CHAPTER 165: CHAPTER 165: PRESIDENT HAWTHORNE, GIVE ME AN ADMISSION TICKET

Amber Yates and Janine were walking ahead and didn’t hear this sentence.

After dinner, they bid farewell, and Janine dragged away the two drunkards, while Poppy Hale pointed to the car parked across the street.

Janine didn’t ask much either.

Poppy Hale is beautiful, with a perfect figure and personality. Just by standing there, there are countless people from their company who’ve subtly asked Janine and Amber about Poppy Hale’s relationship status.

She certainly wouldn’t lack admirers.

If she wanted to talk, she’d say it herself. If she didn’t want to, asking would be crossing the line.

Janine nodded, "I’m leaving. They and I are on the same route. Be careful on your way, and let us know in the group when you arrive."

"Okay, Janine, be careful and drive slowly."

The car drove away, quickly leaving Poppy Hale’s line of sight.

Poppy Hale walked toward the car across the street.

Inside the car, Morgan Sloan nodded to Poppy Hale.

With the light on, Declan Hawthorne was looking down at some report. Seeing Poppy Hale get in the car, he naturally reached out and pulled her over.

Morgan Sloan drove the car away.

Poppy Hale looked at what Declan Hawthorne was reading and teased, "Aren’t you worried about hiding something from me? What if I leak company secrets?"

"Did they tell you?"

"Yeah, they also said their President Hawthorne seems to be married, and when he received the ring, he smiled brightly."

Declan Hawthorne smirked.

He looked down at Poppy Hale’s empty finger, "Only bought mine?"

"No, I bought a pair, but because I was short on money back then, I sold mine."

The one she gave to Declan Hawthorne, she couldn’t bear to sell.

She hardened her heart several times, but just couldn’t do it, so she put it away where she couldn’t see it, avoiding the temptation.

She thought of it as her reserve fund.

If she ever ran short of money, she’d sell it.

Unexpectedly, it stayed there for so long.

And unexpectedly, there came a day she could still give it away.

It fit perfectly on Declan Hawthorne’s hand.

He held Poppy Hale’s hand in reverse.

"I’ll buy yours."

Poppy Hale shook her head, "No need for now. After all, I work in jewelry, so I need my hands to showcase the pieces."

"If they knew you were Mrs. Hawthorne, the Hale Group wouldn’t need you to personally showcase jewelry to get orders."

Poppy Hale pulled her hand from Declan Hawthorne’s grip.

"Being Mrs. Hawthorne is so boring. I want you to become Mr. Hale!"

She knew he minded that she didn’t take that order.

Declan Hawthorne was quite concerned that she didn’t need him.

Poppy Hale blinked, her big eyes sparkling.

"Isn’t there a jewelry exhibition by the Hawthorne Group next month? Give me an entry ticket, President Hawthorne."

"Let’s see how you perform."

At this moment, he decided to put on airs.

Declan Hawthorne put down the financial report and discussed with Poppy Hale.

"My mom wants to invite your mother to stay at our place for a while. She wanted to know your thoughts. My mom thinks it’s closer to your company from our place, and I can take you there every day as it’s on the way."

Jackie Barrett probably can’t bear to part with Florence Lynch.

Truth Hale and Jackie Barrett got along well, and they both planned that when Florence gets older, they’d take her to Fantasia Park together.

Just the three of them, without Declan Hawthorne and Poppy Hale.

During breakfast, Poppy Hale also noticed that the meals prepared for Truth Hale by the Hawthorne Family were different from everyone else’s.

They were specially prepared medicinal meals.

In fact, it made her feel a bit uneasy.

The thought of having Truth Hale stay with the Hawthorne Family didn’t feel quite right, but Jackie Barrett had the best intentions.

"If my mom is willing, then that’s okay. I’ve already found a house. How about I buy the one upstairs, and you buy the one downstairs?"

This way, they’d be living together, but at least Truth Hale could have some comfort.

