Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 835: The Lakeside Thespian Award

And it’s the CEO of Hawthorne Group, Cyrus Hawthorne!

The executives trembled, until the man spoke in a deep voice, "She’s still sleeping, I’ll take this meeting for her."

The information in his words was so vast that the executives couldn’t digest it.

Although the executives had much respect and fear for Cyrus Hawthorne, they couldn’t deny his unique insight and profound strategy in business that made them admire him greatly.

So after the meeting, rumors about Cyrus Hawthorne and Ann Vaughn spread throughout the company.

"Did you hear? Mr. Hawthorne and President Vaughn are together, I heard they’re getting married soon!"

"I heard Mr. Hawthorne and President Vaughn are married, they’re on their honeymoon abroad these days!"

"You’re outdated, I heard President Vaughn has already had a second child, she’s currently in the hospital for postpartum confinement!"

"..."

By the time these rumors reached Ann Vaughn, they had evolved into a grand melodrama that almost choked her with the chicken soup.

The imagination these people have is truly impressive, it’s a pity they’re not screenwriters.

Initially, Ann Vaughn thought that Cyrus Hawthorne occasionally broke the rule, just helping her handle some documents and take meetings was already exceptional.

However, for two whole days, she was not involved with work, as Cyrus Hawthorne did not allow her to be distracted by trivial matters, thus delaying her rest.

--This man, who in the past would start working without fully recovering from a serious illness, taking work more seriously than his own health, now because she spent less than two minutes discussing contract modifications with her assistant, didn’t take her medicine, he turned cold-faced.

He even explicitly forbade her from working in the hospital room, yet he let Mark Joyce bring most of the documents to the room, working while keeping an eye on her, such a double standard it’s ridiculous.

Ann Vaughn failed in her protest and half-lay on the hospital bed like a salted fish, resignedly scrolling through her phone, looking quite aggrieved.

While scrolling, a piece of news about "Yates Enterprise on the verge of bankruptcy, may be acquired" caught her eye.

However, she wasn’t surprised at all. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The fall of the Yates Family from their high position was almost inevitable.

--With Hawthorne Group, Veridia Group, along with Vaughn Family and Sheridan Family, these four powerhouses collectively working to suppress, who else but the Yates could fall?

The established fact was such that whether she looked at it or not mattered little, Ann Vaughn directly swiped the notification away and sent a comforting message to Wilder Sheridan, who was snarling wildly in WeChat.

But Wilder Sheridan didn’t calm down; instead, he got even more excited.

--Y: Sis, I found that you have changed.

--Little Rose: ?

--Y: You actually dedicate your screen debut to outsiders! Did you forget your brother me who won The Lakeside Thespian award?!

Puff!!

Ann Vaughn almost died of laughter at his "The Lakeside Thespian award," making her wounds tingle slightly with pain.

Getting a light glance from Cyrus Hawthorne, who was sitting on the sofa, she immediately stifled her laughter to avoid further tearing her wounds.

--Little Rose: You mean "Towards the Phoenix," right? How did you know when the movie hasn’t even premiered yet?

--Y: Is that the point!!

Although feeling wronged that his sister’s screen debut wasn’t paired with him, Wilder Sheridan confessed honestly.

The director of the "Towards the Phoenix" crew had collaborated with Wilder Sheridan before, and the two would occasionally chat when they were bored.

It happened one time the director, probably by accident, sent a video meant for the work group to Wilder Sheridan.

It was precisely the original video clip of birds being attracted when Ann Vaughn played, and although the director retracted it quickly, Wilder Sheridan saw it.

So he made some indirect inquiries, and finally managed to pry open the director’s mouth a little, learning about Ann Vaughn’s accompaniment and cameo in "Towards the Phoenix."

The kid almost exploded on the spot.

He hadn’t even partnered with his sister in acting yet!

"Towards the Phoenix"! Why!?

It was so unfair.

After hearing the whole story, Ann Vaughn was amused and exasperated, replying: They’re paying me a cameo fee, you don’t have to.

A sibling discount provides all assistance for free.

The kid’s mood immediately turned from gloomy to sunny, and he secretly went through the scripts he received recently, looking for roles suitable for his sister.

The roles can’t be too many, otherwise she’d be tired of filming, but not too few either, they must highlight her importance, ideally with interactions with his character...

If his agent knew this was how he was selecting scripts, they’d probably cry out of frustration.

Before Wilder Sheridan could figure it out, Ann Vaughn’s lunch was delivered.

Hearing the commotion, the Little Dumpling who was napping on Cyrus Hawthorne’s leg woke up, and after being carried to wash his face and hands, he wasn’t as sleepy.

During the days Ann Vaughn was unconscious, Cyrus Hawthorne feared she’d wake without seeing him, so he went several days and nights without closing his eyes.

Kenny worried about his mom, as well as his father’s health, therefore his spirits hadn’t been as good these past couple of days.

"Did mommy’s medicine arrive?" Little Dumpling, tucked under Cyrus Hawthorne’s arm, turned his small body to look at the food cart.

"Yes." Seeing him reaching over there, Cyrus Hawthorne took him over.

The Little Dumpling pulled out two silver needles from his sleeve, opened the lid on the medicine bowl, and tested for poison expertly.

That careful little look made him seem so much like Ann Vaughn.

Cyrus Hawthorne raised his brows lightly, glanced at Ann Vaughn on the hospital bed, and asked with a faint smile, "Did you teach him?"

Ann Vaughn felt embarrassed, "How would I teach the baby to hide sharp objects in his sleeve? He probably imitates me from watching often..."

Before hiding the Golden Needle in her sleeve, she usually applied a thin transparent layer on the needle.

If acupuncture is needed, removing the thin film allows usage without needing to sterilize again.

But if it’s for self-defense, she doesn’t need to consider too much.

After inspecting both the medicine and food Ann Vaughn was about to consume, the Little Dumpling put the silver needle back, his little face serious and delicate.

"It’s safe, no poison, mommy can eat with peace of mind."

"Pfft." Ann Vaughn burst into laughter at his antics, but didn’t tell him the food and medicine were personally prepared and delivered by Cyrus Hawthorne’s people to avoid discouraging Little Dumpling’s vigilance.

"Thank you, darling, mommy is very reassured!"

The Little Dumpling immediately puffed up his chest proudly, "The baby can get things done, unlike some adults!"

"No favoritism allowed." Cyrus Hawthorne gently tapped his little bottom to scold him, then put him down.

The food on the trolley was abundant and lavish, comparable to a five-star restaurant standard.

But Ann Vaughn could eat very little, often staring at the food in their bowls with longing.

Little Dumpling would secretly slip a piece of fried rib to Ann Vaughn when Cyrus Hawthorne wasn’t looking to tease her.

When Cyrus Hawthorne turned back, the mother and son acted as if nothing had happened, with their heads down looking very calm.

If only they lifted their heads, they wouldn’t miss the indulgence and affection in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes.