CHAPTER 200: CHAPTER 200: PRESIDENT PIERCE EXPOSED ONLINE

Tanya Sinclair was busy all afternoon.

In the meantime, she received a call from Old Lady Hawthorne.

The old lady’s voice was quite nervous and apologetic: "Tanya, Vincent’s stomach illness has relapsed. He’s lying in the hospital, still in pain even after the IV... The medicine you previously gave him would relieve his pain after intake. But for some reason, this month the pharmacy hasn’t sent the new medication."

It was she who had asked the pharmacy to stop.

The money didn’t need to be refunded to her, but she didn’t want to provide the medication anymore.

"Ma’am, you don’t need to worry too much. Vincent’s illness has been mostly taken care of over the years. Now the pain is just a minor inconvenience." Tanya said nonchalantly, "Let him endure it a bit."

Old Lady Hawthorne was making the call while sitting by Vincent’s hospital bed. The elderly woman’s hearing wasn’t great, so the call was on speaker.

Vincent, lying on the bed, had his eyes closed, but he was already awake.

He heard Tanya’s voice clearly.

—Her attitude was evident; she wouldn’t care about his life or death anymore.

Vincent’s large hand, still undergoing infusion, clenched inch by inch, causing the blood to backflow.

Tanya’s indifferent voice continued, "Grandma, Vincent’s stomach issue isn’t serious. Don’t tell the two kids, so they won’t worry."

"..." Unable to bear it any longer, Vincent’s eyes suddenly snapped open. With veins bulging, his large hand reached out to snatch the phone from Old Lady Hawthorne.

"Tanya Sinclair!" Just uttering her name made Vincent’s stomach ache. He had a belly full of fury to unleash, "You..."

However, the other side didn’t give him a chance to speak; as soon as they heard his voice, Tanya hung up.

’Beep beep beep—’

The busy signal hammered against Vincent’s temples, causing them to throb fiercely. He clutched the phone tightly, his body shaking uncontrollably with rage.

Aunt Tawny, being experienced, hurriedly reminded, "Mr. Hawthorne, that’s the old lady’s phone! If you want to smash it, I’ll get your phone for you!"

Vincent: "..."

His head ached as if it were about to explode, and his stomach hurt.

Vincent lay back down, his head heavily sinking into the pillow.

"Grandma, you should go back first. I want to rest for a while." He said weakly, "This is an old problem of mine, a nap will make it better. Don’t worry."

Old Lady Hawthorne sighed, "When Tanya was here, when did you ever suffer like this? Not to mention a stomach ache, you never even had a headache or cold; she took care of you so meticulously... Alas!"

Vincent was exasperated, wanting to retort.

The way he was now, wasn’t it all thanks to that heartless woman Tanya Sinclair!

But his stomach hurt too much.

Tanya Sinclair, those three words, were like an unshakeable curse!

After Old Lady Hawthorne left, Vincent slowly opened his bloodshot eyes and reached for his phone.

He tried calling, texting, emailing—all contact methods, but Tanya Sinclair had blocked him!

Vincent laughed in anger, then called Zane Shaw. As soon as it connected, he spat out harsh words through gritted teeth, "Tell Tanya Sinclair she can forget about winning custody of the kids!"

Vincent was too caught up to notice Cindy Lynn entering with a thermos box.

Jealousy burned deep in her eyes.

They were already divorced, yet Vincent was still reaching out to that Tanya Sinclair witch!

Snatching the kids?

Heh, wasn’t that witch just trying to use the kids as an excuse to keep entangling herself with Vincent!

"Vincent." Cindy walked over, leaned down, and held Vincent’s hand full of concern, "Don’t do this, your hand is bleeding... Don’t be angry, let me help you with whatever you want to do, okay? I’ll take care of you."

Cindy tightly embraced Vincent, whispering, "I can take care of you even better than Ms. Tanya, and I’ll consider Caden and Joy as my own kids too."

Vincent took a deep breath, "But they aren’t your biological kids..."

She lifted her misty eyes, "For them, I’m willing to forgo having my own kids for life!"

Vincent was deeply shocked, not expecting Cindy was truly willing to sacrifice this much.

"Cindy..."

"I know, the two kids mean a lot to you." Cindy caressed Vincent’s face, smiling tenderly, "Your kids are mine too! Once we’re married, if you don’t want any, I won’t have any! I can even have surgery!"

Easily moved, Vincent was speechless for a moment, holding Cindy tightly in his arms.

Closing his eyes, he sighed with aching tenderness, "How can you be so foolish..."

Compared to her, that woman Tanya Sinclair was utterly heartless and cold-blooded!

Cindy leaned against his chest, a hint of a victorious smile crossing her lips, yet her voice remained gentle and affectionate.

"For you, I’m willing to be a fool..."

...

As the workday neared its end, Tanya Sinclair was already packed up.

Thinking it was her first meeting with Caden’s friends, she wanted to make a good impression, so before leaving she touched up her makeup in the restroom.

She had pre-booked a ride-hailing service; as soon as she got downstairs, the car arrived.

Tanya gave the driver the restaurant address.

On the way, they passed a car dealership. Tanya considered that she needed to buy a car soon, a 200,000 to 300,000 one would be perfect, as it was otherwise too inconvenient to get around.

Since finding out that the car Odyssey lent her was worth over four million, she felt a constant sense of anxiety every time she drove it.

She always sent it for a wash after use, afraid of damaging it.

She certainly had money now, and once she settled the divorce assets with Vincent, money wouldn’t be a concern anymore.

But she had lived frugally for many years. As Grandpa said, money should be used on things that truly matter.

The person behind "Odyssey" had disappeared for a while now.

Tanya opened their chat window again and hesitantly sent another message.

Tanya Sinclair: [Hello, are you still busy? May I ask where it would be convenient to return your car?]

She had expected nothing, but then saw ’typing’ appear above.

Suddenly sitting up straight in her seat, Tanya stared intently at the incoming message.

[Odyssey]: Tonight, I’ll come to pick up the car. No need for the rental fee, just treat me to dinner.

Tanya Sinclair: "..."

Why was everyone interested in her treating them to dinner?

Tanya replied, trying to negotiate: [Sorry, tonight I’m having dinner with my son and his two friends. It might not be convenient. Can we reschedule?]

[Odyssey]: Just a matter of adding one more seat, and tonight is the only time I’m available. Or are you not sincere about returning my car?

The last remark successfully provoked her.

Tanya hesitated for two seconds, then reconsidered. After all, Caden’s friends were just two kids.

Adding another adult for a simple meal shouldn’t be an issue.

Tanya was also curious about "Odyssey’s" identity and wanted to meet ’them’ in person.

Though "Odyssey" had always been considerate towards her and showed no signs of malice upon observation, meeting in a crowded restaurant was certainly safer.

After contemplating, Tanya replied: [Okay, I’ll send you the restaurant address.]

Meanwhile.

A black Maybach sped down the road.

In the back seat, Declan Pierce glanced at his phone screen lighting up again. Seeing the message from Tanya Sinclair, a smirk curved his lips as he leisurely instructed the driver, "To the July... Lovers’ Restaurant."