a message. Besides simple greetings, she directly explained her intentions to borrow the equipment from his research institute. "Tanya, after so many years, finally received your call again." Principal Preston was also filled with emotion hearing Tanya Sinclair’s voice; he had heard about her becoming a vegetative patient. "I’m really happy that you woke up." Tanya Sinclair smiled, "Thank you, Uncle Preston, for caring." She was not good at saying pleasantries, and with time indeed being tight, Tanya Sinclair further asked, "Uncle Preston, I’d like to borrow the research institute’s equipment today, is that possible?" "It’s convenient, however, I’m out having a meal now. An hour later, I have to head to the airport to fly abroad to attend an academic conference. I have the institute’s key with me..." Tanya Sinclair hurriedly said, "Could you send me the location? I’ll come to get it right now!" Principal Preston sent Tanya Sinclair the location of a business hotel. Tanya Sinclair immediately hailed a cab there. Meanwhile, Principal Preston was sitting in a private room, putting down his phone, and apologetically saying to the other two people at the table, "Sorry, Minister Ford, Mr. Pierce, it was the granddaughter of an old friend calling to borrow the research institute’s key. She’s a graduate of Northwood University, so it indirectly considers her my student." The meal today was arranged by Minister Ford from the Technology Department, and the young man next to him was Declan Pierce. Minister Ford said, "I just heard you call that student Tanya, is it Tanya Sinclair from those years at Northwood University?" Declan Pierce, listening on the side, paused slightly in cutting his steak at the mention of Tanya Sinclair’s name, but quickly returned to normal, elegantly and unhurriedly bringing the juicy steak with streaks of blood into his mouth. "Yes, yes, that’s her." Principal Preston spoke with a hint of pride in his voice. Back then, Tanya Sinclair’s fame was indeed great, and that’s why a big shot like Minister Ford still remembered her after all these years. Minister Ford nodded, then couldn’t help but ask, "With someone as talented as Tanya Sinclair, logically she should have shone brightly in the research field post-graduation. Why did she become silent instead?" Principal Preston was not quite sure about the specifics either, "This..." "Because she got an illness that doesn’t kill but lowers intelligence." Declan Pierce suddenly lazily interjected. Minister Ford looked at him puzzled, "Oh? What kind of illness?" Enough to severely affect intelligence! Declan Pierce picked up a napkin, leisurely wiped the corner of his mouth, and then softly uttered three words, "Love-struck mind." Principal Preston: "..." Downstairs in the lobby, a taxi stopped at the entrance. Tanya Sinclair scanned to pay, thanked the driver, and hurriedly opened the door to get off, heading straight for the main entrance. She didn’t notice at all that inside the glass floor-to-ceiling window on one side, Vincent Hawthorne was sitting. Cody Crawford and Rhys Lucas, sitting next to Vincent Hawthorne, naturally saw Tanya Sinclair rushing in. Too hurried, as she entered, she even stumbled on the steps, nearly falling. Tanya Sinclair used her hand to brace herself on a nearby white jade lion statue, fearing it might be bruised, her face turned pale as she frowned slightly. But she didn’t bother with it and pushed the door open straightaway. Cody Crawford clapped in place, remarking, "Tanya Sinclair really treats Vincent’s words like an imperial edict, even after ten years." Rhys Lucas also sneered coldly, finishing the remaining wine in his glass. "Even training a dog wouldn’t be this obedient." In less than half an hour, Tanya Sinclair could rush over from Zenith Group. She must have immediately hailed a cab as soon as she saw the message from Vincent Hawthorne! Vincent Hawthorne sat lazily on the sofa, gazing calmly at Tanya Sinclair’s anxious look as she entered the room and searched around. The frustration that had been pent up within him was completely dissipated. Half an hour ago, he had sent Tanya Sinclair two messages, but she hadn’t replied. Initially, Vincent Hawthorne was a bit worried she wouldn’t show up, but now it seems he was overly concerned. After all, she was really afraid he’d become truly angry. It