Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1056: Reputation Tainted

The world outside the closet and inside it seemed to form two completely opposite worlds.

One was chaotic.

One was secretive and ambiguous.

Ann Vaughn had never felt time pass so painfully slow, each minute and second seemed infinitely prolonged. After the effect of the drug faded, an indescribable exhaustion surged through her body, making her want to ignore everything and just sleep.

But the noisy sounds from outside the closet kept her from easily falling asleep, forcing her to stay awake, strenuously.

Finally, when the commotion outside subsided, Ann Vaughn gently squeezed Cyrus Hawthorne’s long fingers and whispered, "It seems like everyone has left, let’s go out."

"Tired?" Cyrus Hawthorne pressed his palm against her heated face, seeing her nod, he pushed open the closet door first, stepped out, and then gently carried her out.

Ann Vaughn was so tired her eyelids were drooping, vaguely hearing Cyrus ask if she wanted to return to number 8, or stay here for the night before going back.

She murmured, relying on her last bit of consciousness to make a choice, "I want to go home."

Go home.

What an appealing word.

A faint smile spread on Cyrus Hawthorne’s lips, he tightened his hold around her slightly, then strode away without looking back.

Upon reaching the room door, Cyrus paused slightly, his narrow eyes casually glanced at the gilded room number on the door, his expression unfathomable.

"President Hawthorne! President Hawthorne!"

Just reaching the front of the elevator, a sobbing voice came from behind Cyrus Hawthorne.

Joyce Chancellor stumbled forward, grabbed Cyrus Hawthorne’s suit jacket hem, and sobbed out of breath, "President Hawthorne, be honest with me, you were the one who went to bed with me from the start, right? You found a stand-in to fool me because you didn’t want to take responsibility, right?"

"You took away my innocence but don’t want to be responsible, just found some man to brush me off, how is such a good thing possible in the world?"

"Now there are reporters downstairs, if they see us going down together, whether you want to admit it or not, you’ll have to face it. I, as the Deep Blue Group’s young lady, what is it that I’m not good enough for you...?"

The more Joyce spoke, the more unwilling she felt inside. She clutched Cyrus Hawthorne’s coat tightly, her eyes flashing with a fierce intent.

"Had enough?" Cyrus slightly turned his head, his cold face utterly unperturbed, looking at Joyce as if he was looking at garbage. His thin lips slightly moved: "Let go, filthy."

The simple three words pierced into Joyce’s heart like a sharp blade.

Her face turned pale and embarrassed, her body trembling as if she was about to collapse.

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell those reporters that today’s incident was due to Ann Vaughn..."

Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t even look at her, his voice was low and chilling, "You dare harm my woman?"

Ding—

The elevator door slowly opened at this moment.

The words Joyce was about to say, stuck in her throat like stones at the moment Cyrus turned to press the floor button, unable to squeeze out a single word.

In her earlier state of confusion, Joyce hadn’t even noticed that Cyrus Hawthorne was carrying someone.

Only now did she realize, not only was he carrying someone, but it was her most loathed—the one and only Ann Vaughn!

At the last moment the elevator door closed, through that crack, Joyce watched as Cyrus Hawthorne naturally lowered his head to plant a gentle, affectionate kiss on Ann Vaughn’s hair.

The elevator door closed completely.

Joyce felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over her head, sending a chill throughout her body.

...

Chase Shaw never imagined, a perfectly good business banquet could be ruined by his own people.

Seizing the moment before the reporters left The Platinum Palace, Chase Shaw immediately had someone intercept them, warning to delete photos and videos. Only after a series of operations was the situation finally stabilized.

Just when Chase thought the issue was roughly settled.

The banquet hall suddenly resounded with the sound of incoming messages one after another.

When those guests checked their phones and looked up, Chase Shaw noticed their eyes on him had suddenly changed.

Ridicule, doubt, contempt, disgust, all sorts of negative emotions flooded in.

No need to guess what they saw.

Chase Shaw felt a severe shortness of breath, completely losing interest in continuing the banquet, and left the banquet hall, his face stern, clutching his phone.

After he left, everyone unrestrainedly started discussing the video just now.

Simultaneously, a topic #DeepBlue Group’s Young Lady Plays Wild# shot up like a rocket straight to the top of the trending list.

Pushing down the heat of #Ann Vaughn’s Marital Infidelity# topic.

The private lives of the rich second generation always fascinated the public. Though Deep Blue Group had little presence domestically, it was well-known overseas as a high-end brand, quite famous.

Many with impressions of the Deep Blue brand flooded into this Weibo post.

—Holy crap, I need a pair of eyes that haven’t seen this video, totally blindsided me.

—Young ladies of the wealthy really go wild, acting so disorderly at a company-hosted banquet, how promiscuous must they be in private, I truly feel ashamed for her parents.

—No way... she’d stoop to be with someone as plain-looking and ordinary as him? Her taste is simply unspeakable.

—A reporter friend of mine on-site felt truly sick, it seems like this Joyce was targeting President Hawthorne initially, calling a bunch of reporters to try and use public opinion to force her way up. But somehow managed to bed the wrong person.

—Hahaha this joke will make me laugh for a year, is she stupid or brainless, really thought President Hawthorne would turn vegetarian and lose his edge? Women trying to climb up through a one-night stand like her, President Hawthorne has dealt with at least hundreds, doesn’t she learn??

—Anyone breaking up my CP deserves instant death! President Hawthorne belongs to Ann, any shameless vixen trying to snatch him, get lost!!

Apart from Weibo, other media platforms were also dominated by this video, as soon as one entered, it was prominently featured on the homepage, impossible to ignore.

No matter how much money Chase Shaw spent, he couldn’t get the video taken down, it was as if someone was manipulating it from behind the scenes.

Truly suffocating.

They say the internet has no memory, but what’s imprinted in the public’s mind, leaving a deep impression, is not easily erased.

Once such memory forms a fixed impression, Joyce’s reputation and her entire being would be tainted beyond repair.

This would be more painful than death.

Meanwhile.

Artiface Cosmetics General Manager’s Office.

Chase Tate abruptly stood up from his seat, his corpulent body almost knocking over the office chair behind him, his face full of agitation.

He had some idea why Joyce exerted all her efforts against Ann Vaughn, but it didn’t matter to him.