CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: DID JORDAN HAWTHORNE CONSENT TO DIVORCE?

Brooke immediately recognized Josee Sheffield.

The man had an incredibly strong presence, his strikingly handsome features and noble aura were unforgettable.

However, what was even harder to overlook was his background!

The head of The Sheffield Group, a king in the domestic and international medical and pharmaceutical industries!

Hawthorne Group couldn’t compete with The Sheffield Group in this field at all.

Previously, Brooke had always tried to find someone to make the connection, hoping to get the company’s medical equipment into The Sheffield Group’s supply chain.

But she hadn’t had the opportunity.

Unexpectedly, she encountered him here today!

Brooke’s heart stirred, and she immediately instructed the assistant next to her, "Go and ask if we can get some time to discuss cooperation!"

The assistant took the order and went to the entrance to intercept Josee Sheffield, who was about to get into a car, and stated the purpose, "Hello President Sheffield, I am the assistant of Miss Brooke Sinclairs from The Sinclair Group. Our miss is currently responsible for the development of the AI medical system at Hawthorne Group. May we take a few minutes of your time to discuss a potential collaboration?"

Upon hearing the words "Brooke Sinclairs," "Hawthorne Group," and "AI medical system," Josee Sheffield’s brow furrowed slightly.

He had just finished a discussion with Sabrina Hayes.

And now, Jordan Hawthorne’s little darling was coming up to him for a hop?

Josee Sheffield showed an unspeakable disdain and disgust on his face, and said coldly, "Do these nobodies think they can discuss business with me? Annoying!"

Flynn Underwood, the assistant, saw this and immediately blocked the person, coldly rejecting, "Sorry, our president is busy. Please do not obstruct here! If there’s any business, please make an appointment with The Sheffield Group!"

With that said, he escorted Josee Sheffield, and they left by car.

The assistant felt a bit awkward, and went back to report the attitude to Brooke Sinclairs.

Brooke frowned, apparently displeased with such cold treatment.

But on second thought, given his status, there was no way to argue.

"Forget it, it was indeed a bit abrupt this time. I’ll find another opportunity next time."

After Brooke finished speaking, she turned around to buy coffee.

Several minutes later, she appeared in Jordan Hawthorne’s office with two bags.

By that time, Jordan had just finished calling several lost customers.

Seeing Brooke coming, he gently said, "You’re back?"

Brooke nodded, placed the coffee on the table, and smiled softly, "I bought this especially for you! How are things with the clients? Or... should I go home personally to invite Sabrina back?

I really don’t want to see you working so hard! Managing business affairs while also dealing with these trivial matters!"

As she spoke, her tone began to be self-reproachful, "If I could get up to speed quicker, it wouldn’t come to this..."

Jordan put down his phone and said, "No need for you to humble yourself to invite her... I’ve already handled the matters. We’ll just invite Chairman Coleman for a meal later."

Brooke felt secretly pleased, her voice softened a bit, and she said coquettishly, "Jordan, you’ve worked hard. Let me give you a shoulder massage. Watching you not stop all day makes me feel uneasy."

As she spoke, she moved behind him and began to massage him.

The woman’s moderate touch transmitted through the thin fabric.

Moreover, her body gently brushed against his with intentional or unintentional movements.

A faint scent of perfume enveloped him. Jordan Hawthorne’s cold eyes wavered for a moment, then darkened, as he grabbed her fingers with a deep grasp.

His eyes were filled with unnamed emotions.

Captivated as if under a spell, Brooke teasingly scratched his palm with her fingers, yet feigned a shy face, "Jordan, you... let me go, this isn’t appropriate..."

Jordan grasped her fingers a bit tighter.

...

After leaving the café, Sabrina went straight home.

She was in a great mood.

The work issue was settled, and what remained was the divorce.

But so many days had passed, why hadn’t Jordan Hawthorne made a move?

Sabrina’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as she finally went to Jordan’s room for a look.

The divorce agreement she had placed on the bedside table was already gone.

It seemed that Jordan had taken it away.

But he didn’t respond after seeing the divorce agreement.

Was this... a tacit consent?

Didn’t he want to negotiate the divorce terms with her?

Or did he think the terms she set were too high and didn’t want to agree?

Sabrina let out a silent sneer.

Even if Jordan didn’t agree, she still wanted to discuss the divorce with him.

For Zara’s sake, she didn’t want to delay any longer.

