Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 953: Careful, I’ll Sue You for Infringement!
But initially, they didn’t prepare much. Once they received those orders, they worked through the night to produce more.
If they can sell everything, that’s fine. But if not, the Lockwood Family will have to bleed heavily to cover these losses.
Looking at the striking numbers on the bill, Lucy Lock’s temples throbbed with pain, and she didn’t even feel like playing with the cat in her arms anymore, which she directly threw to the floor.
The cat yelped in surprise and glanced back at its owner, only to see Lucy Lock’s eyes filled with gloom, causing it to cower and quickly run away.
"That little bitch, I didn’t expect her to have a few tricks up her sleeve; I really underestimated her." Lucy Lock said with a sinister tone.
Zachary Lancaster, sitting to the side, dared not say a word because he had signed those orders without Lucy Lock’s consent, privately.
Originally, he wanted to prove to Lucy Lock that his abilities were not inferior to Xavier’s once things were done, but unexpectedly...
"You’re useless. Such an important matter, you didn’t think of being more responsible. When they placed the orders, you should have immediately realized there’s no chance of backing out." Lucy Lock coldly said, "Compared to Xavier, you’re far behind."
These words were undoubtedly a knife to Zachary Lancaster’s heart.
In the entire Lockwood Family, there’s likely no one who hates Xavier more than him.
Xavier’s suitability for testing drugs, his pharmaceutical skills, and although Lucy Lock doesn’t like him, she still relies on him to handle matters...
All of these added up, almost setting Zachary Lancaster’s heart ablaze with jealousy.
"Mom, I was wrong." Zachary Lancaster admitted in a low voice, "I’ll be more cautious next time, please forgive me."
"That’s better, you idiot."
Zachary Lancaster bowed his head even lower, the jealousy and resentment in his heart growing like wild weeds, making his face contorted, his eyes filled with hatred.
Hatred towards Xavier.
...
Cloudmere Manor.
Ann Vaughn was just casually complaining to Cyrus Hawthorne while making cherry brew about how nice it would be to have peach blossoms, so she could make peach blossom brew.
But during this season, the peach blossoms had already wilted.
Yet unexpectedly, Cyrus Hawthorne said he would take her to see the peach blossoms, and she could actually see them.
Behind the manor, the hills were covered with peach trees, and from afar, it looked like the mountain top draped in a beautiful light pink blanket, incredibly beautiful.
A gentle breeze brought along a fragrant scent.
Ann Vaughn was almost dazzled by the beauty in front of her, not noticing Kenny running off with a little basket to pick flowers.
"Are these peach blossoms enough?" Cyrus Hawthorne approached her side, asking softly.
"Yes, yes! It’s enough!" Ann Vaughn’s clear eyes reflected his image, full of laughter, "With so many peach blossoms, I can probably brew a hundred vats of peach blossom brew."
Looking at her face which seemed even more radiant and soft than the peach blossoms, Cyrus Hawthorne couldn’t help but pinch it, "It takes at least thirty days to be drinkable, seems a bit long."
Ann Vaughn felt her cheeks getting hot, her rosy lips pouting slightly, "It does take a bit long, but the best things always require patience to come."
Whether it’s peach blossom brew, or...
Whatever she thought of, Ann Vaughn’s cheeks heated up again, she quickly brushed off Cyrus Hawthorne’s hand, "I, I’ll go pick flowers!"
Cyrus Hawthorne watched her run off with a smile, when suddenly the phone in his pocket vibrated.
Mark Joyce’s voice came through as soon as he answered, "President Hawthorne, we found that Warren Vance appeared in Lyncroft for about two days and then disappeared again."
Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze deepened, after a moment, he said in a low voice, "Send more people to keep an eye on Marinia, especially the Sheridan Family and Vaughn Family, watch those two sides closely."
"Yes, I understand."
...
The dinner was naturally held at Cloudmere Manor.
The Little Dumpling had been running in the peach garden for most of the day, and when he came out, he fell asleep on Cyrus Hawthorne’s back, so he’s been sleeping upstairs instead of coming down for dinner.
Before coming here, Ann Vaughn didn’t know Cyrus Hawthorne’s grandfather lived here, so when she saw Old Master Hawthorne, she was awkward for a few seconds before she reacted and greeted him.
Old Master Hawthorne knew about Ann Vaughn’s amnesia, and while he was pained for her, he didn’t appear overly friendly to avoid scaring her,
Perhaps because Old Master Hawthorne’s demeanor felt so warm and familiar, Ann Vaughn only felt awkward at first, but soon she opened up more.
Upon hearing they picked peach blossoms in the afternoon and planned to make peach blossom brew, Old Master Hawthorne suggested, "I have a newly brewed bottle from this year, Annie, would you like to taste it?"
Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up, but before she could nod, Cyrus Hawthorne helplessly replied, "Grandfather, it’s you who wants to drink, isn’t it?"
"Who said?" Old Master Hawthorne feigned seriousness, "If Annie hadn’t come today, I wouldn’t have been so happy and remembered such a thing. What’s the harm in a couple of drinks?"
"You used to say the same when drinking with me," Cyrus Hawthorne said as he picked some bamboo shoots for Ann Vaughn, "But later you drank an entire vat."
Just two months ago, the old master had been discharged from the hospital, and although his health improved recently, he couldn’t handle drinking like that.
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn said, "Grandpa Hawthorne, actually I can’t handle much alcohol, I might not be able to appreciate your kindness."
"Annie, you don’t have to worry about this brat; grandpa is here, if you want to drink, who’s stopping you?" Old Master Hawthorne pretended to be stern, "Uncle Dexter, go get my peach blossom wine."
Uncle Dexter chuckled, turned to fetch the wine.
Ann Vaughn could easily tell that most likely it was the old master himself who wanted to taste the wine, using her as an excuse.
But the old man’s happy, it wouldn’t be great to dampen his spirits.
"Don’t drink too much later," Cyrus Hawthorne reminded softly.
Ann Vaughn hesitated for two seconds before she realized Cyrus Hawthorne was speaking to her, and immediately nodded.
"Don’t worry, peach blossom wine usually isn’t strong, it doesn’t get you drunk."
Half an hour later.
Not long ago declared peach blossom wine doesn’t get you drunk; Ann Vaughn, completely drunk, shrunk into Cyrus Hawthorne’s arms, being carried upstairs.
"Peach blossom wine, just so-so. With my alcohol tolerance, I could drink three more vats!"
However, after being quiet for a brief moment, Ann Vaughn began to fuss again, her slender little legs fidgeting.
Cyrus Hawthorne felt a faint headache approaching, his long arms steadily holding her in his embrace, preventing her from falling.
If she rolled down the stairs, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
"Don’t move, move again and I’ll drop you down." He warned, his voice steady.
"Who are you!" Ann Vaughn squinted, trying hard to see Cyrus Hawthorne’s face, muttering unclearly, "You look so much like my boyfriend? Watch out I don’t sue you for infringement!"
Cyrus Hawthorne almost laughed from her antics.
This little drunkard, even intoxicated, still remembers what her boyfriend looks like.
In the guest room, Cyrus Hawthorne leaned down to place Ann Vaughn on the bed, but the next second she clung on like an octopus.
"Why don’t you hold me? Just because I don’t have eight-pack abs, I’m not attractive?"