was Tanya Sinclair’s first time here, the lobby on the ground floor was exaggeratedly large, and she looked around trying to find a way upstairs. Principal Preston had given her the location of the private room, located on the third floor. But to Vincent Hawthorne and the others, her appearance seemed like a headless fly anxiously roaming around the lobby. This isn’t an ordinary business hotel, even booking a place outside of the main hall is difficult. Booking a private room requires verifying the identity of the diners, it’s not something that ordinary wealthy people can book. Therefore, the people dining here are either rich or important; Tanya Sinclair, in her simple attire, surely stood out. As the restaurant manager walked over to Tanya Sinclair, seemingly intent on ejecting her, Cody Crawford felt a bit embarrassed for her. He wanted to call out, but as soon as he raised his arm, Rhys Lucas pressed it down. "Why concern yourself with her?" Rhys Lucas cast a cold glance toward Tanya Sinclair, enjoying her embarrassment. It was indeed inappropriate for him to intervene, after all, she wasn’t his wife... Cody Crawford looked at Vincent Hawthorne, but Vincent merely swirled his tea cup in the air, adopting the attitude of a detached observer. Of course he wouldn’t just stand by, after all, no matter what, Tanya Sinclair is his wife. It’s just that she needs to learn a lesson; recently, his Mrs. Hawthorne had been quite disobedient. Vincent Hawthorne thought it through clearly. When the manager was about to kick Tanya Sinclair out, at the moment she felt most embarrassed and helpless, he would naturally step up to help her out... However, the scene that followed did not unfold as Vincent Hawthorne had anticipated. The manager walked over, and after saying something to Tanya Sinclair, and having her show him her phone, he suddenly became courteous and led Tanya Sinclair to the elevator hall behind a screen on one side. The teacup spinning at Vincent Hawthorne’s fingertips came to an abrupt stop. "Is Tanya Sinclair going upstairs?" Cody Crawford craned his neck to look over. Rhys Lucas only glanced over before withdrawing his gaze. He wasn’t surprised at all, letting out a mirthless laugh, "We just ate in the second-floor hall, didn’t we? Tanya Sinclair must have shown him Vincent’s photo. The manager had to give some face to President Hawthorne of Zenith Group." Coldness fleeted across Rhys Lucas’ eyes. Tanya Sinclair, this woman, really knows how to rely on the powerful. No wonder she managed to bully Cindy Lynn to the brink of resignation within less than a month after waking! Vincent Hawthorne also absorbed Rhys Lucas’ words. Apart from that, there really wasn’t any other explanation. Vincent Hawthorne glanced at his phone; Tanya Sinclair hadn’t sent him any message or called. She was probably worried that he was still mad and didn’t dare disturb him. When they first started dating, it was also . There was a time when Vincent Hawthorne was troubled by family matters, and Tanya Sinclair happened to bring him some soup she’d made. She got in the line of fire and he snapped a few harsh words at her. He then locked himself in his bedroom and played games for several hours. Until late into the night, when he felt a bit hungrily, he opened the door only to see Tanya Sinclair asleep on the couch in the living room. The floor, which he had splattered with soup, was cleaned up by her. She curled up into a small ball, and on her face were traces of tears from her grievance. The moonlight fell on her face at that time, gentle yet chilly, in that gentle cold moonlight, he could even see the tiny hairs on Tanya Sinclair’s face... Vincent Hawthorne remembered how he felt at that moment, realizing that he was indeed moved by Tanya Sinclair. If he hadn’t cared for her, they wouldn’t have reached the stage of marriage. Vincent Hawthorne softened; he put down the tea cup, intending to call Tanya Sinclair, lest she go upstairs and search for nothing. However, as soon as Vincent Hawthorne opened Tanya Sinclair’s contact number, ready to call her, Cindy Lynn’s call came in. He thought for half a second and pressed answer. "Cindy, what’s up?" The most update n0vels are published on NoveI[F]ire.net Rhys Lucas, expressionless, picked up the wine bottle, poured some into his glass, and downed it in one go.