Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1004: I Don’t Like Him Anyway

From the moment he appeared, an overwhelming chill engulfed the entire room, even making the air feel thin.

An invisible force filled the space, causing even Sept and Quinn Bishop, who were a bit further away, to feel as if their lungs were being crushed and breathing became difficult.

"Let her go."

Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was icy, and his gaze at Warren Vance was filled with undisguised killing intent.

"You’re the first person who could hurt me." Warren Vance squinted and smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, and he still hadn’t let go of Ann Vaughn in his arms. "Why don’t you ask her if she’s willing to return to your side."

After speaking, Warren Vance’s lips curled into a provocative arc, leaning closer to Ann Vaughn’s ear, he said, "Annie, are you willing to go with him?"

Leaning against his chest, Ann Vaughn slowly turned her head, her empty eyes meeting Cyrus Hawthorne’s, then shook her head and said, "I am not willing."

Cyrus Hawthorne’s grip on the gun tightened slightly.

Warren Vance’s smile deepened, and he continued to ask, "Why aren’t you willing?"

"I initially agreed to be with him just to get close and obtain the 319 file. Now that the goal has been achieved, he’s of no further use to me, why should I return to him?" Ann Vaughn articulated her words clearly, "I don’t even like him."

As the last sentence fell, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes suddenly constricted, the gaze locked on Ann Vaughn’s face becoming increasingly grim and cold.

"Ann Vaughn, do you even know what you are saying?" His face was as cold as water, the anger in his chest almost bursting.

"I am very clear." Ann Vaughn’s eyes were vacant, but her words were increasingly ruthless: "I’ve long grown tired of being by your side. If it weren’t for the benefits you bring, why would I bother to pretend with you for so long?"

The atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing point, making people feel a chilling breeze even though the air conditioning was off.

Sept and Mark Joyce both wished they could go up and cover Ann Vaughn’s mouth to stop her from speaking any further.

The gentleman had waited for her at the top floor for more than two hours, preparing so many surprises just to make her smile.

Yet she, all along, was just using him?!

"So you never liked me?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep eyes were as dark as ink, staring intensely at Ann Vaughn’s small face, trying to find any trace of deceit.

However, there was none.

Ann Vaughn’s expression was calm, without the slightest hint of guilt, and even with a tinge of sarcasm.

"If I liked you, where would that leave my fiancé Warren Vance? The person I like is him, the one I want to marry is him, and it has never been you. From now on, we are done."

The last trace of softness in Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression gradually vanished into his violent aura, and the look in his eyes as he stared at Ann Vaughn was colder than ever!

"That won’t be up to you." Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips lifted coldly as he pulled the trigger, firing two shots at Warren Vance behind Ann Vaughn!

Thinking of the bullet from earlier, Warren Vance squinted and quickly dodged the two bullets coming straight at him!

Unfortunately, Cyrus Hawthorne’s purpose was not to injure him, but—

Ann Vaughn!

In the blink of an eye, Cyrus Hawthorne was in front of Ann Vaughn, ignoring her struggle as he pulled her away from Warren Vance!

A dangerous glint flashed in Warren Vance’s dark red eyes as he sneered, "Do you think that even if you take her away, her heart will return to you?"

"And what if it doesn’t?"

Cyrus Hawthorne forcefully gripped Ann Vaughn’s waist, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and turned around to leave swiftly.

Quinn Bishop appeared from the shadows and asked worriedly, "My lord, the princess was taken away by that man, should I pursue?"

"No need." Warren Vance’s lips curled into a cold smile, "No one can take his bride from a vampire’s hands."

Unless Ann Vaughn can awaken from his blood curse.

Otherwise, even if that man takes her, there will be no good outcome.

Only then did Quinn Bishop stop asking questions, and looking up, he was startled to see the blood stain on Warren Vance’s cheek, "My lord, you’re hurt!"

This was truly unprecedented!

At this moment, Sweetie slithered out from Warren Vance’s sleeve, winding up to rest on Warren Vance’s shoulder, its crimson tongue flicking at the bloodstain on his face.

Warren Vance took the handkerchief handed to him by Quinn Bishop, elegantly wiping the wound on his cheek, a deep meaning hidden within his dark red pupils.

"It has been a long time since I’ve encountered a human who could wound me like this."

"Your Highness, do you mean... there’s something unusual about that man?"

Warren Vance casually tossed the handkerchief into the trash, squinting as he said, "Earlier, I was wondering why the blood curse in Annie had suddenly retreated back into her body. It seems it’s not a coincidence."

Quinn Bishop immediately understood, "Yes, I will immediately investigate that man’s background thoroughly."

A mere ordinary man, at the latest by half a day, Quinn Bishop is confident about digging up every detail about his ancestors!

...

Villa No. 8.

Cyrus Hawthorne carried Ann Vaughn upstairs with a stern face, while Sept and Mark Joyce stopped on the first floor, anxiously looking on.

Just then, the phone Cyrus Hawthorne had tossed to Sept before started ringing.

"Dad, everything’s ready on my end! Is Mom there now, when can we start? Remember to behave well later, don’t make Mom angry again!"

The cute, soft voice from the phone gave Sept a sense of finding salvation, and he quickly said, "Young master, please come back quickly, something’s wrong here, tonight’s plan might have to be canceled..."

"Canceled? Why? Did something happen to my mom?"

"It’s all messed up, anyway, if you don’t come back, Miss Vaughn might not make it..."

It’s not that Sept was exaggerating, but based on his years of following Cyrus Hawthorne, and his understanding of him, after Ann Vaughn said those ungrateful words to him...

She’s probably on a path of no return tonight.

"Did Mom and Dad have a fight?" Kenny sensed a brewing storm urgently and said quickly: "I’ll be back right away, please try to keep things calm until then!"

He hung up right after saying that.

Sept stared, "Young master wants us to keep the situation with Sir and Miss Vaughn stable..."

Mark Joyce’s temples throbbed, "I might as well die..."

"We don’t necessarily have to die, but Miss Vaughn might not make it." Sept was numb.

Who knows what kind of madness Ann Vaughn was up to.

No matter how much the gentleman favors her, she shouldn’t have spoken so heartlessly, right?

What she did was akin to trampling the gentleman’s sincere heart, no man could endure that, let alone him.