CHAPTER 198: CHAPTER 198: DOUBLE CRITICAL HIT, MERCILESSLY CRUSHING THE SCUMBAG

Tanya Sinclair was in the car at the moment. Ten minutes ago, she had received a barrage of messages from Silas Hawthorne.

He asked her to give him a call as it was urgent.

Although not quite understanding the situation, Tanya cooperated and called him back since they were still, at least nominally, in an alliance.

She waited for a moment, but Silas didn’t speak. Frowning, Tanya checked to see that the call was still active and raised her voice slightly while driving, "Silas?"

The man’s voice came through, laced with mischief and amusement, "I’m here, darling."

Tanya: "..."

The car swerved sharply, almost causing Tanya to lose her grip on the steering wheel, nearly crashing into the roadside barrier.

Tanya slammed on the brakes, unable to bear it any longer, "Silas, you..."

If you’re sick, go get treated, damn it.

However, she didn’t have time to finish her sentence before Silas’s greasy voice filled her ear.

"Darling, be careful while driving." He had heard her sudden braking, "I’m having a chat with my brother; I’ll find you later."

"..."

Tanya frowned slightly.

He’s with Vincent Hawthorne?

So, calling her "darling" wasn’t just to disgust her; it was more about disgusting Vincent.

After all, those years Vincent had used her to suppress Silas, always playing the role of a deeply affectionate couple in front of Silas.

In the heir evaluations, a stable and happy marriage gave Vincent many extra points... He openly and subtly criticized Silas for being unreliable and promiscuous.

Now, this was Silas’s chance to retaliate.

"Darling, why can’t you bear to hang up? Give me a kiss." Silas realized Tanya hadn’t hung up yet and immediately blew a kiss.

Tanya immediately cut off the call.

She shivered with disgust.

Silas is really something; as long as he isn’t dead from his nastiness, he’ll go all out with it...

The General Manager’s Office.

Silas looked at Vincent’s face, as dark as if it could drip ink, feeling immensely pleased. Taking that punch earlier was worth it.

"Brother, be generous." He leisurely walked up to Vincent, raising his hand to pat his shoulder, "You’re divorced from my sister-in-law now; men and women mind their own business. No use letting good resources go to waste; if she marries me, won’t we be closer?"

"..." Only someone as shameless as Silas could say such nonsense!

Vincent glared coldly at him, eyes stormy, "When did you and Tanya Sinclair get involved?"

"How harsh to say ’involved’; as her brother-in-law, I’m just concerned for her!" Silas laughed playfully, "Don’t you have your secretary to care for, too?"

He watched Cindy Lynn walking in from outside, his eyes narrowing with playful mischievousness, "Vincent, drop that gentleman facade in front of me."

Having said that, Silas strode away.

Cindy, aware of what happened at the shareholders’ meeting, called out coldly, "Mr. Hawthorne."

Silas glanced at Cindy from head to toe, scoffed, and left without another word.

Vincent, honestly has poor taste.

If Tanya were his wife, he would never let a mistress confront her.

Outside, Silas’s little sidekick approached him.

"Congratulations, Junior Chairman Hawthorne. I’ll get you a few more beauties to have fun with tonight."

Silas didn’t respond, opened his contact list, found the recent call marked ’darling,’ and dialed again.

’Sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service...’

Oh well, blocked.

Silas wasn’t in a hurry, put away his phone, and lazily curled his lips, "Let’s just go to the usual place."

...

Inside the office.

Cindy walked up to Vincent, gently placing her hand on his arm.

"I really didn’t expect that Ms. Tanya would conspire with Silas against you! She knows you and Silas are like oil and water... You were husband and wife, even if for a while, Ms. Tanya is really ruthless!"

Vincent’s face was dark, almost bloodless.

He seemed angry, but not entirely.

Cindy Lynn didn’t know what he was thinking and felt a little panicked for a moment.

"Vincent..." She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck. "Don’t worry. Silas Hawthorne won’t be complacent for long. Sam Sawyer from The Veridia Project just contacted me. They’ll send representatives over for inspection tomorrow morning and finalize the cooperation process with us!"

Vincent Hawthorne’s gaze finally landed on her face. He encircled Cindy Lynn’s slender waist with his hand and asked in a low voice, "Do you know who they’ve arranged to represent them for this inspection?"

"I heard it’s the leader of Group A, the same person who personally asked for me to join Group A." Cindy Lynn feigned humility, "Maybe it’s a senior who appreciates me."

She had already guessed that if the Group A leader wasn’t Julian Poole, it was certainly someone Julian knew, whom he strongly recommended her to.