Declan Hawthorne nodded.

"Which property’s it at? I’ll buy it."

"No way, it’s my house, I have to buy it myself."

Declan Hawthorne looked at her, pinching her cheek, "You spend my money, you buy it, and all the property is named after Florence. When Florence grows up, if she finds anyone unpleasant, she can say, ’You, get out of my house.’"

Florence wasn’t that type of person.

But who knows, maybe in her teenage years, she’d rebel a little.

Imagining that scenario, the two exchanged a glance and burst out laughing.

Even Morgan Sloan, driving in front, smiled.

Declan Hawthorne shook his head, "Florence has a character very similar to yours."

"Of course, Florence is my daughter."

Like Poppy Hale, Florence appeared soft but had her own strong stance, making it hard to change her mind.

When Jackie Barrett took Florence out, she let Florence choose a toy. After picking one, she wouldn’t look at any others.

In this aspect, she was just like Poppy Hale.

Declan Hawthorne held Poppy Hale’s hand tightly.

Hopefully, he was also the chosen one who wasn’t easily replaceable.

-

After returning home, Poppy Hale shared her thoughts with Truth Hale.

Truth Hale sighed in relief.

"I feel a bit uneasy here, especially since you haven’t had the wedding, but Jackie treats Florence like her own granddaughter."

Truth Hale continued to knit, her face full of joy.

"You know, at first, I was worried they were spoiling Florence too much, so I thought I’d stay to observe. Unexpectedly, both Grandpa and Grandma Hawthorne would correct Florence."

Love isn’t easy.

But it’s praiseworthy when there’s appropriate education within unconditional love.

"Florence was having breakfast, and she dropped her chopsticks in a fit. Jackie told her that’s not right, saying the chopsticks would be hurt."

"Grandpa Hawthorne didn’t think Jackie shouldn’t reprimand a child. He threw his chopsticks too, saying, ’Oh no, the chopsticks must hurt a lot.’"

The elderly couple, like a comedy duo, made Florence aware of her mistake.

Watching this, Truth Hale also felt comforted.

When taking Florence to kindergarten, Florence whispered to her.

"Grandma Big Bear and Grandpa Hawthorne are silly, aren’t they? How can chopsticks talk? Grandma, don’t tell them that chopsticks can’t talk. I don’t want to make them sad."

It made Truth Hale laugh and cry simultaneously.

But it eased her concern about the Hawthorne Family a bit.

She continued knitting, "Hey, where’s that sweater I knitted for you last time?"

Poppy Hale thought of the half-knitted sweater at Declan Hawthorne’s house, snagged at the thread.

She maintained her composure, "Declan Hawthorne said he liked it and took it to wear."

"Huh? But it’s a woman’s sweater. Can Young Hawthorne wear it?"

"He can, he’s a bit eccentric."

Truth Hale lightly slapped Poppy Hale, "You’re an adult, yet you’re making up stories! Go ask Young Hawthorne for a sweater, and I’ll knit one for him too!"

It didn’t matter if Declan Hawthorne liked it or would wear it, it was her gesture and her sincerity.

-

In the study.

Tristan Hawthorne knocked and entered.

"Brother, the investigation is complete. The game that’s been released was made by a small game company, and none of the investors behind it are familiar to us."

A small game company having the audacity to challenge the Hawthorne Group?

Behind the scenes, there must be some instigation and maneuvering.

"But it seems this game company was set up by one of the Sutton Family’s sons."

It’s not uncommon for second-generation heirs to start game companies.

This insignificant company hadn’t drawn attention to its Sutton Family ties without a deep probe.

Declan Hawthorne frowned, "The Sutton Family? Have Old Man Shaw inquire."

"Alright, I’ll call Shaw right away."

Tristan Hawthorne finished and seemed hesitant, wanting to speak but hesitant to articulate.

Declan Hawthorne didn’t look up, "Speak."

"Brother, Justin and I... we want to visit my parents... but Grandpa doesn’t agree."