A dazzling sapphire ring that Ann Vaughn had longed for was on Susie Sommers’s ring finger!
Ann Vaughn’s first instinct was that she had mistaken it, but as she looked again, her heart chilled completely.
At that moment, the woman wearing the sapphire ring brushed past Ann Vaughn with her companion.
"But... are you sure it’s okay to accept such an expensive gift from him? I heard he already has a son. Are you going there to be a stepmother?"
"It’s not at that point yet. He hasn’t given his word."
"You should think it over. His ex-wife is quite formidable; I’ve heard she’s even famous..."
"No matter how formidable the woman was, she still got abandoned, right? As long as he loves me now, I’ve already won. Come on, don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doing."
The conversation gradually faded away.
Ann Vaughn stood motionless with Susie Sommers, her head slightly lowered.
Until Sean Sloan couldn’t hold back and reminded her, "Miss Vaughn, if you’re not feeling well, I can help support Miss Sommers for you?"
Ann Vaughn finally snapped back to reality, her delicate face looking slightly pale as she reluctantly managed a smile, "Thank you, then." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt
Somehow, all her strength seemed to have been drained, and she couldn’t muster any energy.
The throbbing pain in her lower abdomen made her face even paler and she seemed distracted.
After leaving the Last Call Bar, Sean Sloan helped Susie Sommers into the car parked by the roadside.
The rear window rolled down to reveal Julian Master Moore’s gentle face, with an aura like sculpted jade, composed and gracious.
"Miss Vaughn, sorry for today’s trouble. If there’s anything you need help with in the future, feel free to come to RIS to find me." He said warmly.
Isn’t that a renowned game company in the country?
Even Ann Vaughn, who doesn’t often play games, had heard of RIS.
And all she did was call him to inform him about Susie’s whereabouts, isn’t this thanks a bit too much?
Ann Vaughn wisely didn’t reject the offer and smiled appropriately, "Thank you in advance, Youngest Uncle Moore."
Julian Master Moore nodded slightly, "Take care on the road."
After saying this, he lifted the car window and instructed the driver to head home.
The car soon disappeared into the pitch-black night as Ann Vaughn stood in place, feeling the cold wind blow.
Only when the discomfort in her lower abdomen intensified did she realize and return to her own car.
Julian Master Moore looked down at the girl who had just been helped into the car. Like a little puppy, she snuggled up to his side, soft and fluffy, causing him some headache.
She was already completely drunk, no matter how he tried to wake her, she wouldn’t wake up. She slept soundly, her little mouth smacking sweetly as she lay on Julian Master Moore’s lap.
But what gave Julian Master Moore a headache was not this.
It was her extremely improper attire.
—Exposed shoulders, back, and thighs.
This, what kind of behavior is this?
Julian Master Moore’s heroic face, rare in its somberness, grabbed the blanket from the seat and seriously covered Susie Sommers with it.
"Sir, Miss Sommers is quite drunk," said Sean Sloan, who was driving, knowingly, "Your deliberate distancing from her recently has had a counterproductive effect."
As Julian Master Moore’s personal and domestic manager accompanying him for years, how could Sean Sloan not be aware of Julian’s helplessness and regret in deliberately distancing himself from Susie Sommers?
However, it was just addressing the symptoms, not the root cause.
Julian Master Moore’s typically gentle face suddenly turned cold.
"She’s still young; she can still have better choices."
Sean Sloan shouldn’t have spoken further, but hearing this, he said impulsively, "But how do you know you’re not her best choice? You clearly like one another..."
According to his observation, Miss Sommers doesn’t just simply like him.
This dazzling young girl actively seeks Julian Master Moore’s embrace, and Julian isn’t entirely devoid of feelings for her.
Yet he insists on pushing her away, what does he intend to do?
"Don’t say anymore, Sean Sloan." Julian Master Moore gently pressed Susie Sommers’s hand as she tried to pull off the blanket and said lightly, "My feelings for her have nothing to do with love."
The rearview mirror reflected Julian Master Moore’s clenched hands on his unconscious lap, the throbbing veins visible, Sean Sloan glanced, sighing heavily in his heart.
Sir, being such an insightful and clear person, how did he manage to stumble when it comes to feelings for Miss Sommers?
To love is to restrain oneself.
The car returned to Julian Master Moore’s villa.
Female maids and Sean Sloan helped Susie Sommers into her room, while Julian Master Moore sat in his wheelchair, quietly observing.
His hands on the wheelchair armrest continuously tightened, and the smile that always exuded gentle warmth at the corners of his lips was tinged with an imperceptible bitterness.
Hawthorne Group Tower.
Ann Vaughn’s photo had long circulated within the group’s internal channels, so the reception skipped asking if she had an appointment and enthusiastically led her to the CEO’s private elevator.
After Ann Vaughn got in the elevator, the receptionist excitedly sent a message to all major groups.
"Breaking news! Her Majesty is here to check on His Majesty’s post!!"
This message was like a stone cast into a tranquil lake, causing quite a stir in the internal groups.
Unaware of this, Ann Vaughn arrived at the top floor, greeted the secretaries in the secretary’s office, and proceeded to the CEO’s office.
"Wait a moment, Miss Vaughn." Ann Vaughn hadn’t reached the CEO’s office before the secretaries hurriedly called out, "I forgot to tell you, President Hawthorne is at a business luncheon today, so he’s not at the company."
With his phone off and not at the company...
Ann Vaughn pursed her lips and smiled as she thanked them, "Thank you."
"No, it’s nothing." The secretary seemed flattered, waving her hand.
"By the way..." Ann Vaughn initially wanted to ask if they knew the address of the luncheon, but her lower abdomen suddenly cramped painfully, changing her complexion.
Ann Vaughn quickly held her lower abdomen, trying to alleviate the pain.
"Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom first." Struggling to finish her sentence, Ann Vaughn’s lip color turned pale.
The secretary initially wanted to ask if she should call a doctor to check on Ann Vaughn, but seeing her rush to the restroom, suddenly understood, and turned to the tea room.
Fortunately, Ann Vaughn had a habit of carrying an emergency pad, so she wouldn’t need to awkwardly borrow one.
At this time, footsteps sounded from outside the restroom and quickly came inside.
"Hey, I heard President Hawthorne’s ex-wife just came to the company. Could she be here to catch him cheating?"
Sitting in the stall, Ann Vaughn captured two important pieces of information, and her thin eyebrows gradually furrowed.