Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1057: No Laughing, I’ll Do It

If Joyce Chancellor could succeed in replacing Ann Vaughn and become Mrs. Hawthorne, the benefits she could bring to Artiface Cosmetics would be far more than just a mere ten million.

However, Joyce Chancellor failed.

What does this mean?

Chase Tate was anxious, pacing back and forth in the office. He had contributed significantly to Joyce Chancellor’s plan to drug President Hawthorne, and if she turned around to bite him...

He couldn’t even imagine the consequences.

For now, there was only one strategy left.

Chase Tate turned his head, looked at the USB marked with the word "Cloud" on the table, and made a decision in his heart.

...

Villa No. 8.

Cyrus Hawthorne casually handed his suit jacket to the servant, and coldly said, "Throw it away."

"Yes, sir." The servant replied, marveling at the jacket, which was a custom piece from a famous designer worth at least seven figures.

It wasn’t even dirty.

Heading upstairs, Cyrus Hawthorne placed Ann Vaughn on the bed, removed her small jacket, shoes, and socks, and then turned to the bathroom, fetching a damp towel to wipe her face and hands and feet.

Ann Vaughn slept drowsily, feeling the dampness on her face, she furrowed her brows and whimpered softly.

"Are you not tired? Just continue sleeping." Cyrus Hawthorne moved her hand away that tried to rub her eyes, soothing her in a low voice.

"Are we home?" Ann Vaughn’s eyes slightly opened, her entire being comfortable as she nua in his embrace, dazed for a while before her consciousness returned to her mind: "Anyway, how did you make Joyce Chancellor go to the wrong room?"

She wanted to ask when she was in the wardrobe, but the atmosphere wasn’t right then, making it a hard question to voice.

Cyrus Hawthorne meticulously cleaned each of her fingers and replied faintly upon hearing the question, "Transposition trick."

Transposition trick?

Ann Vaughn was stunned for two seconds, quickly understanding, "Did you change the room number? Making Joyce Chancellor mistakenly think she was entering your room?"

"Smart." Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes showed admiration.

Receiving a compliment from Cyrus Hawthorne was not easy, so Ann Vaughn immediately smiled happily.

"But how did your phone end up in her hands? That message shouldn’t have been sent by you."

She guessed it the moment she saw it, as it wasn’t in Cyrus Hawthorne’s usual manner of speaking.

Just as a precaution, she still went.

"A mere illusion." Cyrus Hawthorne placed the towel on the table and said calmly, "Your phone’s security index is too low. Tomorrow I’ll install a small program for you to enhance its protection."

"How come you know everything?" Hearing this, Ann Vaughn puffed her cheeks slightly, "I initially wanted to personally go down and tear Joyce Chancellor apart, didn’t even get to do anything and you solved it ahead of time."

It was disappointing.

But his method of solving it... Ann Vaughn had to admit, it was satisfying.

Cyrus Hawthorne pinched her fair cheeks, chuckling, "How about I have Sept tie her up and let you have a go at her to vent?"

"No need for that, I am not a devil after all." Ann Vaughn feigned seriousness, "Just unexpected that President Hawthorne actually didn’t spare her at all, acting so decisively."

"Hmm?" Cyrus Hawthorne raised an eyebrow.

Ann Vaughn flipped over, lying on his chest, looking directly at him, "I heard President Hawthorne was chatting and laughing with Joyce Chancellor at the banquet, treating her so well. Even allowed her to follow upstairs to rest, many suspected there might be something between you two."

Cyrus Hawthorne scoffed lightly, "They’re probably blind."

Upon saying this, he clasps Ann Vaughn’s slender waist, pressing her slightly into his embrace, murmuring tenderly, "So, did their idle talk make you jealous?"

Blind... Idle talk...

Ann Vaughn once again felt fortunate—Cyrus Hawthorne usually didn’t verbally lash her, truly sparing her.

"President Hawthorne can get jealous over some rumor heard from who knows where, but I can’t learn from them and be jealous of you?" Ann Vaughn huffed.

If she was genuinely jealous, she wouldn’t be here talking nicely to him.

She’d have kicked him off the bed, out of sight, out of mind.

The great President Hawthorne had no inkling of the impending crisis of being kicked off the bed by his wife, but upon hearing this, he chuckled softly.

"Miss Vaughn’s learning ability is so outstanding, it’s a shame to waste it."

"Huh?"

Before understanding his words, Ann Vaughn felt herself being spun around. When she came to, she was already beneath him, his male pheromones enveloping her.

The warm lighting outlined his deep, sculpted facial features, and the fiercely burning flames deep in his eyes seemed to scorch Ann Vaughn’s heart.

The close proximity allowed her to see her reflection in his eyes clearly, filled entirely with her, only her.

Unable to tell whether she was feeling excited or nervous, maybe both.

Ann Vaughn’s face slowly began to heat up, and she couldn’t help but cover her eyes, "Don’t look at me..."

What kind of devil was this man?

Just one more look, and it felt like he was demanding her life.

Cyrus Hawthorne kept his gaze on her, wouldn’t miss the traces of her emotions, leaned down to bury his laughter in her shoulder.

The slight vibration from the shoulder made Ann Vaughn bite her lip in shame, "Cyrus Hawthorne, stop laughing!"

"Alright." Cyrus Hawthorne lazily responded, raising a hand to loosen the buttons at his shirt collar, revealing a hint of alluring collarbone, "I won’t laugh, I’ll act."

"??"

"Miss Vaughn, watch closely, I’ll only demonstrate once, don’t forget to learn well."

"???"

Who the hell wants to learn this??

And really, just demonstrating once??

...

The next day.

Mark Joyce arrived at Villa No. 8 early in the morning to report to Cyrus Hawthorne about the follow-up to last night’s incident.

"President Hawthorne, after you left The Platinum Palace last night, someone uploaded those videos online, covering all platforms, Chase Shaw couldn’t get them removed despite significant effort."

"What’s more interesting is that all platform representatives claim their backend was altered, and they couldn’t fix it."

This explanation is nonsensical, but these platforms don’t want to upset the one orchestrating this nor the Deep Blue Group, hence their claim.

As to who ordered the platforms to do this, that’s unknown.

Cyrus Hawthorne held a coffee cup, listening, glancing glance over to the little dumpling beside him eating breakfast and yawning, a trace of a smile appeared in his eyes.

"What’s Gothasen’s current situation?"

"Since The Old King passed away, everything within the royal family descended into chaos, intense internal struggles. Warren Vance managed to suppress it with a firm hand when he returned." Mark Joyce said, "Currently, the Second Prince controls Gothasen’s most important oil resources, while the Eldest Prince has numerous influential supporters. Warren Vance is the most popular among the people... who will ultimately take the throne is still uncertain."

Though Warren Vance is the crown prince and the most qualified candidate to inherit the throne, if he were to meet a sudden demise, he wouldn’t secure the position.