Chapter 413: Chapter 413: I Knew Something Was Fishy!
As soon as the words fell, the man who had been sitting steadily behind the desk suddenly stood up, grabbed the suit jacket on the back of the chair, and strode out.
As Mark Joyce was carrying a stack of documents and was about to knock on the door, he saw the office door burst open, and the man with a stern and tense expression brushed past him, heading towards the elevator.
Mark Joyce was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted, hurriedly catching up to remind him, "President Hawthorne, there’s an important meeting in ten minutes..."
"Postpone it."
With those two cold words, the elevator doors closed.
Meanwhile.
Suppressing the bitterness that was about to spill from her throat, Ann Vaughn spoke in a muffled voice, "No, I’m not crying. It’s just that the dinner was so bad, it was a bit choking; you misheard."
The Chambers Family chef hired from a three-star Michelin restaurant: Unjust, more unjust than Dolores.
There was a long silence on the other end, with the roaring wind and traffic noise suddenly entering her ears, making Ann Vaughn a bit puzzled, "Are you still not back at the hotel this late?"
"Hmm, got something to do," Cian replied casually.
Ann Vaughn was about to ask something when a sweet female voice was heard, "Welcome, please come inside."
"You wouldn’t be at a nightclub, would you?!" The voice seemed overly sweet, making Ann Vaughn sit up abruptly and incredulously ask.
"Put away those thoughts you shouldn’t have," Cian warned her in a low voice, then lowered his voice as if speaking to someone on the other side, "Just a moment."
"Who are you telling to wait..." Ann Vaughn’s dissatisfied question wasn’t finished when she was met with the sound of a dial tone.
Oh great, he actually hung up on her!
There definitely is something suspicious!!
Ann Vaughn glared at the phone screen, which had bounced back from the cut-off call. Her white teeth grinded, and it seemed like flames were about to shoot out from her eyes.
Liar!
Pretending to be her boyfriend while sneaking around with other women outside!
Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn, with an icy face, found Mark Joyce’s number and dialed, "Special Assistant Joyce, it’s me. Do you know where Cian is now?"
"Miss Vaughn? Didn’t President Hawthorne go to find you?" Mark Joyce’s voice sounded even more surprised than hers, "I thought President Hawthorne postponed an important meeting to see you..."
"See the hell!" Ann Vaughn couldn’t hold back and exploded, suppressing her anger as she continued to ask, "Didn’t he tell you where he was going?"
"No..."
"Damn it! Where’s my knife?!" After saying that, Ann Vaughn fiercely hung up the phone and tossed it aside with a smack!
On the other end, Mark Joyce shivered: Murder is illegal, Miss Vaughn!!
Too bad Ann Vaughn couldn’t hear Mark Joyce’s inner thoughts as she scoured the room for a big knife, her lovely face resembling the wicked queen giving Snow White the poisoned apple.
Given the distance between The Chambers Family and the Hawthorne Corp. branch, it would only take eight minutes by car, and it had been nearly twenty minutes since he called her, which says what?
Even Mark Joyce was deceived by that man!
Actually using her as an excuse! Going! Out! To cheat!
Ann Vaughn was furious, with anger stuck in her throat, when there was an unhurried knock on the door from outside.
Did something happen again with Mr. Chambers?
Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, put on her cardigan, and quickly walked over to open the door, "Explain the situation clearly... huh?"
A tall and imposing man stood at the door, all in black, with a trench coat still carrying the rain brought in from outside. His hair was slightly damp, which made his finely chiseled face look even colder and more unapproachable.
Before she could finish speaking, the man in front of her pulled her into his arms, and her nose filled with a pleasant, faint cold fragrance mixed with warmth from his body onto her cheeks.
Perhaps the nice scent soothed the uncomfortable feeling in Ann Vaughn’s stomach, making her not feel so bad anymore.
But when she looked up and met Cian’s dark, deep-set eyes as he looked down at her, she froze and blurted out without thinking, "Weren’t you going out to mess around?!"
The man’s handsome, poetic face instantly darkened. He clutched her slender waist with both arms, wishing to press her into his embrace, with a kind of gritted teeth tone.
"Is that what you think of me, huh?"
Realizing she might have over-imagined and misunderstood, Ann Vaughn awkwardly shifted her gaze, her small face twisted painfully, "I-I was just hearing a woman’s voice, so I misunderstood..."
While mumbling an explanation for herself, Ann Vaughn accidentally caught sight of the pink cake box in Cian’s hand, which drastically differed from his all-black attire.
She gave a start; isn’t that a Black Swan cake?
Black Swan is a renowned international pastry brand, beloved by girls and ladies of all classes, and despite its outrageously high prices, many people still visit the store to get a taste of its unique flavor.
If it has any flaws, it’s hard to queue; the store is always crowded with long lines inside and outside, yet this never stops dessert lovers’ passion.
He couldn’t have just been... in line at Black Swan to buy a cake, could he?
Imagining him standing out in a crowd of queued people, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Did you hear I didn’t eat well at dinner and decided to get me a cake?" Ann Vaughn laughed like a cat that got the cream and reached out to take the cake box from him.
Unexpectedly, Cian avoided her hand, his tone cool, "No."
Ann Vaughn was instantly dumbfounded, "Not for me?"
"Didn’t you think I went out to cheat?" Cian’s narrow eyes glanced at her, his smile colder than the wind and rain outside, "If that’s the case, you shouldn’t have the cake either."
The fact that she could imagine such an outlandish scenario of him going to a nightclub cheats showed how she usually thought of him.
If not given a lesson, she would do it again.
Seeing him about to leave with the cake, Ann Vaughn panicked, wishing she could take back her slip of tongue from a few minutes ago!
But the problem had already arisen, and she had to find a solution herself!
With this thought, Ann Vaughn tiptoed and gave Cian a quick peck on the cheek, softly pleading, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have imagined things, please don’t be angry!"
The other women around him, except for her, were practically non-existent. Even when attending banquets, those who tried to cozy up were kept three steps away, unable to even touch his coat tail.
Though she knew this, upon hearing that female voice earlier, she couldn’t control her emotions and began overthinking.
The frequency of her emotional outbursts had been increasing lately, making Ann Vaughn feel like she accidentally ate an explosive fruit.