Chapter 394: Chapter 394: Did You Miss Me?
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s footsteps paused slightly. He turned to look at the socialite, his ink-black eyes cold and indifferent, "Diamond necklace?"
"Yes!" Being watched by those eyes seemingly hiding deep whirlpools, the socialite’s face flushed as she unconsciously wanted to present her best side, softening her voice, "This woman stole Mrs. Kensington’s diamond necklace and refuses to return it."
"Please, sir, advise her that stealing is truly not a virtue."
Unfortunately, Cyrus Hawthorne only glanced at her briefly before his gaze returned to Ann Vaughn’s face. His pale lips lightly parted, "Earlier, you refused Hawthorne Corp. shares; do you really value something like that?"
Ann Vaughn’s eyes flickered slightly. Was he intentionally... standing up for her?
What does "something like that" mean?
Everyone was speechless — that was a priceless diamond...
Wait!
What did this man just say... Hawthorne Corp. shares!?
"That... this man looks a lot like the CEO of Hawthorne Group, surely, it can’t be..."
"Oh my God, how did Mr. Hawthorne arrive in Marinia without a whisper being leaked? What are those informants even doing!"
"Isn’t this woman the future daughter-in-law of the Sheridan Family? How come her relationship with Mr. Hawthorne seems unusually intimate?"
"Ahhhhh, I’m going to die, witnessing the living Mr. Hawthorne in my lifetime, my dream guy ahhhh!"
"I’m going crazy too, the resources in The Imperial Capital are such a great starting point! I wish I could have close encounters with my dream guy every day too!"
"Calm down, just admire from afar don’t risk your life to approach, the dream guy has severe mysophobia, women can’t get close to him at all, unless you change genders!"
Right after saying this, hope-filled gazes turned silent among the socialites on that side.
No interest in women? Then what is holding onto the dream guy??
At this moment, Mrs. Kensington’s phone rang urgently, and upon hearing the ringtone, she immediately answered, her voice sweet unlike her previous self, "Hello, darling..."
"Linda Lynch, are you insane? Daring to offend Mr. Hawthorne, do you have a death wish or think life is too good?!" An angry tirade exploded in Mrs. Kensington’s ears, leaving her brain fogged.
Why wouldn’t she want to live, or think life is too good?
"Get back here this instant! Life’s impossible to live like this, divorce!" The call ended with a bang, leaving no chance for Mrs. Kensington to speak.
"What? You want to divorce me? Why!" Having never been scolded by her husband this way, Mrs. Kensington’s face collapsed, realizing the call was disconnected, she was panicked.
She had worked hard to marry Sam Kensington — why was she suddenly faced with divorce? What was going on?!
Seeing Mrs. Kensington’s distraught expression made Ann Vaughn sigh internally. No wonder Mrs. Kensington made such a fuss, going to great lengths to find that diamond necklace.
Even though it’s valuable, considering Mrs. Kensington’s background, wouldn’t she be able to get as many diamond necklaces as she wanted?
Seemed like she was terrified of her husband...
Moreover, hearing from Mrs. Kensington’s conversation that Sam Kensington was going to divorce her left the crowd unbelieving — who in Marinia didn’t know the Kensingtons had a love stronger than gold, unbreakable.
Before marrying Sam Kensington, Mrs. Kensington was just an ordinary bank employee coming from a slum, steadily rising to become the legitimate lady of the Kensington Family.
Sam Kensington disregarded social class and married her, making their union a celebrated tale in Marinia.
But who knew...
The crowd all looked at Ann Vaughn, being protected by Cyrus Hawthorne’s embrace, feeling stuffed as if force-fed dog food.
What to do if one’s girlfriend is misunderstood and humiliated?
Make the offender never find peace again...
Indeed the action was imperial in its finesse.
At this point, no one doubted anymore that Ann Vaughn stole Mrs. Kensington’s diamond necklace. Instead, it seemed she was mostly set up in this matter.
Rejecting the meeting gift from Chairman Sheridan was one thing, but declining Hawthorne Corp. shares, could she really covet a diamond necklace?
Even a fool would know how to choose among these three.
The socialite who spoke earlier also realized this, somewhat remorsefully looking at Jane Sheridan’s pale face, backing down without a word.
Her family isn’t as mighty as the Kensingtons, lacking the capital to contend with the Hawthorne Family...
"Quinn, did you do something?" Ann Vaughn felt the questioning looks directed at her suddenly dispersed, pulling Cyrus Hawthorne’s lapels, she asked softly.
"Mm." The man’s narrow eyes squinted, then lifted Ann Vaughn’s chin, biting her lip lightly. His side profile seemed gentle, but his gaze remained cold, "You’ve got quite the nerve."
Listening to the surrounding gasps, Ann Vaughn covered her mouth, internally wailing.
If he’s this angry, might he impulsively snatch Kenny away early?
Beside them, Mark Joyce suddenly came to an understanding; the BOSS wasn’t still mad about Miss Vaughn leaving without a word, it was clearly...
Whoever said Miss Vaughn was the future daughter-in-law of the Sheridan Family was risking their life...
Unaware of this, Ann Vaughn remained meek in the hotel, drooping like a small wife, trying to earn some sympathy.
But the man beside her kept his face cold, not sparing her even a side glance.
Ann Vaughn frowned secretly; if he really got displeased enough to expedite the appeal time, it would be dire.
Thinking so, once inside the hotel room, Ann Vaughn turned, pinning Cyrus Hawthorne to the door, hugging his firm and slender waist, continuously nuzzling.
"Even just a day apart made me miss you so that I can’t eat or sleep, losing my bearings, soaring into the sky... Did you miss me?"
The little one’s soft, sweet voice was like cotton candy, sweetening its way into one’s heart.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s stern cold face almost softened for a moment but quickly reverted, "Don’t change the subject."
"You’re the one changing the subject! You didn’t even think about me! I left such obvious traces for you to find me quickly!" Ann Vaughn blocked his words unreasonably, "Yet it took you a day to come!"
She looked up, her pretty face full of anger, "Can’t you see I’ve been angry all along?"
Excellent, counterattacking and switching from passive to active — if she were in ancient times, she could be a strategist...
Cyrus Hawthorne stared into her eyes deeply, seemingly probing into the deepest part of her heart, "Are you sure you didn’t secretly escape from me?"
"How could I? I, I..." Ann Vaughn’s eyes dodged, fumbling for an excuse at her wrist, then shamelessly declaring, "I’m captivated by appearance, can’t leave you!"
The moment those words dropped, the thick frost over Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes finally melted a corner, not minding being pinned against the door by her, his narrow eyes dangerous, "Then what’s the explanation for the Sheridan Family’s daughter-in-law?"