Chapter 560: Chapter 560: I Have an Objection
Kenny clicked to open the video, only to see a cruise ship named "Baize" having unexplained consecutive explosions along its hull. The roaring sound was accompanied by chaotic noises, and the cruise ship instantly fell into chaos.
The video was only a brief ten seconds, and what was captured was quite limited. Kenny didn’t even see the silhouette of Cyrus Hawthorne.
"Why was Eve there at the time?"
"Auntie’s debt is so high she’s been digging in the soil, where would she find the mood to run to the West at night to enjoy the sea breeze?" Eve retorted directly.
The person being snapped at couldn’t help but murmur internally, saying if you just sold one luxury bag, you wouldn’t be in debt like this.
Seeing Eve’s message, Kenny pursed his little lips and quickly asked, "Then where did you get this video?"
"I saw this on the mercenary website. That idiot is quite something; after every task, he always takes a video to commemorate it and then posts it on the website to show off."
"If we want to know who hired this person, what should we do?" Kenny pondered for a moment and asked again.
Eve immediately perked up, "Oh, that’s my specialty, it’s just that... I want to replace my handgun recently." She added a cheeky wink emoji at the end.
"Sure, I’ll design a new one for you," Kenny agreed without much thought.
Seeing these words, Black Spade J, who was eating instant noodles, couldn’t stay calm anymore and typed hurriedly, "Eve, this is too much. How many new weapons has My Little King designed for you? Can your cabinet still fit them?"
Eve: "As an elegant woman keeping up with trends, one must have a cabinet as tall as a wall to store weapons."
Black Spade J: "..." Which woman is as crazy as you?
In the midst of their bickering, the leader who had been silent spoke up, "My people have already reached the location you mentioned. Don’t worry, we will notify you immediately once the sunken ship is found."
The group chat was suddenly flooded with ellipses.
"Damn, I was just about to send someone over."
"Me too..."
"It’s not easy to owe My Little King a favor; I think we should give up on this idea."
Having been teased by them so much, Kenny had already gotten used to it. He brushed off their jests, then solemnly typed two words, "Thank you."
The leader quickly replied, "QwQ."
The chat room, previously filled with sighs and grumbles, burst into laughter when they saw the leader’s message with an emoticon.
Kenny also found it hard to watch and silently closed the chat interface.
Just then, a knock came on the door.
"Young Master, are you asleep?" Uncle Dexter’s voice came through.
Kenny closed the laptop, jumped off the stool, and ran to open the door for Uncle Dexter, "Uncle Dexter, what’s wrong?"
"It’s the Young Madam." Uncle Dexter sighed, his face full of worry, "The doctor just came by to check on the Young Madam. She has a slight fever, although it’s not serious, but I’m very worried about her emotional state..."
"I’ll go check on mommy!" Kenny didn’t wait for him to finish and sprinted towards the master bedroom.
The doctor had left long ago, and in the spacious room, only Ann Vaughn was present.
Kenny, a little out of breath, ran into the room and saw Ann Vaughn sitting by the bed, holding several documents in her hands.
The wall lamp emitted a warm glow on her pale face, seemingly giving it a cold sheen. Her profile was quietly beautiful, yet it evoked a sense of heartache.
Seeing Kenny enter the room, Uncle Dexter closed the door and sighed, then turned to walk downstairs.
Inside the room.
Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze at the three powerful characters in the bottom right corner of the will, gently brushing her slender fingers over them.
The will’s signing date was on the day she officially reunited with Cyrus Hawthorne.
It turns out that he had already thought through all the escape routes for her, but had left none for himself.
Ann Vaughn closed her eyes forcefully, wondering if he even knew that the escape she wanted could never be provided by any of these things.
The only thing she ever wanted was...
"Mommy?" A cautious babyish voice came from the bedside, abruptly pulling Ann Vaughn out of her lengthy reverie.
Kenny leaned on the bed’s edge, his star-like eyes uneasily watching Ann Vaughn, filled with worry.
Ann Vaughn opened her eyes, looking at Kenny in this state, her heart softened. She then bent down and picked him up onto the bed.
"Kenny should go to sleep. Mommy is thinking about what story to tell you tonight..." Ann Vaughn lay down with the little one in her arms, forcing herself to be energetic, "Let’s go with ’The Little Prince’."
Kenny snuggled closely in Ann Vaughn’s embrace, nodding his small head obediently.
He knew Mommy was thinking about The Archfiend again just now.
Otherwise, how could she have forgotten that he had memorized ’The Little Prince’ long ago...
Soon, Ann Vaughn saw Kenny fast asleep, with his reddened eyes gradually softening, and bent down to kiss his tender little face.
Tomorrow there would be a tough battle to face... she couldn’t collapse here.
The next day.
In the top-level conference room of Hawthorne Group, undercurrents were surging.
"I believe everyone has received the news, so let me be direct." Harold Hawthorne stood on the stage, looking at everyone below, his face expressionless, "Such a large Hawthorne Corp. cannot be left unmanaged even for a day."
"As the president’s uncle, I have the responsibility and obligation to take on this burden, and I believe no one is more qualified than I am."
Someone in the audience raised a question, "If President Hawthorne is absent, then what about Old Master Hawthorne?"
Harold’s face immediately turned sorrowful, "The Old Master was so shocked that he couldn’t bear it, and he is still in the ICU at the hospital."
The executives looked at each other, whispering to one another.
"During the time the Old Master is recovering, I will temporarily manage the entire corporation’s affairs. Once the Old Master’s health improves, the final decision will rest with him. If anyone has any objections, you can bring them to me directly."
Harold maintained a very humble and cordial posture.
However, who among those present wasn’t an old fox for a thousand years, understanding what game Harold was playing here?
It’s precisely because they understood that no one spoke up to oppose him.
Because Hawthorne Group is different from other companies; the president is always constrained by the board of directors, who can also vote to remove the president.
However, in Hawthorne Group, Cyrus Hawthorne is the absolute controller, not constrained by anyone.
The shares owned by the board members combined don’t even reach his, and they have no power to check him.
Additionally, since the company surname is Hawthorne, it should be inherited and managed by the Hawthorne Family; outsiders cannot intervene.
Seeing that none of the executives had anything to say, a smug smile slowly appeared on Harold’s face, "Excellent, since no one has objections, from today—"
"I have an objection."
Suddenly, a soft and pleasant female voice forcibly interrupted Harold.