Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again

Seeing Chase Shaw’s genuine concern and his overly respectful attitude towards her, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but muse that The Archfiend’s lingering influence was indeed formidable.

The scope of radiation was truly broad. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Thank you for the reminder, I’ll be careful," Ann Vaughn nodded and thanked Chase Shaw before leaving the place.

Chase Shaw watched her back and unconsciously wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Scared him to death.

This was a powerhouse who could easily drive a normal person insane.

It’s never wrong to show respect.

...

During lunch, Ann Vaughn heard from Chief Lynch that The National Research Institute lived up to her expectations, not giving away the formula easily; moreover, they made a substantial gain under tight defense.

What originally could have been acquired for free, J Country had to bleed for it, imagine how frustrated they were.

Previously in the marine microorganism research in J Country, S Country endured much derision and mockery from them, and now, all have been returned in full.

Upon hearing that there was a reward for her from the top, Ann Vaughn was a bit surprised, "Why reward me?"

Chief Lynch and Mrs. Linden were amused, and Reese Lynch explained from the side, "Silly girl, do you think you only contributed a few pages of formulas? All the benefits J Country painfully divided to our country were earned through your formulas. If not rewarding you, who else would they reward?"

Anyone else would have already boasted before her father, yet this girl knew nothing and was even puzzled about the reward.

Simply adorable.

Ann Vaughn embarrassedly touched the tip of her nose, "I hadn’t thought that far, and I don’t lack anything, so let’s forgo the reward."

"How can that be? What’s yours is yours; clear rewards and penalties from the top can motivate those below." Chief Lynch chuckled, "Since you haven’t figured out what you want, we’ll save it for later, remind us when you do."

Is this possible?

Ann Vaughn didn’t refuse further and nodded in agreement.

"Oh, Annie." After finishing the serious conversation, Mrs. Linden turned to Ann Vaughn, "Do you have any more White Jade Pills from last time?"

"Yes, you’ve finished the previous ones?" Ann Vaughn was a bit surprised. She had given the White Jade Pills to Mrs. Linden and Reese Lynch enough for two months.

"No, it’s not that; some of my friends noticed my skin has improved recently and asked what expensive skincare I used." Mrs. Linden’s eyes narrowed as she recounted, "They’ve entrusted me to buy some from you, but since Vaughn Clinic hasn’t offered the White Jade Pill yet, I haven’t promised them immediately."

"White Jade Pills aren’t for sale. I don’t make many, so I distribute a few," Ann Vaughn thought for a moment, "Can you ask them if ten boxes would be enough?"

Good things are limited in quantity mainly because their production process is complex and time-consuming.

Mrs. Linden initially planned to use this to help Ann Vaughn expand connections but hadn’t thought this far. Hearing this, she felt a bit disheartened.

Ann Vaughn was unaware of Mrs. Linden’s thoughts. After returning, she asked someone to send the remaining ten boxes to Mrs. Linden.

Soon, Ann Vaughn received a huge amount of money transferred by Mrs. Linden, far exceeding the value of the White Jade Pill.

Honestly, Mrs. Linden showed no mercy when it came to her friends.

Ann Vaughn set down her phone, flexed her wrist for a bit, then resumed extracting medicinal essence.

Stepping out of the lab at dusk, Ann Vaughn noticed the clinic staff looking at her with strange expressions.

Like surprise, admiration, curiosity, mixed with excitement.

"...What are you looking at me for?" Ann Vaughn frowned and asked.

"Boss, look at this video." The receptionist girl rushed over holding her phone, her face flushed with excitement, "It’s my first time seeing such amazing footage at my age!"

What chaos is this?

Ann Vaughn lowered her eyes to look at the phone, seeing the video where she was bowing and playing the piano while the koi in the lotus pond jumped up.

Who recorded this?

Ann Vaughn felt her head ache, turning to call, "Sherry..."

"The store manager just went out, won’t be back for a while!" The receptionist girl joyfully said, "Boss, is the video real? Can you really control those fish with your music?"

The surrounding staff immediately perked their ears.

Ann Vaughn was already puzzled about Sherry’s frequent absences; hearing this, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you very curious?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Then stay curious," Ann Vaughn smiled, patted her bud-shaped ponytail, and walked away.

A chorus of wails arose behind.

Teasing their curiosity but not satisfying it, the boss was too wicked!

Ann Vaughn waited outside for a while, never seeing Sherry return, so she turned and got into the car, leaving.

By the time she returned to Number 8 from Vaughn Clinic, that video of her playing the piano and teasing fish had exploded online, even spreading to foreign platforms.

Unaware foreigners thought it was S Country’s mysterious magic, indignantly claiming S Country was plotting to use this magic to intimidate all nations!

Those with wild imaginations weren’t just one or two; by the time their conspiracy theories about "S Country’s plot" reached fever pitch, domestically, inquiries into the pianist’s identity had begun.

The video was shot from a tricky angle, not showing Ann Vaughn’s face, so nobody had discovered it was her.

If not, a certain mother-obsessed protector wouldn’t let the video see the light of day.

Hearing movement at the door, Kenny immediately abandoned his tablet and ran out to greet Ann Vaughn.

"Mommy."

Ann Vaughn extended her arms to embrace her dumpling, feeling his soft, milky little figure, pondering, "A bit lighter."

The Little Dumpling covered his face with his hands, wondering how his mommy could tell his weight had dropped just by hefting him?

"Mommy, Uncle and Little Uncle came by earlier, said you should visit them later!" The Little Dumpling hugged Ann Vaughn’s neck, his voice soft and sweet.

Ann Vaughn suspected Micah Hawthorne and Lucy Lock’s sentencing results were out. She decided to take Little Dumpling for dinner first and then stroll over to Number 16 afterward.

Encountering the two grim-faced brothers.

"Annie, Micah Hawthorne escaped; the Precinct hasn’t tracked him yet. I suspect he might come to find you. If you can avoid going out, stay home for safety."

"How did he escape? What about Lucy Lock?"

"Lucy Lock is still unconscious and hasn’t woken up. The Precinct has stepped up surveillance on her; there should be no issues."

Ann Vaughn’s eyebrows knitted tightly, a bad premonition suddenly surfacing, "But I feel things aren’t that simple. Could it be possible their brawl was staged to relax vigilance over them?"