Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 834: He Actually Set Her Up!

Ann Vaughn’s ears turned red, and she quickly swallowed the cake in her mouth. "Speaking of which, it’s all your fault for misleading me, making me feel unreal until now."

Cyrus Hawthorne seemed to smile subtly at her words, "If someone hadn’t refused the proposal out of spite over a misunderstanding, it might have felt more real."

Ann Vaughn: !!!

Damn.

He’s seen through me.

She kept quiet, not saying a word, and Cyrus didn’t rush her for an answer, just casually poked her cheek with his cool long fingers.

Often, Ann’s puffed cheeks, a result of her frustration, would be deflated the next second by his poke.

After a few rounds of this, Ann angrily turned her head and bit his fingertip hard, mumbling indistinctly.

"That’s what you get for poking me!"

Cyrus’s cold face was filled with amusement, completely unbothered by her bite, "Embarrassed and angry?"

He slowly added another sentence, "Or do you want to backtrack?"

Ann then raised her furry little head, licked her red lips, and tentatively asked, "...Can I backtrack?"

Cyrus’s smile deepened immediately, like thousands of pear blossoms blooming in Ann’s eyes, so beautiful and dazzling that she felt dizzy without having a drink.

"Looks like you have thought about it," he said, smiling, though there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

Ann’s spine went cold instantly; he was actually baiting her!

...

After a kind of indescribable feeding method, Ann’s lips were kissed until they were red and swollen, and she didn’t dare to speak freely anymore. Nestled in Cyrus’s arms, she behaved like a quail.

There was still half a cake left in the box on the table, originally intended for Little Dumpling. But when Cyrus returned to No. 8, he brought him back as well and had Uncle Dexter watch him sleep.

Because of this, Little Dumpling made a note of it in his little notebook.

Ann was actually a bit tired too. Besides those two plastic brothers, Susie Sommers also came to visit her today. Sherry, Quinn, and Silas Kane all came one after another.

Later, some friends who were on good terms with her also visited one after another, shortening her rest time even more.

But neither the company nor the clinic would slow down because she was sick.

Ann was half-lying, leaning against Cyrus’s chest, holding her phone and reading the work summary report sent by her assistant, occasionally rubbing her eyes.

Cyrus had one hand on her waist, while the other held a document, scanning it quickly.

After staring at the phone for too long, Ann began to yawn, a thin layer of mist forming in her eyes.

So sleepy.

Cyrus turned his head to look at her drowsy appearance, set the document aside, and reached out to take her phone away.

"Read it tomorrow; you need to sleep now."

"You said that ten minutes ago," Ann couldn’t help but yawn again, closing her eyes to soothe their soreness, "There are only a few pages left of the report, and I need to respond to the company tomorrow."

"I’ll handle it," Cyrus’s voice was slightly deep, his brows furrowing.

"Mm, doesn’t that count as you helping me cheat then..."

The soft voice stopped abruptly, followed by the feeling of Cyrus’s shoulder sinking.

Ann, leaning against his shoulder, had fallen asleep the moment she closed her eyes.

Cyrus supported the back of her neck with his palm to lay her down, then pulled the blanket she had kicked aside and covered her.

Having done all this, Cyrus casually set the document aside and picked up Ann’s phone, opening the report she had been troubled by for a long time, and began to read.

The next day.

Several major projects of the Yates Company were suddenly withdrawn by partners, cutting off funds, and the projects had to be suspended, causing incalculable daily losses.

Additionally, several companies they had previously negotiated with but had not signed contracts suddenly turned hostile, expressing no intention to cooperate, dismissively sending Yates Company people back.

Howard Yates called to demand answers, only to find they wouldn’t even answer his calls!

And it wasn’t over yet; companies in the circle avoided the Yates Family like the plague, no longer groveling and flattering as they used to.

While Howard Yates cursed these fair-weather friends in his heart, he received a call from his secretary just after leaving the problematic factory.

The tax bureau conducted a surprise inspection, and the problematic accounts in the company hadn’t been transferred in time!

Before, the tax bureau would always give them a hint before inspections, allowing them to prepare, but now there wasn’t even a whisper, and people were already at Yates Company!

Howard Yates’s vision went dark, and he pinched his philtrum hard to come back to his senses, hurriedly heading to the company.

However, many things can’t be rushed to be dealt with in time.

Under the combined attack of several forces, the Yates Family was already teetering, despite appearances still being glamorous, its core was beginning to rot.

Vinson Ashton didn’t expect things to progress so smoothly, and the timing of the Yates Family’s troubles was much faster than he had anticipated.

It was like... someone was secretly adding fuel to the fire.

But for Vinson Ashton, this was actually a good thing.

Though the price he wanted the Yates Family to pay was still far off.

Howard Yates never imagined that his last straw of hope to save the Yates Family would be someone who wished they were in hell already.

...

Ann Vaughn woke up frightened.

Frightened by the obsession with the report she hadn’t finished reading.

Its horror was no less than her with a freshly written prescription lost due to a computer crash the next second.

She hurriedly grabbed her phone, opened it, and found her assistant’s chat window.

Only to find dozens of conversations she had no memory of.

It was indeed her WeChat, but the person with such a commanding tone on the screen... was it really her?

Looking at the succinct yet profound suggestions on the right, Ann’s mind conjured up the image of Cyrus Hawthorne at a meeting.

Sharp and formidable, as if always invincible.

Ann was completely stunned, realizing that the words she heard before falling asleep last night weren’t an illusion—it was real?

Cyrus had actually helped her handle work matters...Wasn’t he the one who disliked people pushing their work onto others?

Because of this, in Hawthorne Group, no one dared to take advantage of seniority or position to foist their duties onto others.

But now...

However, Ann didn’t think much of it. She was, after all, a patient. Seeing her unwell, it was understandable for Cyrus to make an exception to help her.

Even though she didn’t dwell on it, the entire Imperial Glory Branch’s senior management was buzzing.

Of course, they knew Ann was hospitalized, but couldn’t she still do video meetings remotely? If it wasn’t urgent, they wouldn’t want to disturb her recovery.

But someone tell them, why was there a man in the video??