Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1103: Gentleman Scoundrel

However, more than this, Ann Vaughn was curious about who Nathan Hawthorne was speaking to, as he kept talking to himself for so long without a response.

Unfortunately, the curtain was too thick to see anything.

At this moment, Stephen walked to the other side of the curtain and respectfully said to Nathan Hawthorne, "Sir, everything is ready, and we can start at any time."

"Has Wade Lowell arrived?"

"He has arrived, and as per your instructions, he will be in charge of Ann Vaughn’s matters here. I will be watching throughout, and if he makes any unusual moves, I will immediately restrain him."

Nathan Hawthorne nodded in satisfaction and said calmly, "Then let’s begin now."

To avoid any unexpected events.

"Yes."

As the voice beside her fell, Ann Vaughn clearly felt the atmosphere in the laboratory change suddenly, and a bad premonition surged in her heart.

The various precise instruments detecting her body’s data in real-time, the S-class drugs on the shelves, and the blood transfusion tubes connected at both ends...

Could it be that they intend to...

As the horrifying thought just arose, Ann Vaughn’s train of thought was interrupted.

Wade Lowell had somehow arrived at her operating table, and his simple white lab coat somehow exuded the aura of a high-end luxury brand, restrained yet cold, like a flower on a high mountain, untouchable.

While talking sideways to the researchers beside him, he put on gloves and took out an anesthetic needle from the cart.

His eyes, veiled by silver-rimmed glasses, were cold and indifferent, looking at Ann Vaughn as if she were a stranger, without any emotion.

As if the person who lost control that day and pressed Ann Vaughn onto the experiment table, grabbing her slender waist and kissing her hard, was not him at all.

"Hypocritical scoundrel," Ann Vaughn muttered under her breath.

Her voice was light, and the other researchers didn’t hear it, but Wade Lowell, closest to her, heard it clearly.

Then, without any hesitation, he pushed the anesthetic needle into her vein.

Ann Vaughn’s gaze froze, her eyelids slowly drooping until they were completely closed.

"Begin the operation," Wade Lowell said blandly, adjusting the blood transfusion tube clasp on Ann Vaughn’s wrist. With a light flick of his fingertips, a streak of blood shot up from the transparent tube.

The researchers beside him responded in succession, following Wade Lowell’s actions.

Seeing this scene, the weight in Stephen’s heart finally settled.

Fortunately, he hadn’t misjudged people.

"Sir, although I don’t know why you suspected Wade Lowell, it seems now you can rest assured," Stephen turned his head and, with immense relief, said to Nathan Hawthorne, placing his right hand over his chest.

Nathan Hawthorne gave a perfunctory "hmm," and his gaze, which fell on the other operating table, was significantly softer.

He had been waiting for this day for ten years, and now he could finally fulfill his wish.

Just one step away, just the final step...

Suppressing the agitation in his heart, Nathan Hawthorne turned to Stephen and said, "When Zeke wakes up, she’ll be hungry. Have the kitchen prepare her usual favorite meals and snacks, and make sure there’s Qingluo Cake ready to eat when she wakes."

"Also, bring a few extra sets of clothes; she has a cleanliness habit, and after the surgery, she’ll definitely want to change. Prepare toiletries just in case."

"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll instruct someone to prepare right away." Seeing the rare liveliness on Nathan Hawthorne’s face, Stephen felt extremely relieved and nodded as he left.

However, he had barely left when Stephen hurriedly ran back, his face full of anxiety.

"Sir, something major has happened! Cyrus Hawthorne has surrounded the entire island with people, aiming dozens of new handheld cannons at the base gate, demanding we hand over Ann Vaughn or face the island sinking to the sea, sending us to hell!"

The softness in Nathan Hawthorne’s eyes instantly vanished as he glanced at Wade Lowell’s back and frowned, "Who did you say?"

"Cyrus Hawthorne!"

"Are you sure it’s the real Cyrus Hawthorne?"

Stephen immediately handed over a tablet, "This is footage captured by the surveillance, see for yourself."

Several yachts were anchored on the sea outside the base, with more than twenty powerful cannons aimed in all directions at Zeus Base, the dark barrels seemingly gleaming with a cold light, intimidating to behold.

On the yacht closest to the island, a tall and slender figure stood on the deck, his features strikingly handsome, with eyes like painted brows, harboring a chilling edge. Even through the screen, one could feel the overwhelming aura emanating from him.

No one else could fit the description but Cyrus Hawthorne.

Seeing this, Nathan Hawthorne’s eyes narrowed, his expression changing uncertainly.

Stephen’s voice was urgent, "Sir, what should we do now? The surgery has already started, and if it’s suddenly interrupted, Miss won’t survive!"

"Alright, why panic?" Nathan Hawthorne said calmly, "As long as we still have Ann Vaughn, no matter how powerful he, Cyrus Hawthorne, is, he wouldn’t dare act recklessly. You stay here and watch over them; I’ll go and check."

"Sir, let me go, Miss Sterling needs you more by her side..."

"It’s not urgent at this moment," Nathan Hawthorne said with an indisputable tone, "He wants to see me; your going will be of no use."

Stephen could only agree.

After Nathan Hawthorne left, Stephen immediately ordered to strengthen the defense around the laboratory, ensuring that not even a fly could get in.

No matter what, they must hold on until the surgery is completed, and the Miss is safe...

"Ah——"

Someone suddenly screamed, startling Stephen to turn his head, only to be shocked by the scene before him.

Wade Lowell, who was supposed to be performing surgery, had at some point knocked out the researchers in front of both operating tables, and was now gripping Zeke by the throat, lifting her up.

The whole process was smooth and unhurried, as if they were shooting a movie.

But Stephen watched with his heart tightened, almost losing his breath.

"Wade Lowell, what are you doing?! Let go of Miss Sterling!"

"I thought it was something else, turns out to be an old man," Wade Lowell’s cold gaze swept over Zeke’s face before he tossed her beside Ann Vaughn’s operating table, removing his gloves while gently supporting Ann Vaughn up.

"Don’t be reckless!" Stephen shouted sternly, pressing the remote button in his hand forcefully.

Why did Nathan Hawthorne arrange for the surgery to be in this laboratory?

It was because this laboratory, from the ceiling to every tile on the floor, held hidden mechanisms, and no matter where one stood, once the remote was pressed, there would be no escape.

——Normally, that should be the case.

But in reality, no matter how much Stephen pressed the remote, the tile beneath Wade’s feet showed no reaction, as if it was malfunctioning.

Stephen looked astonished.

"Surprised why the thing in your hand doesn’t work?" a familiar voice came from behind Stephen at this time.

Josiah Keaton stood by the fish tank, hands in his pockets, holding a remote identical to Stephen’s, with a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.