Chapter 286: Chapter 286: The Daughter Found by the Sheridan Family
Just as she sat down, the phone on the table rang. Ann Vaughn glanced at the caller ID, and the warmth on her face suddenly faded a bit.
It took quite a while before she answered the call, "What’s up?"
Cyrus Hawthorne, who was signing an important document, paused with his pen and glanced sideways at Ann Vaughn on the sofa.
"Darling, I gave you five days, but you haven’t called me." A dangerous voice seeped into her ear from the other end, "Are you testing my patience?"
"What crazy thing are you up to now?" Ann Vaughn retorted with a frown, "Why should I call you?"
"What, after just a short time apart, you’ve forgotten our relationship?"
"..."
Ann Vaughn simply hung up the phone. She originally wanted to directly block the number marked as "Devil," but for some reason, she decided not to.
If this devil found out she blocked him, he’d surely fly straight over from Gothasen to torment her.
This lunatic!
Glancing at Ann Vaughn’s somewhat teeth-gnashing look, Cyrus Hawthorne lightly furrowed his brows and then nonchalantly asked, "Whose call was that?"
"A patient." Ann Vaughn mumbled in response.
Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t ask further, but recalled the number named "Devil" from that day, his eyes darkening a bit.
Ann Vaughn, who was annoyed by the sudden call from that person, didn’t notice Cyrus Hawthorne’s unusual behavior. She had intended to turn off her phone to prevent him from calling again.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, Quinn called.
"Annie, I’d like to ask you a favor. Can you help me with this?" Quinn’s voice sounded somewhat conflicted.
"Is there something wrong with Luke’s health?" Ann Vaughn asked hurriedly.
"No, Luke is recovering well, no problems. It’s just..."
After Quinn explained the whole matter, Ann Vaughn hesitated for a while, pondering for quite some time, before eventually agreeing.
She couldn’t delay anymore. By tonight, she must resolve the MX plan.
Otherwise, if she continued staying by his side, she was afraid...
Meanwhile, at the Levitt estate.
Quinn put down her phone, her face showing some concern, "I wonder if it’s right to ask Annie for this favor. Her face is too convincing. But unfortunately, the Sheridan Family already found..."
"Old Mrs. Sheridan has been kind to you, wanting to help her is natural. Annie is a doctor, with a very clear mind, she won’t mind these things." Silas Kane rarely saw her so troubled and spoke to comfort her.
"Although that’s true, I feel uneasy, like something might happen." Quinn frowned, "Also, do you think the Sheridan Family really found their daughter?"
If the doctors in Marinia hadn’t been at a loss, Quinn would never have wanted to bother Ann Vaughn.
She couldn’t explain why, but she had an unsettling instinct.
"Since they announced a banquet next Friday to introduce the daughter they found, they must have made thorough preparations." Silas Kane sighed, "And Annie, perhaps it’s just coincidence."
Aside from coincidence, there’s no other explanation for why two people could look so similar in this world.
"Don’t overthink it, the dust has settled, let’s get ready to head to Marinia."
"Alright, maybe I’m overthinking."
...
Even after returning to the estate, Ann Vaughn was still troubled by the MX plan, too distracted to notice the persistent ache emerging from her abdomen.
Unless the plan was destroyed, she felt compelled to stay by Cyrus Hawthorne’s side every day, keeping an eye on him to prevent him from pursuing it.
But what reason did she have to make him destroy the plan?
Would she use psychological tactics to negotiate with him, discussing future interests?
How could she possibly compete with his prowess as a business emperor?
Ann Vaughn kicked off the covers, suddenly sitting up with a gleam of crystal clarity in her eyes.
Of course, destroy it!
Determined to take action, Ann Vaughn slipped into Cyrus Hawthorne’s room while he was still downstairs, glancing around.
His computer was right there on the desk, unguarded.
Ann Vaughn picked up the computer, quickly cracked his boot password, and started browsing through the interface rapidly.
What she didn’t know was, just as she touched the computer, the red light on its camera flashed for a brief moment.
The video information was instantly sent to the connected phone.
In the living room downstairs.
The Swarovski crystal chandelier scattered a flowing light over the distinguished figure sitting on the sofa.
His eyes were lowered, examining the design plans in his hands, his cool demeanor making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
In less than five minutes, Cyrus Hawthorne tossed the stack of meticulously drawn plans by dozens of top designers onto the table, his tone indifferent, "Have them redo it."
"Yes." Mark Joyce promptly gathered all the design plans, respectfully standing by.
"How’s that matter coming along?" Cyrus Hawthorne pressed his brows, asking again.
"Rest assured, everything is progressing according to your instructions, it should be completed within half a month, just in time for Miss Vaughn’s birthday." Mark Joyce replied.
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly nodded, his brow and eyes inadvertently softening, even his typically stern facial contours seemed gentler.
Tick.
A light sound came from Cyrus Hawthorne’s phone.
Mark Joyce was instantly alarmed, urgently reminding, "President Hawthorne, your computer has been tampered with!"
Cyrus Hawthorne’s computer equipment and security measures were arguably the finest in all of S Country, the system would automatically store anyone’s fingerprint and search data just by a touch, except his own.
And it would immediately activate the camera for recording.
No choice, with Hawthorne Corp.’s confidential files, caution wasn’t optional.
Compared to Mark Joyce’s tension and vigilance, Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze barely flickered, a soft, indulgent smile playing on his lips, "The little one’s been clinging to me for so long, she’s probably bored."
If it were possible, he’d hope she clung to him more.
Perhaps then he would not feel the occasional emptiness from the notion that her heart might lie elsewhere.
Mark Joyce: "..." What did he do to deserve being fed this mouthful of PDA?
Just then, Uncle Dexter, following Cyrus Hawthorne’s instructions, delivered brown sugar ginger tea to Ann Vaughn’s room downstairs, "Young master, Miss Vaughn is not in her room."
Cyrus Hawthorne hummed softly, then instructed, "Prepare more brown sugar ginger tea. Make sure she drinks the concocted herbal medicine daily. Also, remove all cold drinks from the fridge, she’s not allowed to touch them."