Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 866: I Don’t Want You as My Daddy Anymore!
Three days later, VIP passage at K Country airport.
Princess Astrid was surrounded by numerous bodyguards as she walked forward, arms crossed and brows furrowed, appearing to be in a low mood.
The person in charge walking behind her wouldn’t stop talking, chattering incessantly in her ear.
"What a terrible attitude Imperial Glory has in this cooperation, daring to make our esteemed princess wait so long, truly ungrateful!"
"Isn’t our daily three calls to Imperial Glory in the past clear enough to express our sincerity? Imperial Glory is simply taking advantage, and I think their claim that the boss has disappeared is just an excuse!"
"Princess, do you see now? Only our country’s companies are the most trustworthy, let those short-sighted lower beings from S Country go to hell!"
One complaint after another, endlessly.
Princess Astrid was so annoyed by the noise that her head started to hurt, and she couldn’t take it any longer. She stopped and looked at him.
"Enough is enough. Besides, it was my sudden decision to come here, firstly Imperial Glory wasn’t aware so they couldn’t prepare, and secondly, don’t resort to personal attacks, their boss is this princess’s lifesaver!"
Only then did the person in charge fall silent, muttering under his breath but still harboring much resentment towards Imperial Glory.
At this moment, a group of people approached from across the passage.
The man at the forefront wore a modest yet luxurious snow-white uniform, with a glowing medal on his chest. His face was turned to the other side, so his appearance could not be clearly seen.
When Princess Astrid turned her head to look over, the man happened to pass by her side.
In a fleeting glance, she saw a woman wrapped in an overcoat in the man’s arms.
The small part of the woman’s face that was exposed gave Princess Astrid an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Princess, princess?" The person in charge saw Princess Astrid not moving, and nudged her shoulder.
Princess Astrid suddenly snapped back from her thoughts and exclaimed, "Isn’t that Ann Vaughn?!"
After speaking, she chased after them in her high heels while pulling out her phone to call Ann Vaughn’s assistant.
Back home, after receiving Princess Astrid’s call, the assistant thanked her solemnly and immediately called Cyrus Hawthorne.
At the same time, Kenny also received the news.
The Little Dumpling didn’t rush to trace clues in the direction of K Country but instead investigated Warren Vance’s whereabouts and how to enter Gothasen.
Gothasen is located in a foreign land, and the screening for outsiders is already strict, not just anyone can enter.
What’s more troublesome is that Warren Vance’s whereabouts are top secret. If one tried to breach the protection net to steal information, it would take some time.
——Spade J: There has been too much internal turmoil in Gothasen recently, their defenses against the outside are like a fortress, making it very hard to get in or out.
——My King: But it’s not entirely impossible, is it?
——Spade J: Haha, just call me brother, and all difficulties will be solved.
The Little Dumpling felt a drop of sweat slide down his forehead, feeling an impulse to block this idiot.
These people are scheming every day to take advantage of him?
——Spade J: Let’s be clear, typing doesn’t count, I need to hear a voice message!
——My King: I can find a way into Gothasen by myself as well, it’s just a matter of time.
——Spade J:... You call Eve "sister," why can’t you call me "brother"?! You’re discriminating! Fine, fine, I’ll handle this. I’ll give you an answer within half a day.
If Kenny handled it himself, it would also take about half a day.
After reluctantly recording a voice message and sending it over, Kenny went offline. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Spade J listened to the cute voice message, clutched his heart, and then opened his chat window with Eve...
Kenny didn’t know what that guy did, so he picked up his phone and called the "Archfiend" in his contact list.
"Hello?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep voice came from the other end.
"Mommy was taken to Gothasen by Warren Vance, hurry and bring Mommy back!" The Little Dumpling was so anxious that he was pacing back and forth in the room, wishing he could be the one to rescue her now.
However, due to his young age and physical condition, Cyrus Hawthorne kept him in the country.
He even knew clearly of the Little Dumpling’s intention to sneak out of the country when he wasn’t looking, and directly prohibited him from leaving the country.
Cyrus Hawthorne replied lightly, "I know."
The Little Dumpling’s eyes lit up, "Are you going now?"
"No."
The Little Dumpling: "?"
"Men are all jerks!" The Little Dumpling’s eyes turned red, and he said in a childish voice while holding the phone: "Usually, you call my mommy all kinds of sweet names, but at the critical moment, you leave her behind! I don’t want you as my daddy anymore!"
After saying that, the Little Dumpling threw the phone away and ran towards the door like a cannonball.
Who knew the door would open just in time for him to rush into an embrace carrying a faint cold fragrance.
Looking up, he saw Cyrus Hawthorne with his cool, handsome face, slightly tired, appearing in front of Kenny.
In a fit of anger, the Little Dumpling struggled to jump out of his arms, "If you don’t go rescue my mommy, I’ll go myself, don’t get in my way!"
"Young master, you mustn’t go." Mark Joyce quickly intervened to stop the Little Dumpling whose emotions were running high, "You misunderstood President Hawthorne, it’s not that he doesn’t want to save Miss Vaughn, it’s just that he can’t..."
Before he could finish, Cyrus Hawthorne cut him off coldly, "Get out and close the door."
Mark Joyce sighed, "Yes, President Hawthorne."
Though anxious, the Little Dumpling listened and didn’t act up further, raising his head to look at Cyrus Hawthorne.
"What happened to mommy?"
A flicker of dark emotion crossed Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep eyes. He looked into the Little Dumpling’s tear-filled gaze, and gently patted his head, soothing him softly.
"She’s hurt, and if treatment is delayed, the situation could become serious."
The Little Dumpling, mature beyond his years, usually relied on logic rather than emotion when encountering problems, seldom losing his rationality to anger.
But as soon as something involved Ann Vaughn, the Little Dumpling found it hard to stay level-headed.
Now, calming down, the Little Dumpling realized that his earlier accusations against Cyrus Hawthorne were hurtful.
From the time his mommy got into trouble until now, the Archfiend had never stopped his efforts to find her.
Often, when Kenny awoke from nightmares in the middle of the night and called Cyrus Hawthorne, he answered in a second...
Thinking of this, the Little Dumpling’s eyes turned red, and he hugged Cyrus Hawthorne’s neck with his chubby hands, choking on his words, "I’m sorry, Kenny shouldn’t have thrown a tantrum at you."
The tight frown on Cyrus Hawthorne’s brow relaxed slightly. He kissed the Little Dumpling’s little cheek and spoke in a gentle tone, "I understand you’re worried about your mommy, but Kenny needs to remember that some things cannot be rushed."
