When Tanya Sinclair brought out the noodle dish, Declan Pierce was on the balcony taking a call. Her balcony wasn’t big, with clothes hanging, and Tanya noticed her underwear was hanging just two ters away from Declan, making her blush a bit.
She tiptoed over and, taking advantage of Declan not paying attention, quickly grabbed the underwear and hid it behind her back.
Declan had just hung up the phone and turned around, their eyes eting, leaving Tanya feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Um... the noodles are ready, on the table. After you finish eating, take the dicine, and then you can leave."
After saying that, Tanya quickly turned around and went back to the bedroom, throwing the underwear onto the bed.
Declan had already thoughtfully gone to the kitchen to get two pairs of chopsticks.
The two sat face to face eating noodles, Declan casually rolled up his sleeves, eating comfortably, as if he were at ho.
It was Tanya who was feeling awkward.
She never would have imagined that one day she would be eating noodles with Declan Pierce in her ho. The scene looked bizarre no matter how you viewed it.
Declan’s phone rang several tis in the middle; it seed soone was urgently looking for him, but Declan rely glanced at it and hung up each ti.
After finishing the noodles, Tanya was about to stand up to clean up when Declan looked at her: "Stay seated."
He took the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen and washed them with practiced ease.
Tanya recalled that mont; back in the day, Declan was a poor student working to pay for his tuition.
His face was deceivingly striking, looking very affluent.
When he first started school, many speculated he was a young master from so conglorate... Later, realizing he was dirt poor, those prying eyes turned to schadenfreude.
With such good looks, he was destined to be the focus of attention, no matter his personal wishes.
"Tanya Sinclair."
"Hmm?" Tanya snapped back to reality.
While drying his hands, Declan spoke calmly: "If a man asks you to cook and clean, stay away from him in the future."
"Okay." She agreed readily.
Actually, she now wanted to stay away from all n.
But she wouldn’t say this to Declan; their relationship wasn’t close enough for her to confide her thoughts.
After eating and cleaning up.
Tanya escorted Declan to the elevator.
"Goodbye, and thank you for saving tonight. Be careful on your way," Tanya said, polite to a fault.
Declan quietly looked at her and softly said, "Goodnight, Tanya Sinclair."
She smiled, "Goodnight."
The elevator doors closed in front of her, blocking out the sight of Tanya’s face.
The tender yet impartial "goodnight" she uttered still seed to linger in the air around him.
Declan self-deprecatingly pulled at the corner of his mouth.
Walking out of the building, his driver had been waiting for a long ti, attentively opening the car door for Declan.
As soon as he got in the car, Declan received a call from his subordinate.
In a voice devoid of warmth, he asked, "Have you found the person?"
The one on the other end of the line, steeling his nerves, said, "Mr. Pierce, they rode their motorcycles straight into the urban village. The terrain inside is too complicated and crowded, we lost them..."
"Keep looking." Declan sat back in the car. His extraordinarily handso face was hidden in the dark, with eyes as deep as icy pools, exuding a chilling ruthlessness. "Even if you have to turn the entire urban village upside down, find them for !"
"Yes!"
...
The next day, as Tanya Sinclair had expected, the gossip about Yvonne Hawthorne and her mother eting a man late at their restaurant blew up online.
The trending topics kept coming up one after another, and since Vanguard Entertainnt broke the news, it was even more credible.
Other dia might accept money for their services, but everyone knows that the owner of Vanguard Entertainnt, Zion Monroe, is so rich that he’s got nothing but money.
Tanya went to work as usual.
Theodore Hawthorne’s calls ca incessantly in the middle, but she didn’t block them, nor did she answer any.
Now, it wasn’t the best ti yet.
Near noon, having finished her tasks, Tanya received a call from Daisy Bell.
Daisy excitedly said, "Baby Tanya, let show you sothing nice!"
Tanya clicked on the video link Daisy sent her.
The ti was probably this morning at the Aris International Airport. Vincent Hawthorne had just returned from Kreston City and was imdiately sward by a group of reporters who had been waiting.
He had left very high-profile, publishing his itinerary, and now was facing the consequences.
"President Hawthorne, your sister Yvonne has always maintained an image of the pure and lovable rich girl online. In private, she’s so wantonly promiscuous; as her brother, do you have anything to say?"
"President Hawthorne, everyone knows you spoil your sister rotten. Did you already know about this incident?"
"Mr. Hawthorne, your mother was also there last night. Are all the won in The Hawthornes so liberated in private? Are your parents in an open marriage?"
A Vanguard Entertainnt reporter stuck the microphone right into Vincent Hawthorne’s face.
"Mr. Hawthorne, can you confirm that your father is indeed Theodore Hawthorne?"
Vincent Hawthorne, who had been wearing sunglasses and remained silent, could endure no longer and angrily knocked out the microphone.
The reporter, truly one of Zion Monroe’s people, fell to the ground feigning injury, shouting, "Vincent Hawthorne hit soone! Oh dear, a wealthy man is physically assaulting a reporter!"
On the other end of the phone, Daisy Bell was nearly dead with laughter.
