Chapter 598: Chapter 598: Pay Closer Attention to Grandma’s Whereabouts
To be more precise, it’s a severe lack of security.
This is a chronic issue built up over time, not something formed overnight, and it’s difficult to correct quickly.
Even she herself can’t quite explain why; there’s only a vague outline in her heart, not clear at all.
"Mommy!" Little Dumpling ran over from nearby, hugging Ann Vaughn’s leg tightly and looking up with a face begging for praise, "Kenny just verified with Uncle Kane!"
Little Dumpling quickly shared everything he had just found out with Ann Vaughn, the delight in his eyes obvious.
Apart from Cyrus Hawthorne’s actual health condition, Dr. Kane was very forthcoming.
However, he had been staying up late researching a treatment plan for Laura Quinn, so he hadn’t had time to play with his phone, thus was completely unaware of the news and quite confused.
Kenny was very happy; finally, the thing that had made his mommy gloomy for several days could be resolved!
If it weren’t for this, he wouldn’t have agreed to cooperate with The Archfiend!
With Little Dumpling’s interruption, Ann Vaughn unwittingly forgot her earlier confusion and kissed his cheek, "Kenny is awesome! You’re mommy’s little bundle of joy."
Kenny pursed his small lips and smiled shyly, "Also, Uncle Kane asked me to relay something to mommy."
"What is it?"
"Pay more attention to grandma’s movements."
Ann Vaughn was slightly taken aback, Dr. Kane asked her to watch Laura Quinn’s movements?
Is it because of Laura Quinn’s illness or something else?
...
After the family of three had dinner at the pre-booked restaurant, they returned to No. 8.
Ann Vaughn was still thinking about calling Eli Sheridan, but his phone was still off, so she had to call Wilder Sheridan.
He didn’t have his phone off and almost picked up immediately.
"What do you want?" A proud and petulant voice came through the phone.
"Do you know where Elliot went? His phone is off." Ann Vaughn frowned, asking worriedly.
Once he heard she wasn’t looking for him, Wilder Sheridan was instantly dissatisfied and snorted lightly, "My brother’s at the office and hasn’t come back. If you have something to say, wait till he’s back, and I’ll pass it on for you."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn glanced at the clock.
It was almost ten o’clock now, and the matter of the stock transfer should have already been settled.
Given Eli Sheridan’s ability and status in The Sheridan Group, Cynthia Sheridan might not be able to threaten him.
Moreover, Ann Vaughn always felt that her uncle had some important hidden reasons for guarding against both Elliot and Wilder Sheridan.
If she really said it out loud, would it be okay?
"Hey? Are you even listening to me?" It wasn’t until Wilder Sheridan’s urging voice came from the other side that Ann Vaughn snapped back.
"I’ll talk to him myself when there’s an opportunity. It’s late now, you should sleep early and keep your face beautiful for the good of humanity."
Saying this swiftly, Ann Vaughn hung up the phone.
Wilder Sheridan didn’t have time to say anything before he found the call had ended, and those eyes, similar in shape to Ann Vaughn’s, widened slightly.
What does ’keep your face beautiful for the good of humanity’ even mean?
Luckily, she wasn’t his biological sister; if she were, wouldn’t he be the one getting bullied??
This is what he thought, but the person who immediately lay in bed to sleep forgot who he was while doing so.
Even though Ann Vaughn told Wilder Sheridan to sleep early, she herself started to become busy.
Being back from vacation for two days resulted in a mountain of piled-up work.
Fortunately, Elias Hawthorne helped manage the company’s affairs, and Ann Vaughn was relatively relaxed. Though he was a man of few words, his work capability was impressively outstanding, earning genuine respect.
If it weren’t for him allegedly having some connection with Jane Sheridan, Ann Vaughn would likely feel fully comfortable entrusting him with the task of managing the company.
However, due to the endorsement contract signed with Quinn not being returned for the company’s record, subsequent processes couldn’t proceed.
When her assistant reminded her of this matter on WeChat, he also subtly mentioned Quinn’s signature.
Only then did Ann Vaughn remember that the contract was still in Cyrus Hawthorne’s hands.
Click.
The door was suddenly pushed open and then closed again.
That tall and upright figure walked in from outside, taking off his tie as he walked, casually placing it on the table.
The shirt collar was slightly open, revealing a hint of collarbone.
"What are you writing?" The man walked slowly to the back of Ann Vaughn, resting both hands on the table as if to envelop her petite body in his embrace, his chin gently resting on the top of her head.
The pose couldn’t be more intimate.
Ann Vaughn’s eyelashes trembled, breathing in the faint mint scent emanating from him, her heartbeat momentarily disordered.
Then she rested her chin on her hand and replied, "Prescription for the new medicine. By the way, when are you going to return my contract? The company urgently needs it."
"An equivalent exchange." The man said lazily.
Ann Vaughn’s head ached, "To get my stuff back, I still have to use my stuff for exchange??"
Based on what standard is this man’s equivalent exchange measured??
"You can choose to refuse."
Ann Vaughn’s expression became somewhat indignant, "Did you take the contract on purpose just to negotiate with me today?"
Hearing this, a hint of amusement flashed in Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep eyes, "Smart."
"..." Crooked merchant!
No wonder Hawthorne Corp. has developed so rapidly, becoming an irreplaceable legend in the business circle.
Too cunning!
"I’m meeting with friends tomorrow, will you accompany me, hmm?" Cyrus Hawthorne caught the sulkiness on her face and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"You haven’t told me your answer yet." After giving her some time to compose herself, Cyrus Hawthorne asked softly.
Ann Vaughn lowered her eyes in thought, hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked him, "Why take me to meet with your friends?"
Upon hearing this question, Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows suddenly furrowed, and the softness in his narrow eyes turned deep and dark.
She was his wife, introducing her to his friends was only natural.
And the reason she found it strange and perplexing was just due to one reason.