On the way back to the villa, Vincent Hawthorne received a report call from Jonah Rivers.
"President Hawthorne, the diamond necklace has been delivered."
Vincent asked, "Did you personally hand it to her?"
"Yes."
Vincent felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness: "...Did she ask anything?"
"No, I said it was specially bought by you for her and she seed quite happy about it. She accepted it right away without any questions."
"..." Hearing this, Vincent unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel, then relaxed.
Jonah, though a bit single-minded at tis, is reliable and honest, not one to flatter both sides or say different things to different people. This was why Vincent initially kept him as his personal assistant.
Since Jonah said so, it seed Tanya Sinclair really did like the diamond necklace.
Vincent’s sowhat anxious heart settled steadily back into his chest.
He curved his lips slightly.
"Alright, I got it."
Vincent took off the earpiece with one hand, threw it aside, and gave a non-committal chuckle.
He had originally thought Tanya Sinclair wasn’t interested in jewelry, but now it seed, after all, she’s a woman—she couldn’t resist these things...
No, perhaps deep down Tanya does like them; it’s just that coming from a poor family, she had never been exposed to them and didn’t know their value. Plus, she married up and was all about him, so she didn’t dare to ask for anything.
Pleasing a woman, indeed, just requires spending money. If that doesn’t work, then spend more.
Vincent looked at his phone. The ssage he had sent Tanya earlier still hadn’t been replied to.
But this ti, Vincent wasn’t worried.
He sneered, with a hint of imperceptible contempt.
She accepted the diamond necklace and was still pretending to be aloof with him.
Considering that over the years, he hadn’t really given Tanya much, not even a proper wedding ring—Mother Hawthorne had lent her one temporarily for the ceremony...
If he thought about it, financially, he had been a bit unfair to Tanya.
Vincent decided to be completely generous this ti.
He didn’t know much about won’s stuff but vaguely rembered Yvonne pestered him not long ago for an Hers bag, so he sent her a ssage to go order another like the last one.
After sending and exiting, Vincent unexpectedly found a new notification in his friend circle.
He rarely posted there and when he did, it was usually related to company activities and promotions.
He clicked in and saw the notification content clearly, raising his eyebrow in surprise.
—Daisy Bell had posted a song and specifically tagged him to listen.
The song was called "Good Day."
Vincent: "..."
What’s she up to now?
How did he rember being blacklisted by Daisy Bell long ago?
Vincent clicked into Daisy Bell’s WeChat and sent her a question mark.
Less than two minutes later, Daisy Bell replied with a grinning emoji.
Vincent: "..."
The sun must be rising in the west, Daisy Bell is even sending him smiley faces now.
Holding the steering wheel, Vincent squinted, guessing the reason.
The only connection between him and Daisy Bell was Tanya Sinclair. Previously, Daisy was always complaining he wasn’t good enough for Tanya, and after barely adding him at the wedding, she imdiately blacklisted him.
Now, with Daisy’s sudden attitude shift, it was likely Tanya had just flaunted the diamond necklace he sent...
The smile on Vincent’s lips deepened.
Ha, won...
Looks like Cindy Lynn was right, he’d thought he knew Tanya well, thinking she was special and aloof, but it turns out she’s just another one who can be appeased with money.
Which is fine, less hassle.
After all, he has money, enough to spend.
As long as he says so nice words when he gets ho, the obedient Tanya Sinclair, who only has eyes for him, will co back.
Vincent’s mood brightened significantly.
The green light turned on, and the Bentley smoothly rged into traffic.
He didn’t notice, just across the way, Tanya’s slender figure appeared at the entrance of Lawyer Shaw’s office.
Tanya pushed the door open and went in.
She walked straight to the reception: "Hello, I’m Tanya Sinclair, I have an appointnt with Lawyer Zane Shaw at five."
"Please wait a mont."
The receptionist made a call for confirmation and then politely told Tanya, "Could you please take a seat over there, Lawyer Shaw’s previous client has run over ti and hasn’t left yet."
"Alright." Tanya went to sit on the sofa in the lounge area, the receptionist brought her a cup of water and so snacks.
"Thank you."
Tanya sipped the water, noticing the legal journals on the rack next to her. One magazine cover featured Lawyer Zane Shaw himself.
—The Unyielding Lawyer, Never Defeated.
Tanya picked it up and took a closer look.
The photo showed Zane Shaw in a tailored suit, likely in his early thirties, sitting in perfect poise from head to toe, with gold-rimd glasses on his sharp, thin nose. He had single eyelids, high brow bones, and a particularly sharp, astute look.
The photo alone conveyed an aura of polished confidence.
As Tanya was leafing through the magazine, she suddenly heard the sound of high heels coming down the stairs, she instinctively looked up, catching the scent of a woman’s perfu.
It was distinctive, both spicy and cool.
A mix of pink pepper, sea salt, and a touch of jasmine.
The woman wore a fitted black short dress and high heels, tall and slender, with a scarf over her face and sunglasses concealing her eyes, revealing nothing of her features. Yet, judging by her figure and poise alone, she was a true beauty.
Tanya felt the woman’s eyes glance at her from beneath the sunglasses.
Soon, she adjusted her sunglasses and walked out without stopping.
Outside, a black business car awaited, and once she got in, the car drove off imdiately.
"Ms. Sinclair, you can head up now." the receptionist reminded.
"Okay."
That woman must have been Zane Shaw’s previous client as well.
Also here for a divorce.
Tanya put down the magazine and went up to the second floor.
Zane Shaw’s office door was wide open, Tanya walked up to the door and knocked twice.
Behind a nearly three-ter-long office desk, the suited man with his head in docunts did not look up imdiately, only responding with a voice.
"Co in."
"Lawyer Shaw, I’m Tanya Sinclair." Tanya went up to Zane Shaw, separated by the desk, seeing the strong presence of an elite lawyer at close range.
Zane Shaw put down the files and looked up, his sharp, inscrutable eyes behind the glasses resting on Tanya’s face, pausing for a few seconds, then assessing her from head to toe like a scanning device.
As if judging how much she could afford.
"Ms. Sinclair, please sit." Zane Shaw was courteous yet distant, glancing at his watch, "Our scheduled ti is from five to five-thirty. My consultation fee is fifty thousand per hour, which Ms. Bell has already paid on your behalf. Let’s begin."
Tanya got straight to the point: "Lawyer Shaw, I want to divorce Vincent Hawthorne as soon as possible, my only condition is to get custody of both children."
Zane Shaw already knew of Tanya’s identity from Daisy Bell.
The wife of Zenith Group’s President, Vincent Hawthorne.
Having undergone a difficult childbirth, she was in a vegetative state for five years.
Zane Shaw didn’t answer directly, but instead asked, "Ms. Sinclair, did you sign a prenuptial agreent with Vincent Hawthorne?"
Tanya: "...Yes."
Zane Shaw was not surprised in the slightest.
Those marrying up face hard tis, especially dealing with wealthy families like The Hawthorne Family. Bringing a woman with no background into the family would surely involve a prenuptial agreent.
He felt a little sympathetic towards Tanya, but not much.
Tanya took out a stack of photos from her bag, all of Vincent Hawthorne and Cindy Lynn, along with their chat records.
"Lawyer Shaw, these are all evidence of Vincent Hawthorne’s infidelity."
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