Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 857: The Real Sheridan Heiress

The internet gossip had no impact on Ann Vaughn at all.

On the day of the banquet, she was pulled out of her deep sleep early in the morning for styling, makeup, and outfit changes, without a moment’s pause.

Compared to her drowsiness, everyone in the Sheridan Family was taking tonight’s banquet very seriously, being extremely cautious, fearful of the slightest mistake.

In a daze, Ann Vaughn almost thought this was not a banquet, but a wedding.

She lowered her eyes to look at the ring she had threaded with a silver chain and wore around her neck, her thoughts drifting away...

Finally, as night fell, everything was ready.

The venue was The Camellia Hall in the second villa, a place Shuhua Vaughn frequented for dancing, flower arranging, and painting when she was alive.

Since Shuhua Vaughn’s death, it had been sealed off until recently reopened.

Even before the banquet began, the topic of the "real Sheridan daughter" had already been thoroughly chewed over by the guests, discussed back and forth.

But due to the Sheridan Family keeping the news under wraps, outsiders still didn’t know who the "real Sheridan daughter" was, fuelling their curiosity about her true appearance.

Not only were the guests curious, but the viewers in the livestream were also eager to know what Actor Sheridan’s real sister looked like.

The filming equipment was managed by Wilder Sheridan’s agent, initially intended to capture Ann Vaughn’s moments today, now conveniently used to clear up the online gossip.

——My god, a Persian carpet worth six figures per square, just being trampled all over like this, it pains me to watch! Isn’t this just too extravagant and wasteful?!

——To the commenter above, you think it’s extravagant, but maybe in their eyes, the value of a carpet is nothing worth mentioning, everything in this hall is priced way beyond we ordinary people’s imagination.

——No wonder Ann Vaughn went to such lengths to cozy up to Actor Sheridan, once she latches onto this golden opportunity, wouldn’t she go from rags to riches? Taking shortcuts is certainly more appealing than hard work, isn’t it?

——Am I the only one who thinks Ann Vaughn’s appearance mysteriously resembles Actor Sheridan? Blind guess here that Ann Vaughn is the real Sheridan daughter!

——Hahaha, the commenter above wants to make me laugh to death, Ann Vaughn is not even fit to carry shoes for Stella, okay? If she’s the real Sheridan daughter, I’ll eat shit live!

The agent felt embarrassed looking at those comments attacking Ann Vaughn and was about to have the moderator ban them when a gasp came from beside him, prompting him to instinctively look up.

The lights in The Camellia Hall focused on the spiral staircase to one side of the platform, illuminating the scene above.

Dressed in a deep blue plaid suit, Eli Sheridan stood on the left, his hair slicked back neatly, revealing a smooth, full forehead, less cold, and exuding more steadiness.

Wilder Sheridan, on the right, in a white tailcoat, looked like an elegant, noble little prince, his upturned eyes bringing a sense of unruliness.

Standing between them was Ann Vaughn, in a long gown of deep blue with a starry gradient.

The strapless design highlighted her beautiful shoulder and neck line, and a faint silver shimmer sparkled on her collarbone, with the same colored sash tied on her frost-like white wrist, fluttering lightly with her steps, creating a celestial aura, like a river of stars.

Standing between her two handsome brothers, she didn’t get overshadowed in the slightest, but rather became even more captivating.

The livestream, previously flooded with gifts, was, in an instant, struck like by a bolt of lightning.

——Damn, how come the woman standing next to my brother looks so much like Ann Vaughn?!

——That’s Ann Vaughn, you idiot! I’m done, did those gossipers grow up drinking dodgy milk? Can’t tell the difference between family affection and love!

——I have been cursing at my idol’s real sister for so long! Is it still not too late to go back and delete my comments QAQ?

——I always wondered, what is Ann Vaughn’s cheat story, renowned international doctor, balances beauty and capability, once had a fling with The Hawthorne Heartthrob, and now transforms into the Sheridan daughter... How can the gap between people be so vast?

——Where’s that grandchild who said he’d eat shit live if Ann Vaughn was the Sheridan daughter? We’ve prepared something warm for you!

Naturally, regardless of the frenzy in the livestream comments, the people on site at the banquet were still unaware.

"Everyone must have heard, our Sheridan Family has a little daughter lost outside for years." Stanley Sheridan introduced Ann Vaughn to the audience as he led her over, "We’re grateful to the heavens for allowing us to find her at last."

"Her name is Ann Vaughn, and I hope everyone present will take care of her in the future."

A round of applause erupted from the audience.

"Sweetie, let your dad take you to meet your uncles." Old Mrs. Sheridan turned her head gently towards Ann Vaughn.

Ann Vaughn nodded, "Okay."

Thus, this scene unfolded at the banquet—

Ann Vaughn, holding Stanley Sheridan’s arm, greeted the guests, while Eli Sheridan and Wilder Sheridan followed her, one holding her purse, the other holding her gown to prevent her from stepping on it.

Their willingness to help stirred envy in the surrounding female guests.

The livestream was flooded with envy.

——Don’t be fooled by their display of affection; the moment the banquet ends, they’ll likely be turning their backs. Where’s the real kinship in wealthy families?

——How hasn’t the sourness of so many lemons suffocated you?

After getting acquainted with most of the people she needed to, Ann Vaughn was taken to the dance floor by Eli Sheridan.

Wilder Sheridan, a step behind, could only gaze at his older brother with a wistful look.

Luckily, after a dance with Eli Sheridan, Ann Vaughn didn’t forget him, or else the boy might’ve rolled around on the floor then and there.

This is why, despite being the same age, Ann Vaughn always viewed Wilder Sheridan as an unruly child.

"Chairman Sheridan, you’re truly blessed to have such an outstanding daughter."

"Indeed, although Miss Sheridan is still young, I heard that the cancer cell inhibitor she developed has benefitted many patients suffering from cancer, truly admirable."

"If there’s ever any need in the future, Chairman, you must pull some strings for me with Miss Sheridan."

The partners standing next to Stanley Sheridan couldn’t help but lavish praise.

In the past, whenever he heard the partners praise his two sons, Stanley Sheridan always kept a stern face, saying they were too kind.

Now, hearing them praise his daughter, Stanley Sheridan’s authoritative image completely crumbled, wrinkles forming at the corners of his smiling eyes.

"Of course, Ann needs all the care you can provide."

"Rest assured, Chairman, we uncles will surely do our best."

While they conversed happily there, Ann Vaughn and Wilder Sheridan had finished their dance.

"It’s a bit tiring dancing this long, I’ll go sit in the resting area for a bit," Ann Vaughn said to Wilder Sheridan, then started towards the resting area.

Wilder Sheridan was just about to follow when a group of debutantes surrounding him stopped him.

As he glanced once more in Ann Vaughn’s direction, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Sis!"