Chapter 450: Chapter 450: Even the Fake Ones Can’t Escape
Besides, there was no other reason that could explain why Ann Vaughn, devoid of any martial power, had such a stunning and even commendable skill.
For people often unlock various potentials in critical moments.
Just as Ann Vaughn and the Crown Prince were having a delightful conversation, she suddenly felt a sharp, icy gaze from behind, pinning her down, with a dangerous aura enveloping from all directions.
Her slender fingers tightened slightly as she turned to glance around, only to find that almost all the guests in the hall were watching her and occasionally discussing something with those beside them, their gazes reflected a sort of...
Mysterious heat?
Noticing the confusion on her face, the Crown Prince smiled and explained, "Someone just asked me to inquire if you are accepting apprentices. Because that move you used to subdue The Mottled Serpent was really impressive. Is it a martial art?"
Apprentices?
Ann Vaughn was a bit dazed, her bright eyes reflecting the light of the crystal chandelier overhead, as beautiful as glass, catching the eye, but showing no extra emotion, leaving the Crown Prince momentarily spellbound.
"No, I actually don’t know any martial arts. It’s flattering to be praised like this." Ann Vaughn came back to her senses, smiled politely at the Crown Prince, then excused herself saying she felt unwell, and left the banquet hall.
How could she be qualified to take on apprentices?
Her grandfather once said that the Vaughn Family’s legacy has always been passed down to the sons in the main lineage, not the daughters.
If Howard Vaughn hadn’t refused to learn and insisted on a career in Western medicine, even severing ties with their grandfather to do so, their grandfather wouldn’t have set a precedent by passing his medical skills onto her.
But she... was not even the true daughter of the Vaughn Family.
Originally, she wasn’t even eligible to inherit her grandfather’s medical skills; it was all due to a twist of fate.
Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn exhaled deeply, letting the warm Eland night breeze blow, as she turned her wheelchair intending to get some air in the garden.
But just as she turned a corner, she was unexpectedly pinned against the wall with her wheelchair, with a tall and slender figure looming over her!
"You" Ann Vaughn was shocked to the core.
He listened to her soft exclamation, his voice so hoarse and low that it sent shivers down one’s spine, "Having a good chat, hmm?"
Ann Vaughn’s eyes darted cautiously at him, "No, not very fun, people talk to me, I can’t just ignore them, right?"
"I’m giving you one minute to appease me." The man didn’t seem placated; his half-narrowed eyes dangerously glittered.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened, "Now?!"
"Right now."
"..." Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but swallow nervously, her slender fingers reaching for the switch on the armrest to leave.
But even if she could escape, Cyrus Hawthorne would catch up in just a few strides...
Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn gritted her teeth and decided to go all in, reaching up to hug his neck.
If it’s about smoothing things over!
She’s good at it!
Just when Ann Vaughn was gathering herself to show him what she could do, footsteps suddenly came from the side!
"Wow, people in this country are really open."
"Indeed, so eager..."
The teasing voices speaking in Gothasen infiltrated Ann Vaughn’s ears, causing her body to stiffen bit by bit, her blood seemingly rushing backwards into her brain, buzzing.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes flashed a slight smile, then he used his body to shield her tightly and his palm gently caressed the back of her neck, urging her to relax.
Not until those voices faded away did Ann Vaughn gradually relax, leaning against Cyrus Hawthorne’s shoulder, her gaze anxious.
Those voices... seemed familiar, like she’d heard them somewhere before.
Could it be people she met in the past?
She couldn’t stay here any longer...
"Quinn, let’s return to the country tomorrow?" Ann Vaughn unwittingly clutched Cyrus Hawthorne’s lapel, murmuring.
Though not knowing why she suddenly brought this up, however...
"Okay." Cyrus Hawthorne agreed softly, "We’ll leave tomorrow."
Ann Vaughn completely relaxed, letting out a gentle sigh of relief.
Her mention of wanting to return to the country now was not a spur-of-the-moment idea but something she had anticipated long before.
The plague had been mostly resolved, and the remaining issues did not require her constant attention; staying there was meaningless.
More importantly, seeing Little Dumpling only through videos or photos every day made Ann Vaughn miss him terribly.
...
The next day.
Ann Vaughn specially visited the hospital to inform Ian Vaughn that she was returning to the country today. After all, these past days, Ian Vaughn took good care of her, and leaving without saying a word would be hurtful.
"My place is at Marinia Viridian Palace. Should you ever find the time, you must come visit me." Ian Vaughn, after pulling an all-nighter last night, appeared a bit elegantly weary despite his handsome and mature face.
After saying this, Ian Vaughn remembered something and pulled out an envelope from his lab coat pocket to hand to Ann Vaughn.
"Secretary Shrek asked me to give this to you, and also, take care."
"Alright, Big Brother Vaughn, goodbye." Ann Vaughn accepted the envelope, smiling warmly as she bid farewell before turning to the car parked outside the hospital.
It wasn’t until the car drove away that Ian Vaughn removed his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing intelligent glints in his pale eyes.
That matter couldn’t be rushed. More investigation was needed after returning to the country to draw conclusions.
If it’s real, it won’t go away, and if it’s fake... it can’t run either.
Once inside the car, Ann Vaughn curiously opened the white envelope, and to her surprise, out came a gold card and a Global Gourmet Card!
Inside was also a flower note made from Eland’s national flowers, reading: "Thank you for everything you’ve done for Eland. In the future, whatever you need, as long as you present this gold card, Eland will fulfill it for you. I’ve heard you enjoy gourmet food, so I especially prepared a card for you. I hope you like it."