A dazzling sapphire ring that Ann Vaughn had longed for was on Susie Somrs’s ring finger!
Ann Vaughn’s first instinct was that she had mistaken it, but as she looked again, her heart chilled completely.
How could this be...
At that mont, the woman wearing the sapphire ring brushed past Ann Vaughn with her companion.
"But... are you sure it’s okay to accept such an expensive gift from him? I heard he already has a son. Are you going there to be a stepmother?"
"It’s not at that point yet. He hasn’t given his word."
"You should think it over. His ex-wife is quite formidable; I’ve heard she’s even famous..."
"No matter how formidable the woman was, she still got abandoned, right? As long as he loves now, I’ve already won. Co on, don’t worry about , I know what I’m doing."
"..."
The conversation gradually faded away.
Ann Vaughn stood motionless with Susie Somrs, her head slightly lowered.
Until Sean Sloan couldn’t hold back and reminded her, "Miss Vaughn, if you’re not feeling well, I can help support Miss Somrs for you?"
Ann Vaughn finally snapped back to reality, her delicate face looking slightly pale as she reluctantly managed a smile, "Thank you, then."
Sohow, all her strength seed to have been drained, and she couldn’t muster any energy.
The throbbing pain in her lower abdon made her face even paler and she seed distracted.
After leaving the Last Call Bar, Sean Sloan helped Susie Somrs into the car parked by the roadside.
The rear window rolled down to reveal Julian Master Moore’s gentle face, with an aura like sculpted jade, composed and gracious.
"Miss Vaughn, sorry for today’s trouble. If there’s anything you need help with in the future, feel free to co to RIS to find ." He said warmly.
RIS?
Isn’t that a renowned ga company in the country?
Even Ann Vaughn, who doesn’t often play gas, had heard of RIS.
And all she did was call him to inform him about Susie’s whereabouts, isn’t this thanks a bit too much?
Ann Vaughn wisely didn’t reject the offer and smiled appropriately, "Thank you in advance, Youngest Uncle Moore."
Julian Master Moore nodded slightly, "Take care on the road."
After saying this, he lifted the car window and instructed the driver to head ho.
The car soon disappeared into the pitch-black night as Ann Vaughn stood in place, feeling the cold wind blow.
Only when the discomfort in her lower abdon intensified did she realize and return to her own car.
...
Julian Master Moore looked down at the girl who had just been helped into the car. Like a little puppy, she snuggled up to his side, soft and fluffy, causing him so headache.
She was already completely drunk, no matter how he tried to wake her, she wouldn’t wake up. She slept soundly, her little mouth smacking sweetly as she lay on Julian Master Moore’s lap.
But what gave Julian Master Moore a headache was not this.
It was her extrely improper attire.
—Exposed shoulders, back, and thighs.
This, what kind of behavior is this?
Julian Master Moore’s heroic face, rare in its somberness, grabbed the blanket from the seat and seriously covered Susie Somrs with it.
"Sir, Miss Somrs is quite drunk," said Sean Sloan, who was driving, knowingly, "Your deliberate distancing from her recently has had a counterproductive effect."
As Julian Master Moore’s personal and dostic manager accompanying him for years, how could Sean Sloan not be aware of Julian’s helplessness and regret in deliberately distancing himself from Susie Somrs?
However, it was just addressing the symptoms, not the root cause.
Julian Master Moore’s typically gentle face suddenly turned cold.
"She’s still young; she can still have better choices."
Sean Sloan shouldn’t have spoken further, but hearing this, he said impulsively, "But how do you know you’re not her best choice? You clearly like one another..."
According to his observation, Miss Somrs doesn’t just simply like him.
This dazzling young girl actively seeks Julian Master Moore’s embrace, and Julian isn’t entirely devoid of feelings for her.
Yet he insists on pushing her away, what does he intend to do?
"Don’t say anymore, Sean Sloan." Julian Master Moore gently pressed Susie Somrs’s hand as she tried to pull off the blanket and said lightly, "My feelings for her have nothing to do with love."
The rearview mirror reflected Julian Master Moore’s clenched hands on his unconscious lap, the throbbing veins visible, Sean Sloan glanced, sighing heavily in his heart.
Sir, being such an insightful and clear person, how did he manage to stumble when it cos to feelings for Miss Somrs?
To love is to restrain oneself.
The car returned to Julian Master Moore’s villa.
Female maids and Sean Sloan helped Susie Somrs into her room, while Julian Master Moore sat in his wheelchair, quietly observing.
His hands on the wheelchair armrest continuously tightened, and the smile that always exuded gentle warmth at the corners of his lips was tinged with an imperceptible bitterness.
Let it be.
Let it be.
...
Hawthorne Group Tower.
Ann Vaughn’s photo had long circulated within the group’s internal channels, so the reception skipped asking if she had an appointnt and enthusiastically led her to the CEO’s private elevator.
After Ann Vaughn got in the elevator, the receptionist excitedly sent a ssage to all major groups.
"Breaking news! Her Majesty is here to check on His Majesty’s post!!"
This ssage was like a stone cast into a tranquil lake, causing quite a stir in the internal groups.
Unaware of this, Ann Vaughn arrived at the top floor, greeted the secretaries in the secretary’s office, and proceeded to the CEO’s office.
"Wait a mont, Miss Vaughn." Ann Vaughn hadn’t reached the CEO’s office before the secretaries hurriedly called out, "I forgot to tell you, President Hawthorne is at a business luncheon today, so he’s not at the company."
With his phone off and not at the company...
Ann Vaughn pursed her lips and smiled as she thanked them, "Thank you."
"No, it’s nothing." The secretary seed flattered, waving her hand.
"By the way..." Ann Vaughn initially wanted to ask if they knew the address of the luncheon, but her lower abdon suddenly cramped painfully, changing her complexion.
Oops...
Ann Vaughn quickly held her lower abdon, trying to alleviate the pain.
"Excuse , I need to go to the restroom first." Struggling to finish her sentence, Ann Vaughn’s lip color turned pale.
The secretary initially wanted to ask if she should call a doctor to check on Ann Vaughn, but seeing her rush to the restroom, suddenly understood, and turned to the tea room.
Inside the restroom.
Fortunately, Ann Vaughn had a habit of carrying an ergency pad, so she wouldn’t need to awkwardly borrow one.
At this ti, footsteps sounded from outside the restroom and quickly ca inside.
"Hey, I heard President Hawthorne’s ex-wife just ca to the company. Could she be here to catch him cheating?"
Sitting in the stall, Ann Vaughn captured two important pieces of information, and her thin eyebrows gradually furrowed.
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