Chapter 735: Chapter 735: That’s Not Up to You
When Ann Vaughn awoke from the chaos of being knocked out from behind, the scene around her had completely changed.
She looked down at the ropes tied around her body, furrowing her fine brows. She tried to struggle free, but it was no use.
Kidnapped twice in a month.
Had she won some kind of grand kidnapping prize?
Ann Vaughn’s head ached terribly. She was already feeling unwell and being tied up like this, her mood was on the verge of explosion.
"You’re awake." A male voice came, drawing Ann Vaughn’s eyes up to see a man with an effeminate face standing not far away.
He was wearing a white coat, holding a scalpel in his hand and playing with it nonchalantly, occasionally pointing the tip towards Ann Vaughn’s direction.
"A bit of sedative knocked you out, you TCM genius, seems you’re just so-so." Hugh Murray’s eyes flashed with cold light and he sounded very displeased.
It was as if he was questioning her, "Is that all you’re capable of?"
Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, not immune to all poisons like some novel character.
How unlucky she was to come across this lunatic from the Murray Family.
"You kidnapped me here just to let me listen to your nonsense?"
Hugh Murray shrugged indifferently, his smile slightly sinister, "I haven’t seen you in so many years, wanted to see how the childhood marriage partner grandfather set me up with has grown."
"But you’ve disappointed me. I’m very dissatisfied with you."
Who the hell had a childhood marriage arrangement with such a pervert!?
Ann Vaughn frowned in disgust, "Your grandfather did bring up the engagement with my grandpa before, but clarify this: my grandpa never agreed! Please, you Murray Family, don’t build your own stage and put on a one-man show, alright?"
As if she was some possession of the Murray Family, whom she had to please?
Bah! As if!
No wonder her grandfather had always told her to stay away from Murray people and that breaking off relations was fine.
As a child, she was naive and couldn’t understand the hints in her grandfather’s words.
Later, as she grew up, Hugh Murray’s grandfather personally visited with him, intending to set up an engagement between Ann Vaughn and Hugh.
Ann Vaughn still remembers Hugh trashed her room, trampled on her medicinal garden, and smugly said to her.
"You’re going to be my wife sooner or later, so your stuff is mine, and I’ll do whatever I want!"
That was bad enough, Hugh often bullied Ann when adults weren’t around, being built strong even as a child.
That behavior was caught by Old Master Vaughn, who was furious and drove the grandfather-grandson pair out, vowing never to associate with them again.
Whenever Ann Vaughn thinks of those things, she’s repeatedly glad her grandfather didn’t agree to Hugh Murray’s grandfather’s proposal.
If not, she’d press his head to make him bash it until he died.
After all, hitting her own head would hurt too much.
"Say what you will." Hugh Murray didn’t care about Ann Vaughn’s retort. After putting on gloves, he walked towards Ann with the scalpel.
"Even though you don’t look impressive, having you is better than nothing, barely usable."
What does that mean?
Ann Vaughn watched Hugh Murray and his scalpel coming closer, her scalp tingling.
Could he be thinking of... dissecting her right here?!
...
Villa No. 8.
The room lights suddenly flared, pulling Cyrus Hawthorne’s drifting mind back, completely detaching from that intense and crazy dream.
His deep, dark eyes reflected the empty room before him, with an added sense of mockery.
It was a dream after all.
Being a dream meant she was safe instead.
Cyrus Hawthorne raised a hand to press his brows and got up from bed, but suddenly realized something was off.
Fine scratches appeared on his shoulder and arm, as if made by fingernails—
The vivid scenes of Ann Vaughn tearfully begging him to stop suddenly broke through the dream-reality barrier, clearly surfacing in Cyrus’s mind.
Just then, the door was knocked upon suddenly, Dexter’s anxious voice came from outside.
"Young Master, when Young Madam left just now her face was very off, I was worried so I followed her a bit, but she vanished while I took a call!"
It wasn’t a dream—
Cyrus’s expression darkened suddenly, his eyes like stormy waves, growing rapid with ominous undertones.
But not a trace of happiness.
Meanwhile.
The Little Dumpling sleeping in the apartment was awakened by the alarm from the handheld mirror.
Three alarms, sent by Mommy’s necklace as a warning!
Kenny quickly sat up, using the handheld mirror to trace Ann Vaughn’s current location and capture footage from the necklace.
Normally, the necklace wouldn’t warn at random, or else if Ann carelessly triggered it, it would be very troublesome.
The coordinates showed Ann was in an abandoned old building.
The footage perspective was silver, after a moment, it shifted revealing a scalpel.
Hugh Murray’s face came into Kenny’s view thereafter.
He was lightly tapping Ann Vaughn’s face with the scalpel, letting out a "pop pop" sound, accompanied by his arrogant laughter.
"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. After all, we have a childhood marriage, right? Marrying you home and torturing you slowly is more fun."
"Pervert! You have mental issues!" Ann Vaughn shouted angrily, "I wouldn’t marry you even if all the men in the world were dead!"
"That’s not up to you." Hugh laughed determinedly, using the scalpel to cut Ann Vaughn’s collar, allowing the tip to pierce her collarbone without stopping.
Bright red blood dripped from the knife tip, seeping into Ann’s collar.
Seeing this, Hugh’s smile turned even more sinister, "After all these years, you still fell into my hands."
Ann Vaughn turned her head away in disgust, the necklace on her neck swayed unintentionally, directly aimed at Hugh’s face.
Just then, a thin black jet shot from the middle of the necklace, striking Hugh’s eye directly!
The sudden, sharp pain caused Hugh to let his beloved scalpel drop without notice.
Covering the injured eye with both hands, his face twisted in anger, glaring at Ann with his one good eye.
"What did you do?!"
Ann Vaughn recalled Kenny’s words and seeing Hugh in such pain, she smirked coldly, "What do you think?"