Chapter 672: Chapter 672: To Lure Him Out
This guy dressed up so well, and he could attend the Halloway Family’s party. No matter how you look at it, he doesn’t seem like an ordinary businessman. He appears to have a substantial background.
But who could have thought he was a scammer.
Ann Vaughn discovered several WeChat groups about exchanging scamming techniques and results in his phone, and the content within them was shocking.
They first targeted wealthy individuals, approached them using various tactics, gradually winning their favor, and built up their persona until they won the target’s heart.
Once the target completely fell for them, they would turn cold and ruthless, even emotionally abusing them, completely taking control of their mind and material possessions.
What they shared in the group were their "achievements," including many uncensored, indecent photos.
They rated the girls they had manipulated like products, feeling proud, their faces disgusting.
Previously, Ann Vaughn had seen similar news reports online, but had never thought these people would be so close to her...
If Jonah Lynch hadn’t shown a bit too much haste, Ann Vaughn might have taken longer to notice his inconsistency.
"Scum!" Ann Vaughn’s eyes flashed with anger, her wrist turned, and the Golden Needle at her fingertip precisely pierced Jonah Lynch’s acupoint, amplifying his senses multiple times, and then she landed a punch squarely on his nose!
Scamming love and money from her? He must be tired of living!
"Ah—"
A miserable scream burst from Jonah Lynch’s mouth, but fortunately Ann Vaughn covered her ears in time, sparing herself from the noise.
And the next moment, the tightly closed door behind her was suddenly kicked open.
Ann Vaughn wasn’t the least bit surprised as she turned swiftly to look, but her gaze still paused when she saw the tall, upright figure exuding a strong and fierce aura.
"...Of course, it’s you." Ann Vaughn looked complexly at the man. Facing him so unexpectedly left her with no mental preparation.
Even though... She intentionally lured him out.
Upon seeing her unharmed, the ominous storm brewing in Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold eyes suddenly dissipated, and even his unusually rapid heart began to calm.
"You did it intentionally."
Intentionally agreed to get on this man’s car, intentionally had dinner with him.
And the reason she did so was... to lure him out.
Ann Vaughn raised her brow slightly, and without any guilt, she nodded to admit, "If I hadn’t done this, could I have forced you to come see me?"
At first, she was just guessing and couldn’t be entirely sure that person was really him.
But the gaze fixed on her was so aggressive, especially when she took Jonah Lynch’s arm, it couldn’t be ignored.
Other than him, who else would have such a presence only through their gaze?
But she didn’t understand...
Her mind hadn’t fully risen with questions when Cyrus Hawthorne suddenly grasped her wrist, his narrow dark eyes filled with terrifying coldness, wrapped in a chilling wave.
"So you used yourself as bait, risking danger?"
His voice was extremely cold, making Ann Vaughn shiver involuntarily.
"But if I didn’t do this, would you come out?" Ann Vaughn frowned lightly, her bright eyes steadfastly meeting the anger-tinged narrow eyes, "Wasn’t it you watching me behind the scenes the whole time?"
She didn’t show it, but it didn’t mean she truly felt nothing.
But what she couldn’t understand was why, since he was in Marinia, he wouldn’t actively meet her, nor let her know about his whereabouts.
Oh, she almost forgot, she’s already been "sent to the cold palace," is that it?
Ha, men.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s gaze deepened further, looking at Ann Vaughn’s oblivious appearance, his eyebrows grew tighter, and he unknowingly tightened his grip on her slender wrist.
"Pain!" The sudden surge of pain in her wrist made tears well up in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, her face slightly paled, and beneath her disappointed gaze towards Cyrus Hawthorne, her gaze gradually cooled.
The frustration of not finding an outlet for anger can lead to an explosion.
"I apologize for calling you out without permission, I’ll act like I never saw you tonight, and hereafter, no matter what you do, I won’t meddle!"
"Is this satisfactory to you? Let me go!"
The sensation of acidity and rage amassed in Ann Vaughn’s chest, intensifying terribly, making her cheeks burn with embarrassment while her heart went cold.
She intentionally lured him out to find out if the person behind her these days was him.
She wanted to see him, was that not allowed?
But Cyrus Hawthorne’s actions told Ann Vaughn clearly, no, it’s not allowed.
She should have realized that if he wanted to see her, why would he have stayed in Marinia for so many days without showing up?
Feeling himself hurting Ann Vaughn, Cyrus Hawthorne instantly loosened his grip, his thin lips pressed, his narrow eyes showed a trace of heartache.
As he was about to speak, Cyrus Hawthorne’s sharp gaze suddenly swept towards a certain spot in the room, his narrow eyes gradually squinted.
"Mark Joyce." His thin lips slightly parted, calmly calling Mark Joyce, then released Ann Vaughn’s slender, soft wrist, "Take her back to Viridian Palace."
Mark Joyce instantly appeared from behind the door, "Yes. Miss Vaughn, please come with me."
Ann Vaughn was on the brink of exploding, but when facing Cyrus Hawthorne’s calm and serene demeanor, she forcefully pursed her red lips, turned awkwardly away.
"No need for you to push, I’m leaving on my own!"
With that, she stepped briskly out the door without looking back.
Receiving Cyrus Hawthorne’s eye gesture, Mark Joyce immediately chased after her, absolutely couldn’t let BOSS’s little ancestor go home alone.
Otherwise, he might be in trouble tonight.
"Dragon." Cyrus Hawthorne withdrew his gaze from Ann Vaughn’s departing silhouette, his voice cold and heavy enough to drip water, "Bring them out."
Dragon, lurking in the shadows, didn’t respond.
Not long after, several figures were thrown out by Dragon from the room to the entrance, stacking on Jonah Lynch who was gasping heavily, nearly sending him out for good.
Dragon handed over the items found on these people to Cyrus Hawthorne without a word.
They were small glass bottles, each filled with beautiful blue liquid.
"They refuse to give up, they aimed to catch both you and Ann Vaughn in one sweep." Dragon’s cold tone had a hint of schadenfreude, "Shall we kill them or feed them to your shark?"
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes coldly scanned those people, and when he looked past the pained, purple-faced Jonah Lynch, a chilling killing intent flashed across his impassive face.