Kyle Crawford turned his head and stared intently at Tanya Sinclair, his tone already clearly impatient, his smile not reaching his eyes, "So Ms. Sinclair, what do you want? Why don’t you call the police."
Tanya Sinclair looked at them calmly, dropped her words, every word clear: "From today, you two are removed from my project."
Upon hearing this, Kyle Crawford’s face changed dramatically, he could no longer smile.
Tanya Sinclair sternly: "On the basis that I’m the highest responsible person for the project! I don’t need trash that spreads lewd rumors about female colleagues."
Among the colleagues gathered around, a few young female colleagues were silently clapping, feeling vindicated.
Tanya Sinclair turned around, walked past Kyle Crawford, and gave him a cold glance: "If you’re not convinced, feel free to complain upwards. Oh, and by the way, I’ve recorded what you just said."
After saying this, Tanya Sinclair didn’t give him another look and headed straight to Belinda’s office.
Belinda stood at the office door, holding a cup of tea, leisurely watching Tanya Sinclair walk over.
"Manager Belinda, this is my refined research and development plan."
Belinda reached out to take her document.
"Ms. Sinclair, would you like to have lunch together?" She proactively invited.
Tanya Sinclair declined politely: "I’m already booked for lunch today."
Belinda nodded: "Alright, another day then."
"Okay." Tanya Sinclair gave Belinda a smile, turned, and walked away.
She exited Westgard Pharmaceuticals, hailed a cab at the corner, and gave the driver an address.
"Please take me to The Thirteen Courses."
The Thirteen Courses is a well-known Suthern restaurant in Aris.
In the car, Tanya Sinclair again looked at the message Zane Shaw had sent her in the morning.
— Vincent Hawthorne doesn’t agree with the divorce and has torn up the divorce agreement.
She knew Vincent Hawthorne wouldn’t easily agree to the divorce; he wouldn’t let go of the custody of the two children!
Zane Shaw: [But Ms. Sinclair, you don’t need to worry. I believe in a few days, he’ll change his mind.]
Tanya Sinclair assumed Zane Shaw meant they would take the litigation route.
Litigating; Zane Shaw indeed has an undefeated record, but dealing with The Hawthorne Family isn’t simple.
Before heading to court, more chips are needed.
Silas Hawthorne: [Sister-in-law, I’m already in the private room, awaiting your arrival.]
This afternoon, Tanya Sinclair planned to meet Vincent Hawthorne’s cousin, Silas Hawthorne, who fiercely contended with Vincent for the general manager position years ago but ultimately lost.
Tanya Sinclair glanced out the car window faintly, her gaze clear and steady.
The enemy of my enemy may not be my friend, but can certainly be an ally.
Tanya Sinclair entered The Thirteen Courses and said to the reception at the door: "I’m meeting someone, Mr. Silas Hawthorne."
"I’ll take you there."
Tanya Sinclair followed the assistant behind.
The Thirteen Courses is styled like a garden inside, with artificial mountains and water pavilions; it’s a recurring visual delight. This is also the specialty of The Thirteen Courses. Each private room here is independent, named after Song Dynasty poetry, with distinct styles and decorations.
Its privacy and aesthetic are both excellent.
Tanya Sinclair was led by the assistant to a private room called West River Moon.
She pushed the door open and saw Silas Hawthorne sitting there casually, his leg crossed, enjoying the view of a celebrity opera singer performing in the pavilion not far away.
"Sister-in-law, have a seat." Silas Hawthorne looked at Tanya Sinclair coming in, smiling innocently, "You actively invited me to lunch for the first time, I’m truly flattered. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I ordered a variety of signature dishes here."
This familiar and enthusiastic tone, if you didn’t know better, you’d think they were the closest of family friends.
Tanya Sinclair only found it amusing.
Back when the two families were fighting fiercely for power, she witnessed Silas Hawthorne’s most desperate and vicious side, threatening her aggressively, vowing that he would take her life sooner or later.
Tanya Sinclair wasn’t here for the meal anyway.
She directly took out a stack of photos and handed them to Silas Hawthorne.
Silas Hawthorne took them and flipped through, his expression growing subtle.
"Sister-in-law, what do you mean by this?"
Tanya Sinclair had given him photos showing Vincent Hawthorne and Cindy Lynn being intimate, along with chat records, and even dug out Cindy Lynn’s private social media account.
"I know you released the surveillance footage of Vincent Hawthorne making a move at the bar last night. The bar owner dared to show his face and hammer him only under your orders. I think these are not quite enough." Tanya Sinclair looked at Silas Hawthorne, her tone could be considered sincere, "If you want to hammer Vincent Hawthorne down, you need to use these."
Silas Hawthorne: "..."
He found it hard to smile now.
"Tanya Sinclair, what tricks are you trying to pull this time?" Silas Hawthorne stared at her warily.
Once bitten, twice shy.
He had been caught by Tanya Sinclair more than once.
The Tanya Sinclair he remembered, usually seemed gentle as water. But once it involved Vincent Hawthorne, she would fight like a mother hen protecting her chicks, battling until death.
She knew he was targeting Vincent Hawthorne, it’s surprising she hasn’t flipped the table, and even brought evidence over... The more Silas Hawthorne thought about it, the odder it seemed.
