Chapter 497: Chapter 497: What a Strong Scent of Jealousy
At that time, she did indeed sign the divorce agreement, and with Cyrus Hawthorne’s power, he could have completed the divorce proceedings without both parties being present.
But the fact that her marital status still showed as married meant—their divorce agreement was merely notarized and the divorce proceedings hadn’t been completed.
Therefore, the divorce agreement was invalid.
Realizing this, Ann Vaughn was stunned on the spot, her pretty face frozen, her eyes brimming with mixed emotions of surprise and entanglement, taking a good while to snap out of it.
This explained everything Cyrus had said to her before.
Why he said he would make a little compromise and be her boyfriend.
—Because he was already her husband, naturally it was a demotion and thus a compromise.
Thinking about it, Ann couldn’t help but find it amusing, was he playing a dating game with her? Playing the role of a boyfriend??
What on earth was this man thinking?
Could it really be that he wanted to court her again, propose to her, and then give her a surprise by telling her this?
Forget it, The Archfiend wasn’t that romantic.
Even she found it absurd, since Cyrus’s romantic intelligence was all invested in their baby, expecting him to be romantic was unrealistic.
Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Could it be that Cyrus had chased after her?
Ann quickly stuffed the document back in her pocket, took a deep breath as she walked to the door, and then opened it.
Even before the door opened, there was a layer of seriousness on Julian Master Moore’s gentle face, but upon hearing the sound of the door opening, a bit of sparkle returned to his obsidian eyes.
"Master Moore...Uncle?" Recognizing the person outside, Ann looked at him and the doctor and bodyguard behind him with some surprise, "What is this about?"
"Pardon the sudden visit, it’s regarding Susie Sommers." Julian nodded gently, explaining, "I’m here at the behest of the family elders to take Susie back."
"I see, please wait a moment." With those words, Ann turned back to the bedroom, consulted with Susie, and then returned, "I’m sorry, Susie doesn’t want to go back."
Not only did she not want to go back, but hearing the words Master Moore made her tremble all over, as if it was some kind of infernal place.
The two people she once cared about the most now stood on the opposite side, mistrusting and even scolding her for others, it’s no wonder she didn’t want to return.
Ann discreetly blocked the door, preventing the group from rushing in and taking Susie away.
Julian merely smiled warmly, "Could you allow the doctor to go in and give Susie a check-up?"
"You won’t forcibly take her away, will you?"
"I respect her wishes."
This sentence made Ann look at the man in front of her again, although he didn’t show concern on his face, his words revealed he did care about Susie.
Just buried it deep, not easily noticeable.
This kind of person... once moved would be unstoppable.
When the doctors finished checking on Susie and came out to report to Julian, he handed a business card to Ann, "This is my card. If Susie has any problems, please contact me immediately."
Ann thought for a moment, then accepted the card and agreed.
Before leaving, Julian left all the doctors and bodyguards downstairs in the apartment building, on standby in case Ann needed immediate assistance in any emergency.
One had to acknowledge, this Uncle of the Master Moore Family was indeed thoughtful and immensely perceptive.
No wonder they say—if he hadn’t lost the chance to stand up again, with his talent and intelligence, it wouldn’t have been Ethan’s turn to inherit the Master Moore Family.
...
Fortunately, Susie’s constitution has always been strong. After taking the medicine and having a nap, her fever broke, and the flu-related symptoms had mostly disappeared.
Ann had watched over her in the apartment for half a day, and was now relieved, mentioning Julian’s visit to Susie.
"Uncle?!" Susie’s expression changed, recalling something, her face filled with gloom and dejection, "Why did he come?"
Really?
Seeing Susie’s half joyful, half dejected expression, Ann was slightly surprised, barely suppressing her curiosity, "He left the doctors and bodyguards downstairs, fearing your condition might worsen, taking early precautions, it seems he really cares about you."
"He doesn’t care about me." Susie was extremely angry, "His eyes and heart are filled with that woman, what am I to him?"
Tsk, what a strong smell of jealousy.
Ann’s eyes held a smile, just about to unmask her little thoughts when she saw Susie stand up, grab the bag, and headed out, "I need to go back, can’t let that woman defile Uncle’s purity while I’m away!"
"Cough, cough!" Choked by her words, Ann couldn’t even finish her sentence, watching Susie hurriedly run out, she shook her head helplessly.
Who said her Susie was unrequited?
Based on Uncle of Master Moore Family’s demeanor today, it didn’t seem one-sided at all...
After changing clothes in the bedroom, Ann headed downstairs and drove the Koenigsegg she snatched from Cyrus, heading to Vaughn Clinic.
Inside, Sherry and several staff were sighing, their expressions weary, making Ann curious, "Not many customers today?"
"It’s not that..." Sherry sighed, pushing a form to Ann, "The pharmaceutical companies on this list have all refused to collaborate with us."
Ann glanced at the list of company names, furrowing her brows, a sudden realization dawned, "Because of Ansel?"
Sherry nodded, "Ansel released a message, stating that any collaboration with our clinic would land the company on their blacklist, with no chance for future cooperation."
Ansel is an established company in The Imperial Capital, with deep roots and a stellar reputation, even making it to the list of conscientious companies last year.
In comparison, although Vaughn Clinic surged forward since its opening, changing many people’s outdated views on traditional Chinese medicine, its foundations were still unstable, still in a germinating stage.
A renowned clinic and a deeply entrenched company are incomparable.
Ann wasn’t surprised, staring at the form for a while, and then asked Sherry, "What other pharmaceutical companies are on par with Ansel in The Imperial Capital?"
"There’s Hawthorne Corp." Sherry gave Ann a teasing glance, and smiled.
Ann couldn’t help but hold her forehead, she knew it...
The last time she was "disfigured" by Cynthia Sheridan, after the press conference, she returned to Cyrus’s villa, only to bump into the strategy minister who had just finished talking with Cyrus.
Even though the strategy minister’s insinuation was subtle, Ann could hear the underlying reproach of dragging Hawthorne Corp. back, and hoped she would persuade Cyrus to cancel the decision.