"Everyone at Vanguard Entertainnt, from top to bottom, is truly talented! Serves him right! That scumbag Vincent Hawthorne, I refuse to believe he accidentally went to Kreston City yesterday!"
Of course, it wasn’t an accident.
Vincent Hawthorne has always been like this; when The Hawthornes make things difficult for her, he doesn’t intervene, nor does he stop them. As if by doing so, he remains forever innocent.
If she hadn’t taken advantage of the situation last night, right now, the woman being pushed to the forefront and cursed by everyone would have been her, Tanya Sinclair.
"Tanya, The Hawthorne Family is now trying desperately to get in touch with you, and they’ve even sent people to find ," Daisy Bell asked, "What’s your next plan?"
Tanya Sinclair replied calmly, "Let’s wait a bit longer; it’s not the right ti yet."
The Hawthorne Family is in chaos, while Tanya Sinclair continues with her work as usual. Belinda even ca by to see her, not ntioning The Hawthorne Family directly; upon seeing Tanya Sinclair in good condition, she left reassured.
Tanya Sinclair worked overti, leaving the office close to ten o’clock.
She was considering whether to buy a late-night snack from the nearby shop or go ho and prepare sothing healthier.
Just then, a tall man’s figure erged from the shadows behind the flower bed, walking directly toward her.
"Tanya Sinclair..."
Tanya Sinclair narrowed her eyes slightly, watching Vincent Hawthorne approach.
In public, he was always ticulous from head to toe.
But today, Vincent looked unusually disheveled, wearing a hat, his shirt wrinkled and half-tucked in his waistband.
The security guard at the company entrance noticed the situation and cautiously stepped closer, hand already on his electric baton.
Seeing no unusual reaction from Tanya Sinclair, the guard didn’t approach further, instead observing from behind.
"Need sothing?" Tanya Sinclair’s tone and gaze were equally cold.
Vincent Hawthorne’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, not quite daring to et her eyes.
"I... I wanted to co see you. Are you okay?" he explained, dry-mouthed, "I arranged for Jonah Rivers to pick you up at the hotel last night, but when he got there, the place was swarming with police..."
’Smack—’ Tanya Sinclair, expressionless, lifted her hand and slapped Vincent Hawthorne forcefully across the face.
Vincent Hawthorne didn’t dodge, his hat was knocked off, and he took the slap.
Tanya Sinclair’s hand trembled uncontrollably—with rage, with hatred, and with an indefinable sense of disappointnt.
"So, you knew what The Hawthornes planned to do to last night, and you, Vincent Hawthorne... consented!"
"Vincent Hawthorne, how can you be so shaless? I... I used to be your wife! When we took our vows, you said you’d love and protect forever! Even if you don’t love , I’m still Caden and Joy’s biological mother!"
Tanya Sinclair couldn’t continue, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"I spent fifteen years of my life on you, loving you to the point of giving you my life, and you..." Tanya Sinclair let out a derisive laugh, eyes full of numb desolation, "Want to send to hell, Vincent Hawthorne!"
"Tanya, it’s not like that!" Vincent Hawthorne urgently tried to explain, "I only realized their plan after the plane landed, so I..."
"Vincent Hawthorne." Tanya Sinclair interrupted him, her clear eyes coldly piercing into his, "There are five flights a day from Kreston City to Aris. If you really wanted to save , you would’ve flown back yourself."
"..."
Vincent Hawthorne was speechless.
He hadn’t rushed back to save her, only sending Jonah Rivers to pick her up.
Tanya Sinclair exposed his self-deceiving hypocrisy.
"Vincent Hawthorne, if sothing had really happened to last night, you’d only shed a few fake tears, feigning innocence, and shift the bla to other mbers of The Hawthorne Family."
Tanya Sinclair’s eyes were filled with disgust, "Vincent Hawthorne, you disgust more than anyone else in The Hawthornes!"
After saying this, Tanya Sinclair turned and walked away.
Vincent Hawthorne hurried to catch up, reaching out to hold her, his voice soft, "Tanya, Yvonne said you still have..."
So this was his true purpose for coming tonight!
Tanya Sinclair angrily shook him off, and her bag swung towards Vincent Hawthorne.
"I have everything, but you have no right to talk to !"
Tanya Sinclair was so infuriated by Vincent Hawthorne’s shalessness that she didn’t notice a man in a baseball cap and mask approaching from the corner, holding a bottle of unidentified liquid.
The man silently unscrewed the cap, and the scent of high-concentration sulfuric acid wafted out; he aid the entire bottle at Tanya Sinclair!
"Bitch, how dare you fire ! I’ll make you pay!"
"Tanya, watch out!"
Vincent Hawthorne rushed over to protect Tanya Sinclair, but at the critical mont, another figure ca out to shield him.
"Vincent!"
This voice was...
Vincent Hawthorne turned sharply, catching the falling Cindy Lynn, her back clothing eaten away by the concentrated sulfuric acid.
"Vincent, are you okay?" Cindy Lynn lay in his arms, tearfully concerned about him.
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