Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1053: Infidelity Within Marriage

After saying this, Chase Shaw worried that Joyce Chancellor staying here would cause trouble, so after handing over the invitation, he pulled her away.

Gazing at that invitation with gilded edges, Cyrus Hawthorne slowly narrowed his dark eyes, his expression unfathomable.

"President Hawthorne." At this moment, Mark Joyce, who had been silent at the back, stepped forward holding a tablet. His voice was somewhat grave, "Miss Vaughn is trending again."

Cyrus turned to look, his gaze falling on the top trending topic, his handsome face slightly darkening.

#Ann Vaughn’s Marital Affair#

OrangeBombWaterV: Can you believe Ann Vaughn secretly married the crown prince of Gothasen two years ago? If it weren’t for seeing this solid evidence, I wouldn’t dare believe she’s so bold, playing the game of having it both ways. I just feel sorry for President Hawthorne, who’s been so wrongly trusted.

Attached below this text were nine long pictures, the first six all showed Ann Vaughn and Warren Vance together. Though the occasions were different, the attire was almost identical, undoubtedly couple outfits.

The last three were of Ann Vaughn with Cyrus Hawthorne. Judging by the angle of the photos, it was easy to see they were taken by a passerby. Though they were just hand-holding pictures, with no particularly intimate actions, you could feel the sweet vibe through the photos, almost making people feel stuffed.

But under the "solid evidence" of the first six pictures proving Ann Vaughn and Warren Vance’s marriage, these three sweet hand-holding photos seemed somewhat ironic.

With evidence at hand, this post quickly stirred heated debates in the comments section not long after it appeared.

— Ah, is she still clinging onto President Hawthorne when she’s already married? Does she have no shame? The other party is the crown prince of Gothasen; if he were to sue her, it’d be laughable if she ended up in jail.

— When I watched the Gothasen livestream before, I was suspecting the relationship between these two, and it turns out they really had something going on. Those netizens were truly fearful Ann Vaughn would leave, constantly giving President Hawthorne advice on pursuing his wife—isn’t this sabotaging someone’s marriage?

— One is the CEO of a billion-dollar enterprise, and the other is the future heir to a nation. In terms of wealth and status, they’re on par. It’s really hard to choose. But Ann Vaughn wants to hold onto both...utterly disgusting.

— Come on, you guys are too blind. Wearing couple outfits means they’re married? Then do students wearing uniforms have three palaces and six courtyards to manage?

— In those candid photos, Ann’s eyes looked like they held stars when she looked at President Hawthorne, shining so brightly it’s clear she couldn’t hide her affection for him. In contrast, her look at Warren Vance was like a dead fish being forced to perform.

— Haha, the comparison is really something; Ann’s gaze at Warren was like mine when I look at math problems, full of confusion and resistance.

— Tsk, Ann Vaughn’s fans are just deceiving themselves. If you knew what awful things she did in high school, you wouldn’t be able to keep supporting her.

After reading the contents of the post, the temperature around Cyrus Hawthorne dropped drastically, as cold as eternal frost.

Mark Joyce, nearest to him, only felt a chill running through him. His voice became cautious: "President Hawthorne, should we have the public relations department suppress this trending topic?"

"No need." Cyrus’s voice was icy, "Leave it for now."

"Understood."

...

Night fell.

In The Platinum Palace, Ninth Floor Ballroom, all that meets the eye is the utmost extravagance.

Deep Blue Group spared no effort to smoothly penetrate the domestic business scene.

From inviting a renowned orchestra to play, to every dish on the banquet tables, and every product gift offered, everything was carefully selected, truly winning goodwill. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The arrival of Cyrus Hawthorne undoubtedly pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to its peak.

Soon, with a broad smile, Chase Shaw quickly approached, extending a handshake in greeting.

"President Hawthorne, your presence truly graces us, and it’s my honor. I hope you have an enjoyable evening tonight."

Cyrus slightly nodded, one hand casually placed in his pocket, exuding an inherent elegance with his relaxed demeanor, prompting the women in the room to want to scream.

"President Hawthorne."

Along with a sweet female voice, a champagne-colored figure approached from afar. Her face, adorned with exquisite makeup, wore an appropriate smile, her long hair updone with a few strands falling by her cheeks, giving her a bit of allure.

The design of her champagne-colored backless gown was quite cunning, fitting closely to reveal her curves. Together with her figure holding up the dress, she appeared glamorous and irresistible.

Most of the men present were captivated by the sight.

"Miss Chancellor," Chase Shaw slightly bowed, making way for her.

Joyce Chancellor, holding a wine glass, stood beside Chase Shaw, smiling at Cyrus Hawthorne, "Thank you, President Hawthorne, for attending in your busy schedule. If you don’t mind, I’d like to toast to you."

She then downed the red wine in her glass in one go.

She seemed to completely forget about the embarrassment Cyrus had caused her not long ago, her smile impeccable, her demeanor graceful, truly worthy of the title of a socialite.

But while she forgot, Chase Shaw dared not forget, worried that Cyrus would refuse her publicly, causing Joyce Chancellor to lose face, he promptly said: "President Hawthorne, today is a special day for Deep Blue; I’d like to toast you as well."

Cyrus’s expression remained unchanged. He then took a glass from a server’s tray, clinked it lightly with Chase Shaw’s glass, and drained it in one go.

Seeing this, Joyce Chancellor’s lips curved momentarily, a mysterious sparkle flickering in her eyes.

About half an hour later, the doors of the banquet hall quietly opened.

Ann Vaughn walked briskly inside, her gaze sweeping across, but she couldn’t find Cyrus’s figure anywhere.

In her confusion, she heard an enthusiastic discussion from somewhere.

"...President Hawthorne used to never attend such small banquets. Not only did he make an exception tonight, but he was also chatting and laughing with the Deep Blue Group’s eldest miss. When have you seen President Hawthorne treat anyone so well? If you’d tell me they don’t have something going on, I wouldn’t believe it!"

"I also think there’s a high possibility they’ve known each other for a while, but that doesn’t necessarily mean there’s anything romantic between them, right?"

"Look, President Hawthorne felt unwell and went upstairs to rest, and wasn’t the eldest miss following him? If there’s nothing between them, would President Hawthorne allow her to follow?"

"Now that you mention it, it makes sense..."

Just as the person finished speaking, they saw Ann Vaughn’s expressionless face and stared wide-eyed instantly.

"Miss, Miss Vaughn?"

"Do you know which room Cyrus Hawthorne is in upstairs?" Ann Vaughn asked.

"Uh, this...we’re not sure either, we just know he’s upstairs..."

"Thank you." Ann Vaughn didn’t delay, immediately turning towards the elevator.

Watching her departing figure, the previously silent socialites started discussing again.

"Honestly, in terms of looks, I still think Miss Vaughn and President Hawthorne are a better match, up close it just kills me..."