Cindy Lynn couldn’t suppress the feeling of pride swelling in her heart. Her lips curled slightly as she looked up at Vincent Hawthorne’s handsome face, speaking softly, "Vincent, don’t worry. You’ll reclaim your position on the board soon! We’re attending Old Master Kendall’s birthday next week together. As long as we make him happy, and with Uncle Quinn mediating, our cooperation with the military will be practically guaranteed!"

"This project is for ten years, not to mention billions in annual orders, and we’ll become the military’s sole private group partner! Once we secure this project..." Cindy Lynn rose to her tiptoes, her crimson, seductive lips barely brushing against Vincent Hawthorne’s ear, seductively enticing, "Silas Hawthorne wouldn’t even be a concern!"

At the same time, she slowly lowered her arm wrapped around Vincent Hawthorne, her soft and delicate hand trailing down his toned chest, igniting heat like fire, finally sliding over Vincent Hawthorne’s belt, slipping lower into his abdomen...

"Mmm..." Vincent Hawthorne frowned in restrained endurance.

With Cindy Lynn’s teasing, his original anger transformed into another kind of fervor, swiftly rushing downward.

At this moment.

Images of Tanya Sinclair’s face and Silas Hawthorne’s mocking voice, with that jarring "darling," suddenly flashed through his mind...

Vincent Hawthorne’s eyebrows furrowed fiercely.

He had never even called Tanya Sinclair "darling" in such an affectionate way!

And as for Tanya, with her reserved and conservative demeanor, she didn’t even reject it over the phone!

...Could it be that these two really got involved behind his back?

Jealousy surged violently, fueled by desire.

"Ah!"

Cindy Lynn was provoking Vincent Hawthorne wantonly, feeling his body’s response, when suddenly, she was caught off guard, her wrist tightly seized by the man, and was pressed directly onto the office desk.

Her back throbbed in pain from the pressure. Just as she was about to speak, Vincent Hawthorne leaned down aggressively to kiss her, unlike the gentle encounters of before. He seemed desperate to vent something, as if he wished he could swallow her whole!

"Mr. Hawthorne..." Jonah Rivers rushed in carrying a flyer, eager to report, only to lift his head and see Vincent Hawthorne with Cindy Lynn on the office desk...

Jonah Rivers’ eyes widened in shock, and the next second, he quickly turned his back, internally screaming like a groundhog!

My eyes!

My eyes!!

He was just overwhelmed; was the plight of his working life no longer valid?!

Despite his internal breakdown, Jonas Rivers’ professionalism remained intact, waiting patiently for that pair of... no, for Mr. Hawthorne and Secretary Lynn to compose themselves.

Jonah Rivers nonchalantly stepped forward and reported in a formal tone, "Mr. Hawthorne, this is a summons from the court."

"A summons from the court?" Vincent Hawthorne frowned slightly as he took it to inspect the contents, and his expression, which had just slightly improved, suddenly fell to rock bottom again!

"Tanya Sinclair, she wants to fight me for custody?!" Vincent Hawthorne erupted in anger, "This is ridiculous, has this woman gone insane?!"

She wanted half of the assets, conspiring with that useless Silas Hawthorne to oust him from the board seat!

Now, this woman even wants to fight him for custody of the children?!

Vincent Hawthorne’s chest heaved violently, anger surging through him with no outlet.

He suddenly lashed out with a heavy kick to the desk.

"Tanya Sinclair thinks she’s invincible with Zane Shaw’s help, does she!" Vincent Hawthorne turned and shouted at Jonah Rivers, "Get the legal team to see me!"

Jonah Rivers hesitantly reminded, "Mr. Hawthorne, the legal team only serves family board members. In other words... you no longer have the right to have the group’s legal team handle personal matters for you..."

"..."

So this was Tanya Sinclair’s ultimate goal!

She didn’t forfeit custody of the two children; she simply knew she couldn’t take on the entire Hawthorne Family, so she first isolated him from The Hawthorne Family’s internal circle!

Vincent Hawthorne’s breathing alternated between deep and shallow, his anger so intense that it induced a spasmodic, stabbing pain in his stomach.

Pressing a hand to his stomach, he doubled over, his face ashen with pain.

His eyes bloodshot, finally, his lips curved into a fiercely cold smile in his rage.

Tanya, Sinclair!

Damn it, you truly are something!

Vincent Hawthorne tried to stand, only to be met with blackness overtaking his vision. It was unclear whether it was from pain or anger; his tall frame teetered before finally collapsing.

"Vincent!" Cindy Lynn screamed in worried despair.