With words sharp and unyielding, Jane Sheridan left on high heels, full of pride.
Ann Vaughn slightly pursed her lips, her gaze landing on the door that had been shut again, as that eerily coincidental photograph surfaced in her mind once more.
As Jane Sheridan said, if this was indeed a forbidden territory of the Sheridan Family, then why was it so easily opened?
Furthermore, by such coincidence, she, a guest, was arranged on the floor where the forbidden territory was, and even saw that photo.
She never believed in coincidences in this world, and even if there were, they were just inevitable results.
"Miss Vaughn, your room is this way, please don’t go the wrong way." The maid, who had been gone for so ti, returned behind Ann Vaughn at so point and kindly reminded her.
As Ann Vaughn lifted her gaze, a glow of sharpness flickered in her eyes, but it dissipated into re confusion and delight as she turned around, "That’s great, I was just troubled by getting lost."
The maid smiled, leading the way ahead, and thus didn’t see the thoughtful glimr in Ann Vaughn’s eyes.
anwhile.
Inside Villa No. 8, it seed shrouded in a foreboding black cloud, the overly cold atmosphere gave one a suffocating feeling, as if their neck was being choked.
Mark Joyce and Uncle Dexter had been waiting at the study’s door for nearly four hours, yet there was not a sound from inside, the chill seeping through the door crack numbing their hearts.
Despite being separated by a door, the cold, domineering pressure was not diminished in the slightest.
"Miss Vaughn is in trouble this ti," Mark Joyce said in a low voice, with a bitter face, "President Hawthorne recently started to warm up a little, and she’s just begging for trouble..."
Even though the BOSS had been doting on Miss Vaughn dearly these days, that was entirely based on the principle that Miss Vaughn wouldn’t violate the BOSS’s bottom line.
But she not only violated it, she did so completely, left just like that, without a word of explanation...
This ti, she’s completely done for.
Uncle Dexter sighed and then asked, "Can you contact Miss Vaughn?"
"If I could contact her, I wouldn’t be so helpless." Just as Mark Joyce finished speaking, a shattering sound ca from the study, which made his back go cold instantly, "Oh no..."
Inside the study, the lighting was dim and sowhat eerie.
The man sat behind the desk, with the thin moonlight outside the window spilling on him, making those icy cold black eyes appear even more emotionally detached, looking at Mark Joyce who walked in with an unfeeling absence of warmth.
Mark Joyce imdiately felt his legs tremble, hurriedly lowered his head and reported, "President Hawthorne, we’ve found Young Master, at the Master Moore Family’s, with Miss Susie Somrs."
Even the Young Master was entrusted to Susie Somrs by Miss Vaughn, could it be that she’s really daring enough to abandon her husband and child??
The man’s thin, tight lips didn’t move, narrow eyes paused on the screen of the computer, where a petite figure was seen doing skincare steps in her own room, a trace of cold swept across the handso face.
"Bring the Young Master back."
"Yes, President Hawthorne. And Miss Vaughn..."
"I’ll go get her myself."
...
Unaware that her perfect deception had already been uncovered by Cyrus Hawthorne, Ann Vaughn was woken up early in the morning by a series of knocks.
As she got up with her ssy, slightly curled long hair to open the door, she saw that annoying face of Wilder Sheridan appear in front of her.
Ann Vaughn didn’t have makeup on like yesterday, her most genuine look was thus clearly reflected in Wilder Sheridan’s eyes.
If not for her long hair and the cotton long dress she was wearing, Wilder Sheridan almost would have thought...
He was looking at a mirror!
What the hell kind of horror movie is this!
Wilder Sheridan stepped back two steps, confird Ann Vaughn wasn’t actually a mirror, clutched his chest and lowered his voice, "What the hell?!"
Just as there are no two identical leaves in the world, there aren’t two identical people either.
Even if Cynthia Sheridan underwent successful surgery, she might look exactly like Ann Vaughn in quiet monts, but there’s always sothing missing.
Sensation.
"Do you have any business?" Ann Vaughn, not fully awake, still had a flush on her face from the room’s temperature, looking at Wilder Sheridan dazedly with misty eyes.
Especially at that mont, wearing the vintage-style cotton dress prepared in the guest room, a faintly visible slender ankle below the slightly taut skirt, just stepping on the soft carpet.
She resembled a little princess just waking up.
Seeing this ignited the youthful heart that had been dormant in Wilder Sheridan for years, and a thought suddenly flashed across his mind.
If his biological sister were still alive, this is probably how she should be...
"If there’s nothing, I’m going back to sleep." Seeing he wasn’t speaking, Ann Vaughn let out a small yawn, turned to head back to her room.
Wilder Sheridan hurriedly grabbed her arm, "It’s already this late and you’re still sleeping, are you a pig? I’ll give you ten minutes to freshen up and co out, I have sothing important to discuss!"
Who the hell is a pig??
Ann Vaughn was instantly awakened by anger, "You’re the pig! Let go!"
"You better hurry up, otherwise I won’t mind going in to carry you out myself!"
She’s not a sack, what carrying!
Ann Vaughn, her back fuming with anger, went to the bathroom to freshen up, not noticing Wilder Sheridan clutching his fingers, then tucking his hand into his pants pocket, as if hiding sothing.
Soon, Ann Vaughn was ready and walked out, her face slightly cold, "Tell , what’s the matter?"
"Co with !" Wilder Sheridan grabbed her wrist, dragging her swiftly into the elevator!
Ten minutes later.
The cold wind whipped across Ann Vaughn’s cheeks, making her gasp slightly as she felt overwheld.
The azure sports car spun around a winding road like a ghost, then increased speed, creating a phantom blur in front of the pursuing car.
"You woke up so early to take racing?" Ann Vaughn’s face was cold as she watched Wilder Sheridan, who was already in high spirits, ready to zoom through a sharp mountain bend.
Feeling irritable, she wondered if she had been too nice to Wilder Sheridan, letting him get carried away?
Who gave him the audacity to drag her into such a crazy event first thing in the morning without breakfast!
"Don’t you find it thrilling?" Wilder Sheridan executed a stylish drift that widened the gap with the car behind, answering her.
"Thrilling my ass, stop the car right now!" Ann Vaughn frowned, her face turning pale from the acid rising in her stomach.
Fortunately, they soon reached the finish line, Wilder Sheridan whistled triumphantly, turned to see Ann Vaughn’s pale face, and grinned sowhat heartlessly, "Sorry, it’s been too long since I’ve seen an old friend, got a bit excited."
Saying this, he nostalgically patted the steering wheel.
Ann Vaughn, catching her breath, couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his words, "With your popularity, you could easily get a lot of girls to sit in your passenger seat and cheer you on, why tornt ."
"But isn’t it just you, who isn’t dazzled by my charm?" Wilder Sheridan glanced at the rear-view mirror, took off his helt and pushed open the car door, "You stay in the car, I’ll be back soon."
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