CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: THE TRUE CULPRIT

Jason Hawthorne cast a cold glance at her. Her eyes were clear and bright, a blend of unpretentious beauty and purity.

It had been over five years since they last met, and she had become even more alluring...

But her acting had also improved!

He wasn’t Twinkle; he would not give her a second chance to get close!

"Get her out!"

This command was colder and more ruthless than before, leaving Laura Quincy with only a chilly view of his back.

Watching him walk away, Laura Quincy was anxious, but the security guards stopped her from getting inside, even threatening to call the police and accuse her of causing trouble.

With no choice, Laura Quincy had to return, knowing that having failed once, there may never be another opportunity.

Nighttime.

In a barbecue restaurant on East Evergreen Road, Laura Quincy and Nina Pierce sat facing each other, with plates of grilled food and beer on the table.

Laura Quincy placed her empty bottle under the table and was about to pour a drink when Nina Pierce stopped her, "Laura, drink less."

Laura Quincy still filled her glass, "Nina, I’m really suffocating inside, why am I so unlucky? A good intention leading to unexpected destruction. I saw that man today, cold as ice, not listening to my explanations at all, more detestable than The Inferno!"

Nina Pierce sighed, having spent days with her friend, sharing in her pain, feeling indignant on her behalf but unable to do anything.

The comments from the internet age are terrifying, especially since Laura didn’t provoke an ordinary family, but the powerful Hawthorne Family.

Sigh...

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and said, "Laura, where’s your boyfriend? Isn’t he going to stand up for you at a time like this?"

Laura Quincy drank another mouthful, "He’s on a business trip abroad, usually these few days I can’t reach him."

Nina Pierce pouted, "Always so mysterious, always unreliable at critical moments."

A trace of loneliness slid across Laura Quincy’s brow. Yes! She wished Jasper could be by her side at this moment. Even if he couldn’t help her, at least he would be a support.

Nightfall.

In the CEO office on the fifty-ninth floor of Aegis Group Tower.

Jason Hawthorne stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass window, gazing at the city’s dazzling lights. His eldest brother had been appearing often in the company recently, trying to win over some executives to support him, even sending his favorite son to Kingsport to attend some summit.

Unfortunately, his plans were all for naught.

As for the second brother, he seemed inactive on the surface but had secretly contacted who knows how many households. His mind was like a clear mirror...

If they love to stir things up, just let them!

Mason Cross knocked and entered, "Boss, Butler Chadwick called to say the young master refuses to eat, making a fuss... going on a hunger strike."

Jason Hawthorne suddenly turned around, "Hunger strike?"

Mason Cross nodded, "Yes, the lunch sent in wasn’t touched by the young master, and he won’t eat dinner either. The young master also said..."

Jason Hawthorne’s dark eyes sharply swept over him, "Said what?"

Mason Cross paused, "Said... if he can’t see his sister, he’ll continue the hunger strike to the end."

Jason Hawthorne’s fists gradually clenched, his eyebrows twitching uncontrollably. Damn woman! What has she done to charm Twinkle?

"Go back!"

"Yes, I’ll have David prepare the car."

After Mason Cross stepped out, a layer of frost still shrouded Jason Hawthorne’s face. His son had been stubborn since he was young, unlike him in this regard.

The Hawthorne Villa.

On the luxurious leather sofa, a big and a small face each other, the atmosphere tense.