Chapter 630: Chapter 630: You Devil
"What?"
"Stars are in the sky, and Mommy is in Baby’s heart, oh." The Little Dumpling said, stretching out his hand above his head and making a chubby heart for Ann Vaughn, his cute and soft face slightly flushed, looking extremely shy.
Ann Vaughn almost fainted from cuteness due to the Little Dumpling in front of her; her heart melted completely, and she hugged him tightly, snuggling hard!
Ah, what’s the big deal about cats and pigs on the internet, she’s snuggling her Dumpling!!
"Does Mommy like stars?" The Little Dumpling tilted his little head up and asked again.
Ann Vaughn hugged Kenny, who was soft like a sticky rice ball, feeling satisfied, "Yes, I do."
The Little Dumpling nodded, then reached his chubby little hand into the air with a mystic look directed at Ann Vaughn, "Kenny just plucked a star down and gives it to the prettiest Mommy."
After saying that, the Little Dumpling slightly opened his palm.
A necklace with a dangling silver star pendant unexpectedly appeared right in front of Ann Vaughn.
The edges of the pendant formed a circle with small diamonds, transparent on the inside, a half-hollow silver star embedded within.
Not sure how it was designed, but a slight motion would gather the pendant’s brilliance around the star, shimmering with radiant, colorful light.
"Wow." Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but exclaim, her eyes delighted at the necklace, "It’s so beautiful!"
"Of course, only the stars in the sky are worthy of Mommy." Kenny pursed his little lips and smiled, prompting Ann Vaughn to lower her head a bit so he could help her put on the necklace.
"If Mommy accidentally encounters danger, just rotate the star on the pendant hard once, and there will be unexpected outcomes."
It even has a mechanism?
Ann Vaughn lightly touched the star with her fingertip, looking at Kenny’s serious appearance, and pinched his cheek, "Always making these little self-defense tools for Mommy, what about you?"
The incident where Levi Lowell drugged and took Kenny still left Ann Vaughn with lingering fear.
Now Kenny is recuperating at home and won’t go anywhere easily, but what about in the future?
While pondering, a string in Ann Vaughn’s mind suddenly trembled.
"Kenny, after you were kidnapped last time, I noticed the blueprints in your room went missing. Did Levi Lowell take them?"
The Little Dumpling hesitated for a moment before nodding, saying, "Levi Lowell told Harold Hawthorne about this. They originally planned to lock Mommy up after she signed the property transfer documents and force me to draw the blueprints for them..."
His Mommy herself is a renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, so it can be said Kenny has been exposed to herbs and medicines since young, more than other kids.
Therefore, Kenny quickly regained consciousness.
It’s due to the fact that Harold Hawthorne and Wanda Chamberlain didn’t guard against a child, allowing Kenny to overhear their plan, leading him to pretend to be unconscious afterward.
Later, Kenny didn’t tell Ann Vaughn because he feared she would constantly worry for him if she knew.
However, Cyrus Hawthorne learned about their plan from Harold Hawthorne’s subordinates, which led him to relentlessly pursue Harold Hawthorne and Wanda Chamberlain.
As for Levi Lowell, he was left crippled, sent back to his supposed place—the Beast Den.
These were discovered when Kenny secretly investigated Levi Lowell’s whereabouts later.
After listening to Kenny, Ann Vaughn remained silent for a long time, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, before finally asking, "Does Kenny like what you’re doing now?"
Like it?
This question really stumped the Little Dumpling.
The reason he does these things is because of his good talent and the ability and means to protect Mommy; it’s hard to say whether he likes it or not.
But he doesn’t dislike it either.
Ann Vaughn looked at his tangled little expression and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Alright then, Mommy won’t stop you from doing anything you want. But you have to promise Mommy, prioritize your safety first. If you break this, you better watch out for your little bottom!"
The Little Dumpling instinctively covered his bottom with his hands: "Whimper."
...
In stark contrast to the warmth and harmony here at Number 8, a corner of The Main Hawthorne Family was filled with a thick, pungent smell of rust, mixed with a damp cold wind blowing head-on, murderous and bloody.
Terror-stricken screams echoed intermittently by the vast pool, frightening the black birds perched in the branches to flap away.
Under the night curtain, the pool was veiled in a mist like a thin gauze, accentuating the distant cold figure standing by the pool as dreamlike and illusory, impossible to clearly see.
At this moment, the still surface of the pool suddenly heaved up a huge wave, as a terrifying colossal black creature surged up from beneath!
The sharp, menacing teeth opened and closed, immediately snapping up a person suspended by the poolside into its mouth and diving back into the pool!
Everyone present felt a chill coursing through, involuntarily swallowing hard.
Only the man who stood merely half a meter from the emergence of the colossal creature remained expressionless, his narrow eyes devoid of any ripple.
"Demon! You demon!" The remaining two individuals suspended above the pool shrieked in a trembling voice, unable to articulate clearly, only barely able to discern their curses.
Their lower bodies were soaking wet, not from the splash of the pool water.
Words could no longer describe their current moods.
It’s like standing on one leg on a tightrope, their hearts experiencing unprecedented despair.
"You both have one last chance. Reveal your mastermind behind the scenes," Mark Joyce gestured to the pool water, with a smile on his face, "You may also choose not to speak, though it won’t lead to anything good for you."
The two people’s legs trembled, "If we say it, will you let us go?"
"Heh." The man’s thin lips parted slightly, his voice chilling as if covered by a layer of frost over the heart, "Among you, only one will survive. Whoever speaks first saves themselves."
Beside him, Mark Joyce sucked in a breath, admiring how Cyrus Hawthorne handled things.
These guys dared to target Miss Vaughn, how could President Hawthorne let them die easily?
The formerly hesitant pair exchanged glances, then swiftly opened their mouths to answer, striving to speak first!
"The employer is from Gothasen; I know the specific information!"
The other one, a bit slower, glared at the companion in frustration.
Is your mouth a Gatling gun, speaking so fast?!!
The companion smugly glared back; as long as he could live, what’s adding a Gatling gun to the mouth?
"I’ve already said it all; you can let me go now!"
"Gothasen?" Upon hearing this unexpected answer, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes slightly narrowed, "Interesting."
"President Hawthorne, what’s next?" Mark Joyce understood the boss could not possibly let these two truly escape, pitying the one who thought he had dodged a bullet, proudly content.
It was then that Cyrus Hawthorne’s phone suddenly vibrated twice.