Ann Vaughn couldn’t fathom how the lustful woman on the phone could be the sa pitiful woman full of self-pity just a mont ago.
No wonder Susie Somrs befriended her back when the whole class was isolating her because of her looks.
Such a classic case of soone obsessed with appearances.
Feeling sorry for Youngest Uncle Moore for three seconds.
Susie•Scandalous•Somrs put the incident behind her and asked, "Enough about , I’ve been aning to ask if sothing happened to you? You sound a bit off."
... Even this could be heard.
Ann Vaughn picked up the remote to open the curtains, waiting for the sunlight to co in before she mustered up the courage to briefly recount what happened last night.
"Are you sure the ring you saw is really the one you think it is?" Susie Somrs closed the suitcase with a thud, holding back her anger as she analyzed with Ann Vaughn.
"The ring’s design is so unique, it’s hardly easy to mistake it," Ann Vaughn said with a bitter smile.
Susie thought for a mont, "I think it’s better for you to ask him face to face. In matters of the heart, overthinking is the worst."
Is that so?
Hearing this, a hint of confusion arose in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, "But I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears."
These words made Susie sigh, confirming that first loves are truly challenging.
"Girl, listen to . Go find your man and talk it through. Explain everything clearly. What if the ring’s design similarity is just a coincidence and he’s not lying to you, but has his own reasons? Keeping things to yourself and overthinking won’t solve anything."
Listening to Susie’s earnest advice, Ann Vaughn felt a sense of familiarity.
"... So have you decided to talk things through with Youngest Uncle Moore?"
"He dislikes so much, do I really need to stick around and keep annoying him!" Susie imdiately burst out.
"..."
Alright then.
They really are emotional experts in words, but failures in practice.
After finishing the conversation with Ann Vaughn, Susie also packed her luggage, double-checking that she left nothing of her own behind in the room to avoid any suspicion of doing it on purpose.
She went through it several tis.
She clearly didn’t bring much when she ca, but when she left, there were two large suitcases.
All of which were things Julian Master Moore had gotten for her during this ti.
Thinking about it, Susie wrote a note and placed it along with a bank card in a conspicuous spot on the table.
Before leaving the room, Susie couldn’t help but look back at it.
Within just a few months, she had grown so attached to this place.
Perhaps it wasn’t attachnt to the room itself.
But no matter how good it is here, it will never be her ho.
In this world, there is no ho that belongs to her.
With lowered eyes, Susie gave a self-deprecating chuckle, dragging her suitcase out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.
...
In the rest area of the president’s office at the top floor of Hawthorne Corp.
The window was slightly open, allowing the cold wind to disperse so of the blood sll lingering in the room.
A man with a bare upper torso leaned against the head of the bed, the dim light making his features indistinct, with only glimpses of his sexy collarbones visible.
Below that was a tanned, muscular chest and well-defined abs, exuding strength and beauty, without a hint of coarseness.
To describe it accurately, it was probably a blend of abstinence and desire.
"Family Head, the gunshot wound on your abdon still needs more ti to heal, as does the injury on your arm. It’s best to avoid lifting heavy objects or engaging in intense activities recently, to prevent secondary damage to the bones."
Seeing the ti was about right, Dr. Kane removed the dicinal pad from the man’s waist and bandaged him again, giving instructions.
Such severe wounds; just looking at them made his scalp tingle.
He couldn’t fathom how the Family Head endured it.
"Mm." The man responded coldly, picking up the shirt beside him and slowly putting it on.
Dr. Kane picked up his dical box, "I’ll be leaving then, take good care of yourself and don’t overdo it."
With that, he left the rest area.
As soon as he exited, Miyi Yates, who had been sitting on the office sofa all night, stood up imdiately, asking softly, "Dr. Kane, how is the Family Head’s injury?"
"Thanks to the dicine Miss Yates provided, the Family Head is fine now." Dr. Kane smiled warmly, speaking.
It’s also because Miyi Yates was well-off that she could provide dicine with such powerful healing properties; otherwise, it would have been difficult to stop the bleeding from such a large wound...
"That’s good." Miyi Yates showed a genuine smile, "Thank you, Dr. Kane, for your hard work."
Dr. Kane shook his head, "It’s my duty, not much hard work involved. Miss Yates, you’ve been here all night, perhaps it’s better to go and rest early."
Miyi Yates glanced towards the rest area, then discreetly looked away, "Dr. Kane, you can leave first."
Upon hearing this, Dr. Kane did not say more, taking the elevator in the office to leave.
After he left, Miyi Yates took out a makeup mirror to tidy herself up and directly walked out of the office.
By this ti, the secretaries had already arrived, and just as Miyi Yates ca out, she bumped into them.
"Morning." Miyi Yates gave them a radiant smile, greeting them kindly, "You’ve been working hard, soday I’ll treat you all to coffee."
The secretaries repeatedly said it wasn’t necessary, smiling broadly as they watched Miyi Yates enter the elevator, then they all let out a collective "crap."
"Is that on her neck a mosquito bite or a love mark!?"
"Coming out of the office at this hour, looking disheveled with a tired face and suspicious marks on her neck... what else could it be?"
"Surely not, right? Have you forgotten how much President Hawthorne detests won who cling to the company? Besides, if President Hawthorne were truly so easily swayed by desires, he wouldn’t have been without a woman by his side for four years..."
"I want to believe that too... but every ti I rember lying to Miss Vaughn yesterday, I panic."
Just then, a voice ca from behind the secretary, "Miss Vaughn ca to the company yesterday? Why didn’t you tell ?"
Mark Joyce, standing behind them at so point, looked at them with a playful smile.
Secretaries: ... Oops.
Soon after, Mark Joyce knocked on the door and entered the president’s office with so intel in hand.
The man sitting behind the black marble desk wore a custom pure black suit, his stern face showing no sign of fatigue, his narrow eyes like sharp blades, flashing cold glints, making them hard to look directly at.
Last night’s ordeal appeared to have left no mark on him.
"President Hawthorne." Mark Joyce placed the docunts on the desk without hesitation, selling out the group of secretaries outside, "Miss Vaughn ca to the company looking for you yesterday."
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