Chapter 285: Chapter 285: I’m the One Who Spoiled Her—Do You Have a Problem?
Silas Master Moore came to fetch some documents and couldn’t help but twitch when he saw the snack cabinet in Cyrus Hawthorne’s office.
"Cian, don’t you know that you can’t spoil women?" Silas leaned against the edge of the desk, looking like he had plenty of experience, "You have to show her who’s boss sometimes, or else she’ll walk all over you."
Cyrus didn’t even look up, his voice calm and unwavering: "Oh?"
"I’m serious, don’t doubt it! If you keep spoiling her, be careful she might get so strong that she climbs over your head one day." Silas added, "And look at how mouthy she is now, like a walking time bomb, always sparring with me every time she sees me, I..."
"It’s because I allow it. Do you have a problem with that?" Cyrus squinted slightly at him, his eyes narrowing.
"Of c...course not." Silas was seconds away from saying "of course I do" but quickly added an extra word to avoid getting in over his head.
He was so angry his face turned green, looking deeply aggrieved.
This is just too biased!
But then again, he’d been lashed out at by that brat Ann Vaughn so many times, couldn’t he just fight back a little?
"Is she sticking to you lately to find out about the MX Plan? I remember she’s pretty good with virus research?" Silas rubbed his chin and asked.
If Ann Vaughn were present, she’d surely regret not sealing Silas’s mouth with tape earlier.
Darn it, how can his random guesses be so accurate?
Cyrus put down the pen in his hand and glanced at Silas as if looking at a fool, "If she wanted the responsibility for the MX Plan, I’d give it to her. So, is it necessary?"
Silas was once again rendered speechless, unable to say a single word.
It’s said brothers are like limbs, women like clothes, but there are plenty of people with broken limbs walking around, yet how many dare go out without clothes?
Now he finally understood how gut-wrenching this saying is.
"I’m leaving!" Silas grabbed the documents angrily and stormed out.
Each time he came these past few days, he left the same way, with the same lines, so much that even the people in the secretaries’ office were used to it.
"Tsk tsk, President Moore really doesn’t learn his lesson. In terms of status, how can he be a match for Miss Vaughn?"
"I heard President Hawthorne even takes her to business receptions, isn’t that too clingy? Isn’t President Hawthorne the one who hates when people overstep?"
"Well, you said it yourself, she’s not ’people.’ I went in the other day to deliver documents, and guess what I saw?" A secretary glanced at the office and whispered, "Miss Vaughn had just woken up, and President Hawthorne was personally putting her shoes, socks, and coat on her, and she even complained about the bow he tied being ugly!"
"Is this a romance or raising a daughter? I’m so jealous..."
"Stop talking, Miss Sheridan is here!"
Just then, the sharp-eyed secretaries saw Jane Sheridan approaching and immediately stopped chatting, putting on smiles to greet her, "Hello, Miss Sheridan."
"Hello." Jane nodded slightly, "Is President Hawthorne available now?"
"Yes, he is."
Hearing this, Jane didn’t linger and headed towards the office.
As soon as she left, the secretaries started chattering again.
Ann Vaughn came back from the restroom, still feeling a little uncomfortable in her lower abdomen, her face pale.
It’s like jinxing it, that bothersome period.
Feeling a bit down, Ann walked towards the office, when the secretary who once said she wanted to pinch her cheeks stopped her to remind her, "Miss Vaughn, Miss Sheridan just went in to report work."
Jane Sheridan?
Ann reflexively recalled how, at the hospital downstairs, Jane had warned her with an airy tone.
"Thanks." Ann put a mint candy on the secretary’s desk and then walked towards the office.
She pushed the door open without any hesitation.
"Sorry, President Hawthorne, it wasn’t intentional, please wipe it." Jane Sheridan hurriedly grabbed some tissues to approach and wipe the coffee stain on Cyrus’s chest.
Cyrus slightly furrowed his brows, using the documents in his hand to block her approaching hand, his eyes showing some impatience, "No need, you may leave."
Jane didn’t insist, and instead apologized, "I will compensate you with a new suit, I hope you don’t mind my mistake today."
Perhaps someone else might accept her apology to spare her inner unease, thanks to her remorseful beauty.
However, Cyrus didn’t even spare her a glance, his handsome face cold and unfeeling.
"Not necessary."
"How can that be..."
"Discussing compensation between fiancés is a bit heartless, perhaps Miss Sheridan is not quite adapted to this identity yet?" still standing at the door watching, Ann Vaughn slowly spoke and interrupted Jane’s performance.
Cyrus’s brows furrowed instantly, and he narrowed his eyes towards Ann Vaughn, "I do have a wife, but what’s a fiancée?"
"That’s a question for Mr. Hawthorne, just how many debts of love have you incurred?" Ann Vaughn fearlessly stared right back, her pretty face smiling sweetly, but her tone was biting, "Do you want to commit bigamy?"
Perfectly returning Cyrus’s previous threat back to him.
Though she never believed Jane’s claim of being Cyrus’s fiancée, it didn’t stop her from retorting.
A faint smile appeared in Cyrus’s deep eyes, then quickly vanished.
"Aren’t you... divorced?" Standing by the side, Jane’s complexion worsened when Ann entered, and she was even more shocked after hearing her words.
Auntie clearly told her that they were divorced, unrelated now.
But both Cyrus and Ann acted like there had been no divorce at all.
How could this be?
"None of your business." Cyrus’s tone was chilly as he unceremoniously ordered her to leave: "You can go out now."
Embarrassment flickered in Jane’s eyes, and as she turned, she cast a dark gaze at Ann before leaving the office.
That gaze held so much meaning, inexplicably making Ann feel a chill down her spine.
As if... she’d been stared at by a venomous snake.
"What are you thinking?" Cyrus lightly touched Ann’s cheek with his arm, sensing a hint of coolness, only for her to dodge immediately, his eyes deepening, "I’m not interested in committing bigamy, don’t overthink it."
Ann Vaughn: "..."
Couldn’t he just nicely explain "I have nothing to do with her"? So stubborn.
And just because he’s not interested in Jane, doesn’t mean the same about Laura Quinn.
But then... what does any of this have to do with her? Why is she even upset?!
Realizing this, Ann’s heart skipped a beat, and she randomly responded and quickly ran to the front of the sofa, trying to avoid the issue.