Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1106: Surrounded by Beautiful Women

Chapter 1106: Chapter 1106: Surrounded by Beautiful Women

Rumble—

The island’s rate of collapse was accelerating, and the deep black seawater surged rapidly until it formed a terrifying whirlpool, furiously swallowing everything on the island.

In an instant, the sea level sank, waves rolled violently, and a gust of wind swept over the world, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

The helicopter circling above the sea grew closer, and even the yachts docked around the island had to quickly retreat to avoid being dragged into the whirlpool.

Aboard the silver helicopter that veered off the Hawthorne Family’s formation, Nathan Hawthorne looked at the sea littered with branches and driftwood, his expression growing solemn.

Beep beep.

The walkie-talkie at Nathan Hawthorne’s waist sounded again.

"Sir, Team A didn’t find Miss Vaughn."

"Sir, Team C hasn’t found any trace of Miss Vaughn."

"Sir, Team F found Miss Vaughn’s coat on the whirlpool’s edge but still no sign of Miss Vaughn."

The green film covering Zeke’s body is actually made from new nano-materials, making it bulletproof and even capable of floating immediately after falling into the water. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Zeus Base spent over two years crafting this rare treasure, and it’s never failed.

If Zeke is not being pinned down by something preventing it from floating up, then it’s very possible that...

Meanwhile, in the vast ocean.

The salty seawater gushed into her nose and mouth, scorching her throat, forcing Ann Vaughn to wake from her brief unconsciousness.

She wiped her eyes and blinked hard. Her consciousness slowly returned, along with the image of Cyrus Hawthorne holding her tightly before they were whisked into the whirlpool.

Where is Cyrus Hawthorne?

Ann Vaughn panickedly looked around, but as dawn neared, a thin mist rose over the sea, obstructing her view and making it impossible to see ahead or around her.

Hopefully, they were knocked out by the waves just like her.

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips together, her eyes filled with growing anxiety. She instinctively wanted to punch something to vent her frustration but found her right hand restrained.

She looked down.

There she saw Zeke floating on the sea, glowing green all over.

Her right hand was tightly tied to Zeke’s hand, and she was practically lying on top of it, using it as a piece of driftwood.

Thankfully, even though the seawater occasionally splashed into Ann Vaughn’s nose and mouth, it never took her life.

But seeing such a green thing was quite shocking at first. Wanting to let go, she decided to hold it tighter instead.

Green or not, at least it’s useful.

But maintaining the same position while drifting would soon leave her arms aching and powerless, and without someone finding her, she might just exhaust herself to death.

Ann Vaughn simply crawled onto Zeke, sitting directly on its stomach. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her small hand and sighed with relief, "This is much more comfortable."

The unconscious Zeke: "..."

I’m just unconscious, not dead, thank you.

Who knows how long they’ve been drifting? The mist above the sea grew thinner, and distant sounds of a yacht approaching were heard.

With the sound drawing closer, a black yacht appeared from the opposite direction, and Ann Vaughn could clearly see someone on the deck through the thin mist.

That person, dressed in a black suit, appeared tall and graceful, silhouette cold like a snow-driven pine tree. His side profile was as if chiselled, so handsome it took away all the world’s shine.

"Cyrus Hawthorne?!" Ann Vaughn was stunned for a few seconds before a layer of surprise burst from her eyes. He was okay!

She hurriedly raised her hand, waving to get his attention while shouting, "Cy—rus—Haw—thorne!"

Splashes.

The sound of waves stirred by the yacht’s propeller quietly drowned her yelling, and across a twenty-meter distance, the person on the deck hadn’t noticed her presence.

Just then, another figure walked on the deck.

Red dress, short hair, heels on feet, her bright demeanor as beautiful as the dawn sunrise; even with an unclear outline, it was evident she was exceptionally stunning.

She walked behind Cyrus Hawthorne, wrapped an arm around his waist, playfully resting her head against his face, whispering something.

Not only did Cyrus Hawthorne not push her away, he turned with a smile and held her in his arms.

Framed against the radiating skyline, they looked like the most intimate lovers in the world, snuggled together.

The yacht moved increasingly closer to Ann Vaughn, yet she seemed frozen, absent-mindedly watching the two tightly embraced on the deck, forgetting to speak.

The yacht swiftly passed by not far from her, splashing water onto her face, her skin paler than snow.

Ann Vaughn’s raised hand slowly dropped, only reacting once she was no longer able to see the tail end of the yacht in her view.

Ah, some part of her body seemed to ache a bit.

"Don’t overthink it, maybe that person wasn’t Cyrus Hawthorne at all?" Ann Vaughn pulled herself together, vigorously rubbing her cheeks, trying to erase the image from her mind.

Just a vaguely familiar silhouette, what could that possibly explain?

And perhaps earlier was merely her hallucination?

After all, as big as she was, sitting on the "raft", Cyrus Hawthorne would have seen her, surely?

The anger in her chest slightly subsided, and Ann Vaughn looked up to see the silhouette of a small island emerging ahead, her eyes brightening instantly.

Ignoring everything else, she used her hands as oars, with Zeke as a raft, swiftly paddling towards the island, shockingly fast.

Finally reaching the small island before Zeke met its demise.

"Annie!"

A delighted call came from not far away.

Ann Vaughn propped Zeke onto land and looked towards the source of the sound, seeing Josiah Keaton soaking wet, running towards her wildly, and hugging her tightly.

"It’s so good you’re okay." Josiah Keaton said with lingering fear, "When that wave hit earlier, I couldn’t even grab your hand before you were swept away, scared me to death."

"I’m glad you’re okay too." Ann Vaughn patted his shoulder, paused for a moment, and asked, "Did you see Cyrus Hawthorne?"

Josiah Keaton released Ann Vaughn, his brows instinctively furrowing at her words, as if hesitating to speak.

Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, "What, what is it?"

"You always think about him." Josiah Keaton interrupted her with a bit of jealousy, somewhat sourly saying, "He’s doing well, surrounded by beauty, even blooming on such a remote island. And when he left with another woman, he didn’t care if you were in danger. Why bother with such a man?"

So she hadn’t hallucinated earlier?

Ann Vaughn clenched her fingers, her gaze scattering slightly, "Who was that woman?"