Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Chicken Stewed with Mushrooms
Yet the other classmates standing around had no intention of helping her, and some even sighed, wondering if Doris Dunn would get Young Master Kane to rescue her.
There’s a saying, when you talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.
Shane Sharp had enjoyed two whole hours in the monitoring room watching the "Fairy’s rescue" scene, even had someone copy the footage to take home, before heading to Ann Vaughn’s private room.
The classmates in the private room were shocked to see Shane, as he hadn’t agreed to attend today’s class reunion.
It seems Doris Dunn truly holds a special place in Shane’s heart.
Doris, beside herself with emotion upon seeing Shane, burst into tears and ran into his arms, "Shane, you’ve finally arrived, I almost got humiliated to death!"
As Shane scanned the room for the figure he was longing to see, a woman crying beautifully like raindrops on a pear blossom threw herself at him, nearly prompting him to kick her away.
But, adhering to the principle that these people might be the Little Fairy’s friends, Shane reluctantly dodged the woman, barking impatiently, "Don’t touch me, are you looking for trouble?"
Doris stood there, dumbfounded for a good long while.
The classmates nearby were also stunned; what was this act about? Wasn’t Shane supposed to be pursuing Doris Dunn? Weren’t they almost getting married?
"Shane, what are you doing?" Doris asked angrily, thinking he was ashamed because she wouldn’t accept his pursuit, "Are you still mad at me?"
"No, who are you?" Shane, thoroughly annoyed, his patience wearing thin, stared at Doris’s face for a moment before recognizing her, "You’re Doris Dunn?"
"Yes, that’s me. You finally remember?"
"I remember very well indeed." Shane suddenly changed his expression, smiling warmly at Doris, "My assistant sent flowers to pursue you, you rejected him and instead clung to me, almost got me forced by my old man to marry you. Forgetting who my dad is is fine but can’t forget you, the culprit!"
If Shane’s first words brought sweetness to Doris’s face, his next words were thunder and lightning.
She plummeted straight from high clouds into the abyss, looking utterly miserable.
"You, weren’t you the one pursuing me..." Doris couldn’t believe it, wishing she had heard wrong.
But Shane snickered, "Are you joking with me? Who doesn’t know Shane Sharp isn’t interested in something that’s only skin-deep?"
The classmates nearby were all hurting for Doris, feeling a sting to her face.
Shane couldn’t be bothered to look at Doris again and turned to ask the others, "Did a girl wearing a white fairy dress, pretty like a fairy, pass by here just now?"
With such an absolutely straightforward description, no one dared laugh, especially under Doris’s terrifying gaze.
"She was here a moment ago, but..." Someone who immediately caught Shane’s attention retold what happened between Ann Vaughn and Doris Dunn, deliberately leaving Ann Vaughn’s name out.
A surprise is best saved for last.
After hearing the cometary explanation, Young Master Kane lowered his head and chuckled roguishly, "Alright, it’s a bet then? I’ve got nothing better to do, might as well do some good and clear out the riffraff."
Doris was completely stunned, yet to recover from the revelation that it wasn’t Shane pursuing her but his assistant.
These days, she had no idea how many benefits she’d reaped from the illusion of being "pursued by Shane," but now Shane had told her it was all a lie.
It was impossible not to consider how her vanity might cost her in the future.
Cyrus Hawthorne carried the little woman squirming restlessly into the elevator, setting her down against the railing, brows furrowed enough to crush mosquitoes.
But Ann Vaughn hadn’t noticed the murderous glare aimed her way, instead, she nestled on the floor, muttering something with pouty red lips.
"What did you say?" Cyrus’s brow twitched fiercely, squatted down to meet her gaze.
"Shh, I can’t talk." Ann Vaughn said earnestly, her cheeks rosy.
"Why?"
"Because I’m a mushroom, and you’re a mushroom too."
"..."
Pffft.
There was another couple in the elevator, and hearing Ann Vaughn’s words, couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
When Cyrus cast his icy gaze over, the guy kept laughing as he said, "Dude, your girlfriend’s pretty cute."
No sooner were these words out than his girlfriend pinched his waist hard.
Cyrus’s lips twitched subtly, drawing back his gaze, focusing again on the mushroom that was Ann Vaughn before him, inhaling deeply.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Ann Vaughn stubbornly refused to stand, saying mushrooms would die if they moved.
Fed up with arguing, Cyrus simply scooped her up into his arms, striding out of the elevator.
A "smack" sound echoed behind them, followed by a woman’s complaint, "You should learn from other people’s boyfriends, why did I end up with you?"
"I’d love to carry you like that, but I don’t want a broken bone... argh!"
Mark Joyce was already parked outside the club, waiting. Upon seeing Cyrus emerge, he hurriedly got out and opened the car’s back door.
Cyrus settled Ann Vaughn into the back seat, but as soon as she sat down, she curled up, her bright eyes spinning as she surveyed her surroundings, "Are you going to make mushroom stew with little chicken out of me now?"
Cyrus raised his hand to massage his brow, then cupped Ann Vaughn’s cheeks, his voice low and threatening, "If you don’t settle down, I’ll let you taste real chicken mushroom stew."
"Can I drink more soup?" Mushroom Annie shrank her neck, looking pitifully at him.
"..."
Completely powerless against her.
If he had known Ann Vaughn would be this enticing after getting drunk, Cyrus would’ve locked her in the house, wouldn’t have let her touch a single drop of alcohol.
Of course, except in his presence.
"President Hawthorne, what’s with Miss Vaughn?" Mark Joyce sitting upfront was also puzzled by the antics of these two tonight.
Clearly, President Hawthorne had left the institute furious, running red lights all the way here, almost giving him a heart attack in the process.
But in an instant, the fury on President Hawthorne seemed to have simmered down.
"She’s drunk. Call Uncle Dexter, have him get some hangover soup ready." After giving these orders, Cyrus leaned to pull Ann Vaughn down, letting her rest for a bit.
Unexpectedly, Ann Vaughn tumbled off the seat, right onto him, her dewy eyes staring wide at him, "You bastard, how come you’re here!"
Cyrus’s eyes sparkled coldly, casting her a half-smile, "Little scoundrel, are you begging for trouble again?"
"You’re the scoundrel! The world’s most annoying scoundrel!" Ann’s angry shout escalated sharply, startling Mark Joyce in the front seat, nearly causing the car to skit.
Was Miss Vaughn insane, daring to shout at President Hawthorne like that!
"I’m annoying? Huh?" Cyrus raised a hand to pinch Ann Vaughn’s face, his expression becoming increasingly icy and menacing, "Ann Vaughn, have I spoiled you too much, letting you think you can walk all over me?"