CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: WHY DID YOU SUDDENLY START UNDRESSING?

Sure enough, as he said, it was Mark Joyce who brought people to rescue them, and those black-clad men who had fainted were taken away.

Ann Vaughn, who had been tense for a long time, suddenly relaxed when she got into the car, her head leaning against the seat as she felt a bit drowsy.

But when she turned her head and saw Cyrus Hawthorne taking off his shirt, her sleepiness was frightened away instantly!

"Why, why are you suddenly taking off your clothes?!" Ann Vaughn bit her lip, quickly moving her gaze away from his tempting abs that were lean and well-defined.

Cyrus Hawthorne had always had a habit of working out, being the type who looked slim with clothes but muscular without them, with a physique that was in no way inferior to those international male models.

Just one glance made her feel her cheeks grow hotter, unable to stop scolding herself, hadn’t they already slept together, what was she being shy about?

Cyrus Hawthorne paused at her words, tossing aside the blood-stained shirt in his hand, picking up a new one, and changing slowly: "The other set is yours, don’t worry, I won’t peek."

He paused before continuing, "Of course, there’s not much to see."

The warmth on Ann Vaughn’s face suddenly spread throughout her body, her bright eyes glaring at him fiercely, "What do you mean by that?"

There wasn’t much to see about her figure, so who was it that night holding her tightly by the waist again and again, as if in a deathly embrace?

Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn’s fierce gaze suddenly dimmed.

How could she forget, that night was just because Cyrus Hawthorne mistook her for Cynthia Vaughn, it was an accident.

It had nothing to do with love.

She suddenly felt a wave of tiredness sweeping over her heart, mingled with such a thick sense of pain that it was suffocating.

Ann Vaughn didn’t want to think further, turned her head away, and closed her eyes, indicating she wanted to rest.

After some unknown amount of time, she suddenly felt a warmth spread over her, and she opened her eyes a sliver to see a coat draped over her.

It was Cyrus Hawthorne’s.

Ann Vaughn only felt a sourness at her nose, staring unblinkingly at the coat for a long time before closing her eyes again.

Only when the sound of long, even breathing came from Ann Vaughn’s position did Cyrus Hawthorne open his narrow eyes, speaking with a cold voice, "Have you checked it out?"

"Yes, it has been found out that it’s the son of the man you sent to prison half a year ago on charges of embezzlement and fleeing, who hired people to do this..." Mark Joyce, sitting at the front and driving, reported one by one.

After listening, Cyrus Hawthorne looked at the computer on his lap, a thin smile appearing on his lips, "His son’s financial resources and connections are far from enough to support him in setting up this trap."

"You mean..."

"Continue investigating, start with Horizon."

Horizon?

Mark Joyce was shocked in his heart, wasn’t that Second Master Hawthorne’s company?

"President Hawthorne, there’s one more thing, yesterday the pharmacy under the corporation called to say that the lady went there to purchase medicinal herbs, the quantity was too large, so they specifically came to ask for your opinion."

Purchasing medicinal herbs.

Cyrus Hawthorne propped his chin with one hand, lazily glancing at Ann Vaughn, who was sleeping soundly beside him, only then did he remember, she had opened a pitifully small medical clinic.

"Let Ethan handle this matter, and also, do not let her know it’s my intention."

"...Understood." Mark Joyce suppressed his shock, couldn’t help but glance at Ann Vaughn who was asleep in the rearview mirror, oblivious to everything.

President Moore was in charge of all the medicinal supply channels for the pharmaceutical research project, including the sources, quality, and the finest grades.

This was one of Hawthorne Corp.’s key channels, yet it was given to a woman who probably couldn’t even remember the names of the herbs.

It really seemed like a fantasy.