Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1008: Are You Jealous?

However, even though Julian Ford wore his lips out trying to persuade, Cyrus Hawthorne remained indifferent, his face as cold as frost, and his narrow eyes as deep as an ancient pond, locking all the tumultuous waves at the bottom, not a ripple revealing itself.

No one could fathom what he was thinking.

Recalling the message from Mark Joyce, Julian Ford had a vague inkling of something.

"Brother, after all, Annie has lost all her memories now and can’t remember anything from your past. Maybe it’s somewhat understandable that she used you to achieve her goals due to this muddled state?"

No man could endure discovering that the woman he cherished most had been using him all along.

Moreover, this was Cyrus Hawthorne—a man who had seen all kinds of beauties—yet he had only Annie in his heart.

If it were the old Ann Vaughn, she would never have used Cyrus Hawthorne’s affection for her to achieve any particular goal.

But the current Ann Vaughn... is ultimately different from before.

Even though Ann Vaughn had been good to the Ford Family, and Julian Ford was willing to speak on her behalf, he somewhat disapproved of her using Cyrus Hawthorne.

"Do you think I’m bothered because she used me?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips curled coldly, his voice indifferent without warmth.

He would give her his life; a mere use, how significant was it to make him angry?

Julian Ford’s head was filled with question marks, "Then why are you so upset?"

Not even caring if his beloved woman deceived and used him... My God, this level his brother had reached, he probably couldn’t learn it in a lifetime.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression was stern, like being in the eye of a snowstorm, with the surrounding temperature dropping, it was quite refreshing.

For no particular reason, Julian Ford suddenly had a burst of insight and cautiously asked, "Could it be because... did Sister-in-law say she was tired of staying by your side, and you’re jealous?"

After saying this, Julian Ford felt it was impossible.

How could his brother be such a childish person?

Upon hearing this, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes suddenly squinted tightly, and he said coldly, "If you’re too idle, there is an ecological project over on Continent F recently. I’ll send you there tomorrow to take charge."

Julian Ford: !!!

He immediately remembered a few years ago when Cyrus Hawthorne sent him to Continent F. It was beautifully labeled as an opportunity to accumulate work experience, to train his capacity to handle matters independently, and when the time was right, he would bring him back to the country.

At that time, it had been said with such enthusiasm and ambition that he was eager to make a career for himself on Continent F to prove himself.

As a result, he spent several months digging wells there, becoming as dark as coal, and when the lights were off, you couldn’t see him, only his white teeth.

Forget about a career; he nearly lost his life and never made it to the helicopter that Cyrus sent to fetch him...

That experience was simply unforgettable for Julian Ford!

This time it’s said to be an ecological project, but who knows if it’s just another way to make him farm...

"No, no, no! I shouldn’t have spoken! Please forgive me!" Afraid that Cyrus would issue an order at the next second, Julian Ford quickly changed the topic: "Why haven’t I seen J.B.? Isn’t this little guy usually sticking to his mommy the most?"

Cyrus Hawthorne gently placed Ann Vaughn’s hands beside the pillow, and responded softly, "He was sent to the old master’s place."

Otherwise, seeing this scene, he would cause an uproar.

"Children are sensitive; knowing their parents are quarrelling would be hard for them. Sending him away was a good idea." Julian Ford nodded, feeling relieved.

Being too shrewd isn’t good either.

Almost got sent away himself.

Knock, Knock, Knock—

The knocking sound prompted them to look towards the door where Evan Sawyer stood, holding a cellphone, looking somewhat solemn.

"Cian, there’s a lead over there. They said they would only cooperate after seeing you."

...

The Main Hawthorne Family.

As soon as Cyrus Hawthorne appeared in the underground forbidden chamber, an oppressive aura emanated from him, immediately making the large space feel narrow and cramped.

The Hidden Guards respectfully stood aside like a row of statues guarding their lord.

"Family Head," Sept paused his interrogation, stepped forward and reported to Cyrus Hawthorne, "We’ve used every means on him, but he still won’t say anything."

This hard nut seemed somewhat tough to crack.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face was as if covered with frost, he let out a cold approval and walked towards the man lying in a pool of blood, looking down from above.

The man’s body was a canvas of lacerations, almost no intact skin left, a mixture of black and red blood trickling from the wounds into the pool below, tap by tap, harshly testing one’s will.

Yet at this moment, he still hadn’t uttered a single word.

"Are you Cyrus Hawthorne?" The man gasped for breath. Upon closer listening, his breathing was weak. "I’ll make a deal with you. Let me go, and I’ll tell you what you want to know, how about it?"

"Oh?" Cyrus Hawthorne settled into a long chair, his long legs elegantly crossed, his demeanor lazy, "Not necessary."

"Don’t play mind games with me," the man quickly took a breath, chuckling coldly, "You nabbed me here because of that base’s secret, didn’t you? If I don’t talk, no matter how capable you are, you won’t find out what’s in there in this lifetime."

The man was not blindly confident; he had enough reason to sustain himself until Cyrus arrived before he spoke.

Julian Ford and Evan Sawyer arrived a step later, hearing this, they sneered.

"Big words."

"Whether I’m boasting, you know it well." The man was choking on his own blood, coughing continuously, his voice intermittent. "You should know... miss out on me, cough cough... and you’ll miss the only chance."

No one in the outside world knew of that base’s existence.

If the man hadn’t gone out on errands and been caught by Cyrus’s men, it wouldn’t have been exposed.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes lightly closed, long fingers tapping on the armrest of the chair, seemingly contemplating the truth of the man’s words.

"Cough cough cough... I only want you to let me go, give me some money to disappear far away, so I won’t be caught back by the base, and I’ll tell you everything." The man’s gaze flickered, "This deal, you won’t lose."

"Brother, what do you think?" Julian Ford looked at Cyrus Hawthorne.

"Why so troublesome." Cyrus leisurely raised his eyes, meeting the man’s confident gaze, responding calmly, "Are you from Nanshire Town, Grypholm?"

Evan Sawyer was stunned, remembering that they hadn’t found this man’s identity information yet.

Lying in a pool of blood, the man’s body stiffened, "...Nanshi what town, I’m not discussing that now!"

"You were in a car accident at eight, not fatal, but your right leg was severely injured, leaving a scar." Cyrus Hawthorne leaned his chin, his tone nonchalant, "At eleven, you played too hard and hurt your head, causing nerve damage, with exceptionally poor memory. Later, you dropped out of school at fifteen and joined The Crimson League..."