Tanya Sinclair picked up her drink, took a sip, and said casually: "I was blinded by emotions in the past years; now I’m awake and clear. I just want to divorce Vincent Hawthorne and get custody of the two kids."
Choosing to divorce Vincent Hawthorne meant confronting the entire Hawthorne Family, which was exceedingly large.
But internally, it wasn’t solid.
Silas Hawthorne was the crack that could be pried open.
Seeing Silas Hawthorne still half-believing.
Tanya calmly took out a document and handed it to him.
"These are my shares in the Zenith Group, eight percent in technology stocks. Old Lady Hawthorne gave them to me back then, she’s already signed and stamped it, as long as I sign, the contract takes effect immediately."
"..." Silas stared at the contract, looking at Old Lady Hawthorne’s seal, appearing calm on the surface, but his hands were trembling slightly with excitement.
With this eight percent of technology stocks, their family’s voice in the Group would greatly increase!
"I can sell the shares to you at half the market price," Tanya dangled the bait slowly reeling in, "I only have one demand... kick Vincent Hawthorne out at next week’s shareholder meeting!"
The eight percent of technology stocks in her hand, aside from splitting dividends, didn’t hold much of a voice. It was merely a safeguard and a betrothal gift from Old Lady Hawthorne to her.
But this eight percent of stocks, for Silas Hawthorne’s family, was undoubtedly a great boon!
Silas closed the file, putting away his previous nonchalant demeanor, and proactively reached out his hand to Tanya.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Sinclair."
After reaching an agreement, Tanya didn’t stand on ceremony with Silas and started eating directly.
She had been busy all morning and was very hungry by now.
Silas sat opposite, quietly watching her eat.
Tanya couldn’t ignore it even if she wanted to, she rolled her eyes slightly, "Why are you looking at me? Eat your food, if not, then leave."
Silas laughed, "Tanya, how come I never noticed how beautiful you are before?"
Tanya calmly replied, "Maybe it’s because every time you saw me before, all you did was glare and say, ’Tanya Sinclair, just you wait’." She raised an eyebrow, looking at Silas with a hint of provocation, "I’ve been waiting quite a while."
He awkwardly rubbed his nose.
But to be honest, this sharp-tongued Tanya was much more interesting than the one who used to follow Vincent around, doing whatever he asked.
After eating, Tanya and Silas walked out of the private room one after the other.
Silas, hands behind his back, walked behind Tanya: "Where are you headed, Ms. Sinclair? I’ll give you a ride?"
Tanya sidestepped a few steps, keeping some distance from Silas.
"No need to be courteous, you go your own way."
Except for her own kids, she didn’t want any other connection with The Hawthorne Family.
Cooperating with Silas was merely an alliance of interests.
Silas didn’t pester her anymore, with his tall build and long legs, he quickly stepped ahead. Just when he reached a private room entrance on the upper floor, he bumped into two people coming down the stairs.
Face-to-face, unable to avoid it.
Silas raised an eyebrow with a curious smile and said, "Oh, cousin. Here to rendezvous with Secretary Lynn?"
He had found out that it was Silas manipulating things behind his back, so he naturally didn’t show kindness to him.
As Vincent was about to leave, he caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
Vincent’s body abruptly halted.
He strode over to Tanya.
"...What are you doing here? And with Silas!" Vincent badgered aggressively.
The whole thing seemed like some scene of catching someone cheating.
Seeing Cindy Lynn following behind him, Tanya could only feel the irony.
And he had the nerve to question her.
Not far away, Silas watched the drama with interest and blew Tanya a kiss.
"Sis, you two chat, I’m outta here."
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"Tanya!" Vincent called her name coldly, waiting for her to explain.
Tanya impatiently replied, "I’ve already had Zane Shaw deliver the divorce papers to you, regardless of your consent, I’m set on this divorce! As for who I have meals with, that’s none of your business. Good dogs don’t block the way, now move out of the way!"
Vincent suppressed his emotions.
"I know it’s because of those two years in college where I tricked you into making medicine for Cindy, and you’ve been holding a grudge against me, constantly retaliating against Cindy!" Vincent took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound as calm as possible.
"Now that you’ve finally achieved what you wanted by getting the Westgard Pharmaceuticals deal, whatever methods you used, Cindy’s already decided to let things go! Can’t you just move on from the past?"
Let things go with Cindy?
Tanya snorted out loud: "And what’s there for her to hold against me? She wasn’t competent, tried to trip me up and failed. Honestly, anyone with a little thinner skin would’ve died from embarrassment."
Vincent didn’t expect Tanya to be so unyielding, his face visibly darkened.
"I really don’t want to argue here with you, let’s talk at home."
Tanya was just about to speak when Cindy suddenly rushed up, feigning a delicate and understanding demeanor.
"Ms. Tanya, it was my fault for troubling you to make medicine for those two years in college, don’t blame Mr. Hawthorne." She said guiltily, "If you’re mad, just hit me instead..."
"Alright." Tanya agreed immediately, then in a flash, slapped her four times back and forth without hesitation!
Cindy screamed in pain.
"Tanya Sinclair!" Vincent finally reacted, enraged as he tried to stop her.
Tanya had anticipated his move, and with all her strength, swung her arm upward diagonally.
The back of her hand hit Vincent’s face hard.
It hurt her hand, but it felt great.