Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 971: Sharp Tongue, Straight Actions

"The girl you fancy is naturally different from others. It was a slip of the tongue on my part," the person on the right turned pale, with cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

If he had known the girl held such a special place in the Executioner’s heart, he wouldn’t have dared to speak out of turn.

But who could have imagined the always indifferent Executioner, who was known for his aloofness and lack of interest in women, would not even tolerate anyone speaking ill of that girl.

It was quite terrifying.

Cyrus Hawthorne slightly turned his head, furrowing his brows in displeasure, "Is this all you’re capable of?"

Understanding his implied message, the faces of the two federal soldiers turned bitter, feeling a sense of injustice.

They had fought their way through numerous adversaries in the Federation to become the Executioner’s right-hand men, proving they had real skills.

But none of their skills included—

Winning a girl’s heart!

On the contrary, if asked to carry out a hit, they could immediately draft a plan, telling you how to dispose of a body efficiently, without alerting others...

But could they admit in front of the Executioner that they weren’t up to the task?

Of course not.

The one on the left was bolder, speaking candidly, "Sir, girls usually get upset mainly because they feel you don’t care about them, making them insecure. If you wish to get her attention, this is the time to say sweet words. Let her know she’s in your heart, and she’ll naturally feel happy."

Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, tapping a few times on his phone’s screen, deleting the words he had originally typed out, pondering for a moment before typing a new message to send.

In less than two minutes, Ann Vaughn responded back.

——Crybaby: Who are you? Why do you have James Vaughn’s phone?

The wariness in her tone almost seeped through the screen.

Cyrus Hawthorne: "..."

The temperature in the study dropped suddenly, making it feel like an ice cellar.

Cyrus looked up at the two men, issuing a cold command, "Complete a twenty-kilometer load challenge before sunset today. If you can’t, return and retake the federal army assessment."

The two: "???"

What did we do wrong!!

They burst into tears!!

At that moment, Sept’s voice came from outside the study, "Sir, The Keaton Patriarch called, saying he wants to come with his sister and apologize to you personally. Should I let them in or not?"

The two exchanged a glance.

Bringing his sister to apologize?

It’s more likely an excuse to leave her by the sir’s side. Has the Keaton Family not tired of this tactic yet?

"Tell the Keaton Patriarch, unless his gift exceeds the value of Vein No. 37, he need not embarrass himself," Cyrus Hawthorne said sternly, his face like frost.

Outside the door, Sept was momentarily stunned, then replied with a stifled laugh, "Yes, sir. I will inform The Keaton Family right away."

...

After sending that message, Ann Vaughn directly dialed a call.

But no one answered.

Isn’t this a sign of a hacked phone number?

Ann Vaughn figured the person’s plan was probably to sweet talk her, make her happy, and then ask to borrow money.

If she weren’t smart and knew James Vaughn would never utter such mushy love talk, she might have been tricked!

Those damned things!

If Cyrus Hawthorne’s right and left arms heard Ann Vaughn’s thoughts, they might realize the punishment was well-deserved indeed.

After venting her anger, Ann Vaughn called Kenny to ask how he was enjoying Cloudmere Manor and when he would return.

The wind on the mountain was likely strong today, as Ann Vaughn could hear it howling through her phone.

So much so, that Little Dumpling’s cute voice was somewhat unclear.

"Mommy, there are many pretty flowers here. Kenny will bring some back in a few days to make flower cake for mommy!"

Ann Vaughn’s heart melted, and she smiled, "Okay, mommy will wait for your flowers. But be careful, don’t keep running up the mountain, you might catch a cold if the wind is too strong."

"Understood, mommy!" Little Dumpling replied, saluting towards the phone as he spoke.

His soft and adorable manner almost made Eve turn into a squealing fan.

As soon as Little Dumpling hung up, Eve rushed to hug him, snuggling his sweet-smelling body, "Sweetie, you’re so cute! I want to keep you! Come home with sister!"

"Can you stop chanting like a witch? Haven’t you seen a child before?" Black Spade Jack exclaimed in exasperation, pulling her away from Kenny, "The Mirage will open soon. We only have this one chance. If we miss it, we’ll have to wait another ten years."

Eve side-eyed Black Spade Jack, whose hands seemed habitually wrapped around Little Dumpling, and sniffed, "Your mouth says no, but your actions say yes?"

This beast!

After insulting Black Spade Jack, Eve immediately grabbed Little Dumpling’s chubby hand, unable to resist kneading it affectionately.

Little Dumpling let them hold and knead him, his gaze turning towards the desert in front of them.

Rolling yellow sands with nothing in sight, the occasional breeze only stirring up a bit of dust, lending the place an air of desolation.

Who could imagine that this place would reveal a ’Mirage’ every ten years?

Of course, that refers to the precious ruin in this desert, which is so rarely seen that it was named ’Mirage’ rather than a literal illusion.

The three of them had been waiting since morning. If not for the specially crafted vehicle providing shade, along with ample drinking water and food, they might not have lasted.

As they edged closer to the moment, Eve and Black Spade Jack grew even more excited.

"I heard there are countless treasures in the Mirage, even the floors are made of gold and jade carvings. If we took everything back, we wouldn’t worry about money for the rest of our lives," Eve said, chuckling as she covered her mouth.

"But even if you didn’t take those things, you wouldn’t have to worry about money," Little Dumpling said in confusion.

Eve only takes a few jobs a year, each with commissions in the millions. If she wanted money, doing a few more jobs would suffice, so why bother?

"Oh, J.B., you don’t understand. Loving jewels and jade is a girl’s nature; one can never have enough," Eve said slyly.

"Don’t worry, no one’s competing with you for those things," Black Spade Jack said nonchalantly, "I just want the rumored elixir that cures all diseases, the rest is yours. How about you, J.B.?"

"I want the flowers in there, they’re all mine," Little Dumpling declared dominantly.

Eve, having overheard his conversation with Ann Vaughn earlier, burst into laughter, "You really are a mommy’s boy."

As the three laughed and joked, a subtle tremor began beneath them. Initially barely noticeable, it soon shook even the car they were in.

All of a sudden, yellow sand filled the sky outside, the gusts battering the car windows, momentarily blocking their view and producing a screeching sound.