Chapter 646: Chapter 646: Come Back to Gothasen with Me
Thump——
Sweetie fell headfirst onto the silver platter, paused for two seconds, and then flopped onto the table with his bean-sized eyes instantly swirling like incense coils.
Ann Vaughn: "..." Is it dead?
Opposite her, Warren Vance seemed to let out a low sigh, his tone slightly cool, "The ring is from him, isn’t it?"
Then his tone shifted: "You want to leave, you can. Let’s make a bet."
Hearing an opportunity, Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up slightly, "What bet?"
"If he can find you within an hour, I’ll let you go," Warren Vance said calmly, "If you lose, come back with me to Gothasen."
"What kind of wager is this?!" Ann Vaughn’s delicate brows furrowed, her pearly teeth nibbling her lower lip.
Cyrus Hawthorne is in M Country right now; unless he takes a rocket, how could he possibly show up here within just an hour?!
Is he playing with her??
Moreover, Cyrus Hawthorne doesn’t even know she’s here, how could he find her?
After considering multiple scenarios, Ann Vaughn decided to temporarily comply, "I agree to gamble with you, but first return my phone to me."
"If even finding you with such a simple task requires hints from you," Warren Vance narrowed his eyes, "then he is just so-so with you."
Trying to sow discord!
"If I don’t contact him, how would he know I’ve been trapped by you?" Ann Vaughn felt frustrated, should she draw an SOS randomly and hope for rescue?
Warren Vance lightly tapped his fingers on the table, and Sweetie, who had been lying lifelessly, immediately zipped back to wrap around his wrist, biting his own tail in grievance.
He gently stroked Sweetie’s head and casually answered Ann Vaughn’s question, "Telepathy?"
Ann Vaughn: "..."
This devil who doesn’t play by the rules!
Yet, it was her only chance to leave here.
Warren Vance’s personality was unpredictable, volatile, but there was one thing about him that hadn’t changed since she first met him.
He’s a man of his word.
If she lost this wager, he had thousands of ways to take her away, to ensure she never returned here.
And relying on her Golden Needle and powders, there was no way she could deal with him at all.
Because——
Warren Vance is the only one immune to those things.
...
"Old Master Hawthorne, the snowstorm has blocked the road down the mountain. The patrol station said there were several accidents on the road, and it might not be open until tomorrow morning." The butler quickly came over after receiving the call, informing Old Master Hawthorne and Kenny of the situation.
"Then have the family and patrol station send people over to search! Fool!" Old Master Hawthorne’s cane hit the floor heavily, his breath slightly unstable.
The butler quickly nodded, "Yes, yes! I’ll make the contacts right away!"
Sitting beside him, Kenny pursed his small lips, lowering his head to glance at the screen where he was dialing a number, suddenly feeling an unsettling premonition.
The Archfiend wasn’t answering calls, and The Shadow Guard hadn’t sent any news.
Moreover, he couldn’t personally rush over to find Mommy...
That feeling was utterly terrible.
Meanwhile.
At the end of the fifth floor of the suburban hospital, outside the MR examination room.
The bodyguard at the door respectfully held the suit jacket in his arms, not daring to move his fingers despite the phone inside the jacket ringing continuously.
"Why is the phone ringing nonstop and yet no one answers?" Miyi Yates, clutching a small tan leather bag, walked over, glancing at the tightly closed MR examination room door.
"Miss Miya, it’s the Family Head’s phone that’s ringing," the bodyguard replied.
They wouldn’t have the audacity to meddle with the Family Head’s personal belongings.
Miyi Yates smiled charmingly, saying, "If it’s an important call, missing it might not be good. Give it to me, I’ll take it."
"No, without the Family Head’s consent..."
"I’ll take responsibility for any consequences." Having said that, Miyi Yates took out the ringing phone from the suit jacket, ignoring the bodyguard’s obstruction, pressed to answer.
"Daddy!" A soft, adorable voice came over the phone, "Mommy has been kidnapped, I’ve already sent The Shadow Guard over, you..."
Recognizing Kenny’s voice, Miyi Yates curled her lips, "The Family Head is currently busy, and probably won’t be able to come over anytime soon. How about you wait a bit until he’s done?"
"Why is it you..." Kenny was somewhat surprised, how did the Archfiend’s phone end up in this weird aunty’s hand?
Also, what right did she have to decide for the Archfiend!
Who did she think she was?
"If you have no other matters, I’ll hang up now. I will relay this message for you."
After hanging up, Miyi Yates took out a handkerchief to wipe the fingerprints off the phone until it was spotless, then returned it to the suit jacket.
...
The ancient clock on the wall ticked away, unknowingly passing more than half an hour.
Ann Vaughn sat on the couch in the living room, her eyes occasionally flicking to the clock, each glance deepening the anxiousness in her heart, making her feel like she was being bitten by ants, somewhat restless.
Only half an hour left.
"Don’t show such an anxious expression," Warren Vance lowered his head to look at the book in his hand, lazily swirling the wine glass in his other hand, "An unloving man, even if abandoned, is no loss."
Ann Vaughn’s gaze shifted from the clock to him, her red lips forcibly parted, "Love? What do you know about love?"
"Or perhaps, is it because you love me that you want to possess me? Don’t be ridiculous."
Warren Vance chuckled softly, casually flipping a page, "You should have belonged to me."
Belonged...?
Seems like he just regarded her as an object?
Ann Vaughn’s mouth twitched, her gaze anxiously flicking to the clock once again, "Say whatever you want. If you lose this time, don’t play tricks again."
As her words fell, footsteps suddenly came from the living room entrance.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes instantly lit up, rising abruptly to look, her heart pounding.
Quinn Bishop led the way, entering with Kressiel bundled up tightly against the cold.
The hope of not being disappointed was just a thin margin.
The rollercoaster of emotions that Ann Vaughn felt caressed her mood like a rollercoaster, soaring high, then plunging deep in the blink of an eye.
"Still twenty-five minutes left? Let’s wait and see." Seeing her clearly disappointed expression, Warren Vance not only didn’t comfort her but laughed out loud.
Ann Vaughn glared at him fiercely, sat back on the sofa, watching Kressiel approached.
Kressiel hadn’t expected to see Ann Vaughn here, but thinking about Ann Vaughn’s status as Warren Vance’s brother’s Princess in Gothasen, it wasn’t odd to find her here.
"Brother Warren," Kressiel called softly, not even glancing at the man, her voice more coquettish than usual, "I heard you came to S Country, so I specially came to see you."
"You’ve seen me, you can leave." Warren Vance decisively issued an order to leave without hesitation.