Tanya Sinclair looked at the dialogue box where the two messages popped up, slightly taken aback.
This tone and style didn’t seem much like Daisy Bell.
And the final sentence, why did it seem a bit... pathetic?
However, Tanya immediately thought of the drama Daisy Bell was currently filming, where her character grows from a pushover to the main protagonist.
She likely got immersed in the role.
Daisy Bell has always been an experiential actor, fully immersing herself in the role.
Being an actor is truly strenuous.
Tanya felt a bit heartbroken, naturally granting her wish.
She held her phone and sincerely said, "Good night."
Meanwhile, Declan Pierce halted in front of the black door at the end of the hallway.
Listening to the woman’s gentle and deep "good night" in his ear, he stretched out his hand, the thin, cool fingertips pressing down on the bronze door handle, and the door opened in response.
The balcony door opposite the room wasn’t closed; the night breeze swept through, the coolness permeating the floral fragrance outside.
The moonlight was intense, spilling into the room, just enough to illuminate the walls filled with paintings.
Thousands upon thousands of them.
The paintings, however, were all of the same woman.
Smiling Tanya Sinclair, frowning and angry Tanya Sinclair, silent Tanya Sinclair, the much-admired Tanya Sinclair... but Declan Pierce painted her back view the most.
In fact, in those years, the view he saw the most was also her back view.
A back view that never once turned to look at him.
The only photograph placed in the center is from seven years ago, Tanya Sinclair in a wedding dress.
So pure and captivating, her eyes brimming with laughter, filled with deep love, yet such a look never focused on him.
The room was extremely quiet.
The sound of the wind was clearly audible.
"Daisy, I’ll be very busy in the next few days, I need to sleep first, you should rest early too. Good night, I’ll treat you to a big meal when you return."
He was hiding in another layer of shell, stealing her concern.
The faint moonlight fell on him without warmth.
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Yet Declan Pierce didn’t put down his phone.
"Good night, Tanya Sinclair." he said hoarsely.
In a place full of her, where she couldn’t hear.
Tanya Sinclair, good night.
Perhaps it was because of a tiring day, Tanya Sinclair slept very well, waking up a bit late.
When she went downstairs, Caden and Joy had already finished breakfast and were about to leave. Seeing Tanya Sinclair’s figure, Joy hurriedly changed her shoes, pulling Caden along to run outside.
"Brother, quickly, quickly, the uncle driver is waiting for us."
Tanya Sinclair knew she didn’t want to see her, and being rejected by her biological daughter was naturally disheartening.
But these two days, she was indeed overwhelmed.
Balancing work and family was extremely difficult.
Tanya Sinclair had to prioritize the present. The Alzheimer’s disease drug research project she was working on had its basic research plan preliminarily completed, with several points needing improvement.
Completing it by this Friday, delivering the final version, meeting with The Pierce Family’s second son at Westgard Pharmaceuticals on Saturday morning should be no problem.
Tanya Sinclair returned to the dining table, eating breakfast while organizing and reviewing the content discussed with Professor Yates last night, synchronizing it with Serena Holloway.
Just as Tanya Sinclair had finished being busy, she looked up to see Vincent Hawthorne coming down from upstairs.
Tanya Sinclair discreetly frowned; she thought Vincent Hawthorne had already left...
She didn’t want to eat at the same table with him, so when Vincent Hawthorne pulled out a chair and sat beside her, Tanya Sinclair got up with the intention to leave.
"I’m done eating, I’ll head to the company first."
However, Vincent Hawthorne grabbed her hand.
"Stay with me for breakfast, we’ll go to the company together."
Tanya Sinclair opened her mouth to refuse: "I..."
"Tanya." Vincent Hawthorne held her hand tighter, "I know you’re fighting for time to create a perfect cooperation proposal for me to secure the partnership with Westgard Pharmaceuticals. But we’re not short of these few minutes."
Tanya Sinclair: "..."
Vincent Hawthorne wasn’t just confident, he was narcissistic beyond measure.
In his eyes, everything she did was ultimately for him.
Perhaps only when she tossed the divorce agreement in front of him would he clear up a bit.
Vincent Hawthorne added, "Tanya, there’s something important I wish to discuss with you on the way."
Tanya Sinclair could only sit back down, patiently waiting for a while.
When Vincent Hawthorne finished eating, they headed out together. Vincent Hawthorne noticed the car parked in the yard, pausing slightly.
"This isn’t the company’s car for you, is it?"
Tanya Sinclair found it somewhat amusing: "The company car was given to Cindy Lynn, wasn’t it?"
"..." Vincent Hawthorne remained silent for a moment.
He apparently knew about this matter. Ending the topic, Vincent Hawthorne shifted gears to say: "I’ll have Jonah Rivers expedite another car arrangement for you."
When Saturday ends, she would no longer be the manager of Zenith Group, so she naturally wouldn’t need the car.
"No need." Tanya Sinclair said flatly, "This car was a gift from Daisy. I’m fine with driving it."
The landing price is at least four million.
Vincent Hawthorne narrowed his eyes slightly, speaking with his usual mild tone, though carrying a hint of cool sarcasm: "Being an actress certainly earns fast money."
Upon hearing this, Tanya Sinclair’s hand paused just as she pulled open the passenger door, she frowned and looked at Vincent Hawthorne, her tone a bit cold.
Vincent Hawthorne knew very well that Tanya Sinclair had a good relationship with Daisy Bell, who is, strictly speaking, her only close friend.
The group around him looked down on Tanya Sinclair, sometimes treating her poorly, and Tanya Sinclair mostly tolerated it, but the one time she lashed out was when they inadvertently watched a video of Daisy Bell walking the red carpet.
Several people mocked Daisy Bell’s lowbrow style, her forced cleavage, and made lavish comments on her figure.
One young man, having had a few drinks, saw no outsiders and let loose with his foul mouth.
’Such a piece, fifty thousand per night, can be enjoyed thoroughly.’
When Vincent Hawthorne returned from taking a phone call outside, he pushed open the door to see Tanya Sinclair, who had been quietly sitting in the corner suddenly stand up without warning, picking up a fruit platter from the table and forcefully crashing it onto the face of the man who spoke.
Her expression was blank, yet her gaze held fierce determination.
That day’s Tanya Sinclair overlapped tightly with the person in front of him.
Tanya Sinclair has always been protective .
"I didn’t express myself well." Vincent Hawthorne said, "What I meant was that celebrities really are high-income earners. A four-million car, just gifted like that."
Tanya Sinclair was taken aback, as if she hadn’t heard wrongly.
"This car, four million?"
Wasn’t it around fifty thousand?
Daisy Bell gifted her a four-million luxury car? Also arranged a chauffeur specifically to deliver it.
Has she become so extravagant now?
Tanya Sinclair frowned slightly, finding it hard to believe.
She was aware of Daisy Bell’s situation, every time she saved up five million, she had to transfer it out...
Vincent Hawthorne knew Tanya Sinclair wasn’t knowledgeable about luxury cars or jewelry, and didn’t dwell on it, gentlemanly opening the car door for her.
He had something else he wanted to discuss with her alone.