Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Beware of Warren Vance
The First Royal Consort of Gothasen?
Kenny glanced at the jumping rhetoric of Black Spade J without responding, but when he saw this line, the light in his beautiful eyes suddenly turned cold.
Mommy is just his mommy, how did she become someone else’s consort?
Did they ask him, Kenny?
"Stop talking nonsense. She has nothing to do with Gothasen. Keep this to yourself and don’t tell anyone, or our cooperation ends right now."
"No, no, no! I was just gossiping a bit. When it comes to the fine virtue of keeping secrets, Black Spade J is second to none. Don’t worry!" Black Spade J promised earnestly, then didn’t forget to remind him, "Be cautious of Warren Vance, this is advice."
Thinking about the name, even Black Spade J felt a bit creeped out.
The people inside their circle rarely mess with this lunatic to avoid trouble, because once targeted by this lunatic, peace is never found.
If My King’s beloved really has anything to do with this madman,
it’s best to... run as far as possible.
Seeing Black Spade J seeming to fear this Warren Vance guy, Kenny pouted, feeling a bad premonition.
How does he remember that his mommy once seemed to have been to Gothasen and did something sensational?
But what exactly it was, he can’t recall as he was too young at the time, these were all he later heard from Sherry.
"Leo." Suddenly, a soft female voice came from the side, "Are you having fun?"
Doomed!
"Ma... Mommy..." A look of horror appeared on Kenny’s small face, and before he could turn off the mirror in his hand, it was snatched away by a slender hand.
"Waking up without calling for mommy, is there anywhere on your body still uncomfortable?" Ann Vaughn put away the hand mirror while checking Kenny’s pulse and asking.
Kenny shook his small head, "No, this time I didn’t faint from having an attack."
Then, Kenny told Ann Vaughn about the veiled woman he encountered while waiting for Sherry at the kindergarten gate.
Since the woman was likely targeting mommy, he couldn’t conceal it due to fear of worrying mommy. He needed mommy to stay alert.
After listening to Kenny’s description, Ann Vaughn pondered for a moment, her delicate eyebrows knitting tighter.
A woman with a face full of scars?
If she remembers correctly, she seems to have seen a woman with a scarred face.
At the banquet held by The Snowbell Clinic, in the presidential suite on the top floor...
The clues were not clear yet, so Ann Vaughn couldn’t assert who that woman was, but she must be someone she and Cyrus Hawthorne both know. She just had to ask Cyrus Hawthorne to find out.
If she found out who that person was...
A cold, condensed fierceness flashed through Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes, so quick that even Kenny didn’t notice.
"Baby, put this on." After thinking for a while, Ann Vaughn took off the bracelet hidden with powder from her wrist and placed it in Kenny’s breast pocket, "You know how to use it. If you encounter such people again, scatter the powder and then run immediately, understand?"
"Okay, don’t worry, mommy." Kenny didn’t mention that he already had various small self-defense items hidden on him. To reassure mommy, he would just wear it.
By the time it’s mommy’s birthday, he will give her better self-defense weapons, which now conveniently clears up space.
Seeing Kenny put the bracelet away, Ann Vaughn felt somewhat relieved.
No matter what the person behind it intends, she will never hold back again.
After two days of hospital observation, Kenny was discharged.
Thinking of the umbilical cord blood issue, Ann Vaughn was anxious but kept it hidden on her face to prevent Kenny from noticing.
Being very sensitive, she didn’t want him to know and worry.
But she couldn’t understand why, given how many times she had taken the medicine, she hadn’t become pregnant yet.
Especially since both she and Cyrus Hawthorne had no physical issues, so she could only rely on chance, unable to control it.
She had successfully treated many couples unable to conceive for various reasons, but this was the first time she failed herself...
After Little Dumpling finished his herbal medicine, Ann Vaughn coaxed him to sleep with a storybook, then left the apartment with a bag.
Hawthorne Group Tower, top floor.
"Special Assistant Joyce, is Cyrus Hawthorne inside?" Ann Vaughn exited the elevator just in time to see Mark Joyce coming out of the CEO office with a bitter face and stopped him to ask.
"Miss Vaughn, I suggest you better not go in now." Mark Joyce sighed, "President Hawthorne is in a bad mood today, you’d best not bother him."
"Is it still because the project in Marinia isn’t going well?"
Mark Joyce shook his head, suddenly having a conjecture, "Miss Vaughn, when was the last time you saw President Hawthorne?"
The last time?
Ann Vaughn froze for a few seconds, "I think it was three days ago..."
Hearing this, the bitterness on Mark Joyce’s face turned to sympathy, and his gaze toward her became subtly different, "Miss Vaughn, you should go in, good luck."
Seeing Mark Joyce’s expression, Ann Vaughn basically understood what’s happening.
She had been busy taking care of Kenny these days and completely forgot about Cyrus Hawthorne, not even making a phone call or replying to his messages...
Thinking about it made Ann Vaughn’s heart tremble, and she mustered up her courage to walk into the CEO office.
The large office seemed like the heater had malfunctioned, with a chilling aura emanating from the tall and imposing figure by the floor-to-ceiling window, making Ann Vaughn shiver uncontrollably.
She tiptoed behind Cyrus Hawthorne, planning to tap him on the left shoulder when he wasn’t paying attention and then pop out from the right.
But just as she raised her hand, Cyrus Hawthorne unexpectedly turned around, startling Ann Vaughn into staggering backward, almost falling.
A look of surprise crossed Cyrus Hawthorne’s ink-black eyes, then he extended his long arm and pulled her into his arms accurately and fully, chiding lightly in a deep voice, "Reckless."
Ann Vaughn grasped his arm, breathing a sigh of relief, but felt displeased at his words, "Isn’t it all because you suddenly turned around?"
Her gentle voice carried a trace of coquetry, which she hadn’t even noticed herself, no longer deliberately distant as before.
Sensing her inadvertent charm, a trace of amusement flickered in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes but disappeared instantly, "Looking for me?"
Ann Vaughn nodded while struggling to free his hand still resting on her waist, "You need to let go of me, I have something to ask you."
"Things should be prioritized, which kind is yours?" Cyrus Hawthorne raised his eyebrows leisurely, his cold face carrying a bit of mischief.
"The kind that’s as urgent as if it were on fire," Ann Vaughn continued nodding as she spoke, insisting that this was the reason and not at all for personal reasons!