Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1078: There Will Never Be Another Chance

Chapter 1078: Chapter 1078: There Will Never Be Another Chance

Just as the Minister’s words fell, the office door was pushed open.

"Minister, it’s not good. Multiple virus cases suddenly appeared near The Hesperian Region, and after testing, all have been confirmed as OX virus!" A subordinate rushed in, panic-stricken, "Due to the local leader concealing the matter, nearly half of the population has been affected!"

"What did you say?!" The Minister stood up, looking grim.

The subordinate was anxious, "Minister, they’re requesting the dispatch of the OX antidote, specifically the batch made using Dr. Vaughn’s formula..."

It was a critical period of standoff between J Country and S Country. As long as they insist Ann Vaughn’s formula is flawed, all those sudden deaths will be attributed to her error, and S Country will eventually succumb to outside pressure and hand her over.

But if they use Ann Vaughn’s formula now, this plan would completely unravel...

The Minister was clearly aware of this, his expression unpredictable, breathing heavily, "No rush, the OX virus has a buffer period; it doesn’t become fatal quickly. Let me discuss with the senators..."

Before the words finished, another subordinate dashed into the office.

"Minister, it’s terrible; news of the virus infection in The Hesperian Region has leaked, and all international news websites are reporting on it!"

What?!

The Minister’s vision went black, nearly causing him to topple over.

Who on earth is causing trouble behind the scenes?!

...

After the recognition banquet ended, Ann Vaughn’s hands were already stuffed full of business cards, almost too many to hold.

Many asked her to help make medicinal wine, some wanted to know how to play the carp swiming musical piece she just played, and others were eager to introduce her to boyfriends.

If Wilder Sheridan and Eli Sheridan hadn’t come forward to help out, Ann Vaughn wouldn’t have known how to handle these enthusiastic elders.

Back in Room 8, Ann Vaughn eagerly turned on her phone, feeling a trace of disappointment when she saw no calls or messages from Cyrus Hawthorne.

She quickly picked herself up and dialed Cyrus’s number, only to hear an "out of service" message.

Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows and called Mark Joyce instead.

The timing was quite coincidental; Mark Joyce was about to turn off his phone when he saw Ann Vaughn’s call.

"Miss Vaughn?"

"Special Assistant Joyce, is Cyrus Hawthorne busy now?"

Mark Joyce replied surprisingly, "Miss Vaughn, don’t you know that President Hawthorne is going abroad today?"

Abroad?! 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Ann Vaughn shot up from the bed, her face showing a hint of shock, "He... didn’t mention it to me."

It’s been almost three days since I last saw Cyrus Hawthorne.

And from a psychological point of avoidance, she hadn’t reached out to him either.

"Perhaps President Hawthorne forgot in the moment. You know, those old foxes in J Country are hard to deal with. President Hawthorne has been working tirelessly for three days straight to remove you from this incident. Please don’t be mad at President Hawthorne..." Mark Joyce carefully explained for his boss.

After all, if Ann Vaughn is upset with the boss, it would affect his mood and all the subordinates would suffer as well.

What a struggle.

Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn hesitated for a moment before asking, "Has he been out of sight these days because he’s been tackling the issues of J Country framing me?"

"Yes, the longer this drags on, the more detrimental it is to you. Only swift and decisive action can minimize the harm done to you, sparing you from being hurt by rumors."

Thump thump.

Ann Vaughn’s heart suddenly seemed to collapse in two corners, softening completely.

Even when angry, he doesn’t forget to resolve these troublesome matters, yet he hasn’t even made a single call to her... How arrogant can this man be.

While lost in thought, Ann Vaughn heard the airport broadcast from Mark Joyce’s side.

"Special Assistant Joyce, are you still at the airport?"

"Yes, there’s less than half an hour before boarding."

Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn’s eyes instantly lit up, and she quickly jumped up from the bed, "I’m coming over immediately!"

"Ah? Wait..."

Before Mark Joyce could dissuade her, Ann Vaughn had already hung up.

Mark Joyce’s face turned bitter.

How could Miss Vaughn possibly make it in such a short time?

Ann Vaughn couldn’t make it on her own, but thankfully she has a brother who’s a champion racer.

Cutting down nearly half the time, Ann Vaughn finally arrived at the VIP lounge just as Cyrus Hawthorne and the others were about to leave.

Mark Joyce was almost in tears; you really can’t underestimate Miss Vaughn...

At the sight of Ann Vaughn at the lounge entrance, Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep and somber gaze paused briefly, then he raised his hand, signalling everyone to go out first.

About to speak, Ann Vaughn rushed to him and hugged him, instantly withdrawing the words of reproach that were about to leave Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were going abroad?"

"Mark Joyce told you?" Cyrus Hawthorne lowered his eyes, his hands resting on her soft waist, urging her to straighten up a bit. He looked at her wind-rouged face, frowning, "Was Wilder Sheridan speeding with you?"

His slightly coarse fingertips brushed her cheek twice, and when she whimpered in pain, he let out a cold laugh.

"Knowing it hurts, you still dare to act recklessly?"

"I wanted to see you." Ann Vaughn rubbed her face in grievance, "They say if the mountain doesn’t come to me, I’ll go to the mountain."

Cyrus Hawthorne let out a soft laugh, removed her hand from her face, lowered his head, and kissed her reddened cheek, his warm tongue gently licking her cool skin.

Ann Vaughn’s body shrank, instinctively climbed onto his shoulders, and kissed his thin lips.

"What I said to you that day was just nonsense. I was afraid the nightmare would come true if I told you, so it wasn’t deliberate to hide it from you."

For some reason, Ann Vaughn had a gut feeling.

If she didn’t explain it now, perhaps... there won’t be another chance.

Even though she can’t quite explain why she had this feeling, her intuition has always been very accurate.

"That nightmare is related to me?" Cyrus Hawthorne squinted his eyes, enjoying her rare initiative, his cold and defined facial lines softened.

Ann Vaughn hummed as she nodded.

Cyrus Hawthorne ruffled her head, asking in a deep voice, "Is there nothing you want to ask me?"

"Even if you don’t tell me, I already know." Ann Vaughn pursed her red lips, "I also know you wouldn’t let me go with you."

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have kept the trip abroad a secret from her.

"Stay at home and wait for me to return." Cyrus Hawthorne gently turned her face, dotted with anger, towards him and gently planted kisses on her lips, "Will you promise me?"

"...You’re pulling this trick again!"

"Hmm?"

"Okay! Now let go!"

Ann Vaughn raised her flushed face out of his embrace, then proceeded to pull an assortment of items out of her ten-sided amulet and handed them to him.

Apparently unsatisfied, she also removed a crescent stone pendant from around her neck.