Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 855: Mysterious Woman

The eyes beneath Ann Vaughn’s sunglasses curved like a new moon. She helped the waiter distribute the utensils and then said, "I should be thanking you all, Wilder has been well taken care of by everyone on the set."

"Oh, no, no, Actor Sheridan always looks out for us as well."

"Except for always having a stern face and a short temper, Actor Sheridan is really easy to get along with!"

Upon hearing this, the kid burst out, "Hey, hey, you better be responsible for what you say! Who’s got a short temper?!"

Wilder Sheridan highly suspected these people were planted by his rivals to tarnish his reputation in front of his sister!

A burst of good-natured laughter came from the crowd.

Compared to the jovial atmosphere here, in a corner on the other side, the ambiance was freezing over.

A woman in luxurious costume sat on a lounge chair, holding a steaming cup of coffee. Her heavy makeup couldn’t hide her sullen and ugly expression.

"It’s just Epicure Restaurant, what’s so amazing about it? They act like they’ve never eaten in their past lives, how rustic?" The assistant sneered, watching the lively scene at the dining table.

The woman snorted through her nose, her expression softening slightly.

At this moment, a staff member came jogging over.

"Mia, the director asked me to invite you; the food is quite sumptuous."

"Is that so?" Rachel Miller fanned herself with her hand and declined politely with a smile: "Sorry, my stomach isn’t quite right, I probably can’t handle such a variety of food. You don’t need to mind me, my nutritionist will be here soon."

This left the staff member feeling awkward as he helplessly returned to the long dining table.

The person next to him saw what happened and asked what was going on. He lowered his voice and said, "She’s like someone from above, living like a celestial being, how could she fancy the food of us mere mortals?"

"Tch, isn’t it just pandering to the powerful? Do you believe if Actor Sheridan came to invite her, she’d be willing to eat even crap?"

"But Actor Sheridan has to fancy her too..."

Rachel Miller is the lead actress in this film, but unlike Wilder Sheridan, who was initially handpicked by the director for the lead male role, she got this role by snatching it from other young actresses and through the recommendation of the sponsors.

It’s not that she was deeply in love with this role and had to play it.

Moreover, with Wilder Sheridan as the male lead, which single actress wouldn’t want to use the opportunity of filming to catch his attention?

If he takes a liking to her, it’s like having one foot in the door to the high society.

At the very least, she could latch onto his fame and get her own surge of popularity; it’s all profit with no loss.

But with the film almost shot halfway, Rachel’s schemes clanked fruitlessly against the wall as Wilder Sheridan treated her as invisible since the very beginning, let alone creating any ambiguity; there wasn’t even a half-second worth of eye contact!

And now a mysterious woman with seemingly deep ties to Wilder Sheridan has appeared, how could Rachel Miller possibly sit still?

"Help me do something." Rachel stared at the two standing not far away, motioning her assistant to come closer as she whispered something in her ear.

...

Ann Vaughn originally intended to leave after visiting the set, but who knew Wilder Sheridan negotiated with the director for half a day off and took her out to have fun.

From the arcade to the underground boxing ring, then to the largest water park in Marinia, and even skydiving... Wilder’s usual excuses to lure Ann to Marinia came into full play this time around.

However, one project after another, the sibling duo who had initially boasted about playing till exhaustion ended up sprawling on the grass like two limp prawns, utterly worn out.

When Wilder was clamoring to go to the next stop, Ann mercilessly sent him back to the set.

Remembering that The Sheridan Group was not far from here, Ann Vaughn reported the address to the taxi driver.

Eli Sheridan’s office was on the twenty-seventh floor, and Ann went straight up through the front desk, then explained her purpose to his secretary.

"Do you have an appointment?" The head secretary adjusted the glasses on her nose and asked indifferently.

"He hasn’t been answering his phone," Ann Vaughn shook her head slightly, "Could you please help pass on the message that Ann Vaughn is here waiting for him?"

An hour from now is meal time, and she came to find Eli Sheridan to go home for dinner together.

But doing this seemed somewhat impulsive; she should’ve at least told him first...

"Our Mr. Sheridan is still busy," the head secretary pointed to the lounge in front, "Could you please wait for a bit, and I will relay the message after Mr. Sheridan finishes."

"Thank you," Ann nodded in gratitude, walking cheerfully to the lounge.

Once the lounge door closed, two other secretaries carrying documents approached and asked gossipily, "Is that girl who just went in a suitor of Mr. Sheridan? Just her figure alone already outshines those previous women; Mr. Sheridan is bound to be moved, right?"

"Don’t equate Mr. Sheridan with those who only care about sex. If nothing unexpected happens, Mr. Sheridan’s other half is likely his work, no doubt."

"So who exactly is that girl?"

The head secretary adjusted her glasses, glanced at them coldly, "Just a brazen woman, what’s there to be curious about? Get back to work."

"Alright~"

Time ticked by, and the lingering twilight over The Sheridan Group building gradually dimmed until nightfall.

The office door opened, and Eli Sheridan walked out.

"Mr. Sheridan, the car is ready downstairs," the head secretary greeted with a smile.

Eli Sheridan nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, you can all leave for the day."

"Alright, Mr. Sheridan, take care."

Just as Eli Sheridan was about to leave, he noticed light coming from the lounge through the corner of his eye and asked, "Who’s still in the lounge?"

As the head secretary was about to answer, the secretary behind her piped up first, "Mr. Sheridan, it’s a young lady who said she’s here for you and has been waiting inside since before dark."

The head secretary’s face darkened.

"What’s her name?" Eli Sheridan frowned slightly.

If it were those socialites pestering by coming to the company, he would ignore them without hesitation.

"She said her name is Ann Vaughn."

Sweetie?!

Eli Sheridan’s eyes sharpened, striding towards the lounge with a sense of urgency, and upon pushing open the door.

He saw Ann Vaughn lying on her side asleep on the sofa, with half of her cheek pressed to redness, adorably charming.

The room temperature was just right, but the coffee on the table had long gone cold, indicating she’d been waiting there awhile.

Watching his sister’s quiet and lovely sleeping face, Eli Sheridan inexplicably felt reluctant to wake her, gently carried her on his back, and walked out of the lounge.

"Mr. Sheridan..." The head secretary was waiting outside; when she saw Eli carrying Ann Vaughn out, her eyes widened behind her glasses.

As Eli Sheridan was about to step away, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and looked at the secretaries, speaking distinctly.