Sabrina simply picked up her phone and called Jordan Hawthorne.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered, and it was directly hung up...

That night, Jordan Hawthorne didn’t come home again.

Sabrina had already become immune to his nights away from home.

To him, this house had long been dispensable.

If that’s the case, why not divorce straightforwardly?

Dragging like this, what’s the point?

Sabrina felt frustrated and didn’t sleep well all night.

When she woke up the next day, her head felt a bit groggy.

She washed her face with cold water, barely recovering some spirit.

This morning, the sun was shining brightly outside, and the weather was quite nice.

After Sabrina had breakfast with Zara, the little one showed a desire to go out, tugging at her fingers, wanting to run outside.

Sabrina squatted down and gently asked, "Zara, do you want to go out and play?"

The little one nodded, her eyes constantly glancing outside.

Sabrina thought it was rare.

Her daughter seldom showed such enthusiasm, so she naturally wouldn’t refuse, "Then let’s change our clothes and head out, okay?"

"Okay..."

The little girl finally responded with a smile, her eyebrows curving joyfully.

Sabrina took her back to the room, changed into outdoor clothes, and filled her little water bottle with water.

Then, she took Zara to the city center square to feed the pigeons.

The little one had a natural affection and closeness to small animals, enjoying the play completely.

She wasn’t the least bit timid as she fed the pigeons with breadcrumbs in her hands.

Sabrina stood by, watching her precious child.

The little girl wore a cute white princess dress, with delicate features, as adorable as a porcelain doll, surrounded by many little pigeons, like a little angel.

Sabrina felt an overwhelming affection, taking out her phone to snap a photo of her.

Later, after feeding the pigeons, Sabrina took Zara to a nearby cake shop to buy her favorite strawberry cake.

Afterward, they sat on outdoor seats, treating it as a reward for her brave outing today.

Little Zara ate with satisfaction, holding her little face with both hands, immersed in the deliciousness.

Watching her, Sabrina’s heart melted with affection.

Midway through eating, Zara’s gaze was drawn to a balloon vendor across the street.

Sabrina followed her gaze and noticed balloons with her favorite pink fox design.

She bent down and softly asked, "Do you like them, Zara? Mommy will buy you one."

Zara nodded her little head, her soft baby voice responding sweetly, "Okay..."

Sabrina was overjoyed.

Her daughter’s demeanor was great today, giving plenty of responses...

It seems not giving her Lena’s medicine was the right choice.

Sabrina continued to tell the little girl, "Sit here nicely, and Mommy will get the balloons for you!"

Zara nodded her little head again.

Sabrina quickly got up and left, while the little one continued eating her cake.

...

Meanwhile, in the neighboring café.

The space, which had been privately reserved, appeared particularly spacious.

The only two guests were positioned by the floor-to-ceiling window, one standing, the other seated.

The seated one wore gold-rimmed glasses, with deep-set eyes hidden behind the lenses, hands with distinct knuckles holding a paintbrush, focused on sketching constantly on the paper.

His assistant, Nash Spencer, looked at the pattern and thought to himself: I can’t understand it!

The painting was so abstract that it was impossible to discern what it was!

However, he knew that his master was observing the psychological activities of the pedestrians outside.

Just that today’s progress seemed less than smooth...

Each painting showed a style filled with dark hues.

This, in turn, signified his master’s dissatisfaction.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be wasting so much paper.

The trash bin beside was almost full!

Nash Spencer was accustomed to it; after all, this often happened.

But then, he suddenly noticed his master’s gaze fixated on a certain direction outside.

Following his gaze, he saw a small figure outside the neighboring cake shop.

It looked... somewhat familiar?

If he remembered correctly, wasn’t this the pretty child they saw last time at the amusement park?

What a coincidence!

Nash was just pondering when he caught a glimpse of his master picking up the pen, swiftly poised to draw on paper...

This time, his drawing was smooth and nearly uninterrupted.

In just about ten minutes, a complete image appeared vividly on the paper.

It wasn’t an abstract style anymore, but an artfully sketched human face.

By the facial features, it was evidently that little one outside!

The eyes depicted with the pen were pure and flawless, like glass, with a bright, innocent smile, akin to the purest angel on earth.

Nash Spencer was instantly captivated, unable to look away!

However, the man in front of him had no intention of letting him keep looking.

Quickly, he took the finished drawing off the easel, got up, and with long strides, walked outside...