Chapter 318: Chapter 318: He’s Holding Another Woman in His Arms
"My God, who is this Third Miss Sheridan anyway? Even Mr. Hawthorne is here to support her!"
"The last time I saw Mr. Hawthorne was on the financial news channel, when Hawthorne Corp. was reaching a deal with foreign enterprises. It’s impossible to get Mr. Hawthorne at a private banquet like this!"
"Could it be that the future Mrs. President of Hawthorne, as rumored within the company, is this Third Miss?"
"The person hasn’t even appeared yet, and she’s already stealing the spotlight. I really want to see what kind of stunning beauty this Third Miss Sheridan is, for even Mr. Hawthorne views her differently!"
The banquet hall buzzed with discussions and exclamations, somewhat chaotic.
"President Hawthorne, Miss Vaughn seems not to be inside." Mark Joyce searched around and then reported in a low voice.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes deepened a bit. Before he could speak, a waiter suddenly approached and respectfully said, "Excuse me, Mr. Hawthorne, Miss Vaughn asked me to invite you over."
Hearing this, it was Mark Joyce who was amused first, "President Hawthorne, if I were to guess, Miss Vaughn probably wants to surprise you."
Cyrus’s expression remained calm and unaffected, with only a trace of a faint smile in his eyes, then he nodded, "Lead the way."
The waiter respectfully gestured to follow and then led the way ahead.
All the way to the exterior of the top floor presidential suite.
The waiter used a key card to open the door and stepped back a few paces, saying, "Miss Vaughn also mentioned she wants to have a private conversation with you and hopes you enter alone."
Cyrus slightly nodded, his narrow eyes gave Mark Joyce a cold glance, "Keep an eye on this place, without my order, no one is to enter."
"Rest assured, we will guard this place like it’s impenetrable!" Mark Joyce said firmly.
Even if a hurricane came tonight, they couldn’t hope to tear him away from here, let alone let outsiders approach a step!
Whether they would face a brutal snowstorm tomorrow depended on Miss Vaughn!
Inside the room, all the lights were off, the curtains drawn, not letting in a trace of light, enveloping everything in darkness.
Cyrus stood with his hands in his pockets, his narrow eyes unhurriedly sweeping around and finally landing on the slightly bulging bundle on the bed.
Recalling the message he received not long ago, the corners of Cyrus’s lips lifted into a slightly indulgent curve, and he walked steadily to the edge of the bed, sitting down with a deep voice, "What? Feeling shy now?"
The slightly bulging bundle moved gently, but the person inside said nothing.
Cyrus raised an eyebrow slightly, suddenly catching a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance, a familiar scent Ann Vaughn had used before, called Passion Scent.
The implication was self-evident.
A low, chuckling laugh arose from his throat, carrying a hint of teasing, "Afraid I won’t comply, so you used this incense again, hoping to reverse the roles?"
The last four words he emphasized slightly, the seductive ending making anyone’s ears feel warm.
The slightly bulging bundle moved again, and a pair of jade arms extended from underneath the blanket, wrapping around Cyrus’s shoulders, not saying a word, but pressing the body closely against him.
Suddenly, the warmth and tenderness in Cyrus’s eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by a dark, cold tide, as if ready to swallow everything around.
"Heh."
He let out a low laugh, seemingly full of endless meaning.
At the same time.
Inside the women’s bathroom stall.
Ann Vaughn frowned, twisting the doorknob forcefully, but it wouldn’t turn open, the noise outside the door sounded like something was blocking the doorknob, making her heart sneer.
Playing tricks on her?
Though she didn’t know who was behind it, thinking they could stop her with this was utterly laughable.
She lifted her head, gauged the height of the stall, then pulled her skirt up, tying it at her waist, removed her high heels, holding them in her hand.
She stood on the toilet seat, one hand gripping the top of the stall, and tossed her high heels into the neighboring stall.
Luckily, there was no one in the bathroom at the time, Ann Vaughn extended her slender leg to the top, using it as leverage to jump from one stall to the next!
Landed stably, Ann Vaughn casually flipped her hair back over her shoulder, calmly put her high heels back on, untied her skirt, and walked out gracefully.
After washing her hands, Ann Vaughn left the bathroom, only to see Jane Sheridan hurrying towards the elevator as soon as she walked out.
Her heart leapt, eyes narrowing as she lifted her skirt and followed.
After confirming the floor Jane Sheridan was heading to, Ann Vaughn stepped into the adjacent elevator.
She was curious about what trick they were planning this time.
However, upon arriving at that floor, Ann Vaughn found out that there were at least a dozen rooms here. How long would it take to check each one?
Just then, a voice unexpectedly came from behind her.
"Could it be that you followed me up here, Ann Vaughn?"
Turning around, Ann Vaughn saw Jane Sheridan standing behind her, arms crossed, looking at her with a face full of ridicule.
She couldn’t help but let out an icy laugh, "And weren’t you the one trying to lock me in the bathroom? Quite the imagination you have."
"The method isn’t important, as long as the goal is achieved, isn’t it?" Jane laughed smugly, "I was worried you wouldn’t show up today, otherwise how else could you witness the wonderful scene that’s about to unfold?"
Ann Vaughn pressed her lips together, a sense of unease rising within her, though she showed nothing on the outside, "What, do you think you can take me on?"
Recalling the time Ann Vaughn pinned her down and beat her, Jane’s expression twisted slightly, holding back anger.
What was there to be mad about? This vile woman wouldn’t be triumphant for long; soon, she’d get her due!
Calming down, Jane looked at the time, her smile widening as if mocking Ann Vaughn, "Aren’t you curious why we lured you here?"
"There’s something good I’ve been eager to show you."
"For instance, the sight of your man intimately embracing another woman."
Ann Vaughn laughed coldly, "Jane Sheridan, let me offer you some advice, if you’re sick, get treated, instead of letting it worsen into a terminal condition."
With that, she turned to leave the area.
Jane clicked her tongue, her voice dripping with malice, "Ann Vaughn, care to guess where Mr. Hawthorne is now, what he’s doing?"
"Why don’t I tell you, right now he’s holding another woman, kissing another woman, and you... huh, you’re too late to stop it."
Ann Vaughn’s stride halted abruptly, her eyes flashed with a cold glint. As she turned, she grabbed Jane by the collar and, without a word, hurled her away!