She was just about to turn the corner in the car, but Cyrus Hawthorne’s few words pulled her back in!
It made her so angry!
Susie Somrs almost died laughing, "You just realized? I wanted to ask earlier, but seeing the lost look on your face, I held back."
She was perplexed as to how Ann Vaughn was wearing a ring yet saying she rejected Cyrus Hawthorne’s proposal.
Turns out Ann Vaughn never made the turn at all from the start.
Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, the image of Cyrus Hawthorne’s calm and emotionless face surfaced in her mind, and the stifled frustration in her heart couldn’t be repressed.
This man really had her wrapped around his finger!
"... Is it too late to regret now?"
Hearing Ann Vaughn say this, Susie turned slightly serious and said to her, "Annie, if you’re really over him, then it’s okay to completely reject him."
"But you know yourself, it’s just that you’re upset about him making you take birth control pills, not that you’re over your feelings for him. You need to distinguish between the two."
Ann Vaughn’s fine brows knitted slightly, her curled lashes fluttered gently as she remained silent for a mont.
Seeing a hint of change in her expression, Susie continued, "Whether you’ve been moved by him and want to marry him a second ti, only you know the answer. Although I’m also annoyed by how Cyrus treated you, think on the bright side—what if there’s more to this issue than ets the eye?"
With how much Cyrus values and cherishes Ann Vaughn, Susie found it hard to imagine he would make her take birth control pills.
But the evidence is right in front of them, leaving no room for denial.
Susie could only use such a pale excuse to console Ann Vaughn.
"But Susie," Ann Vaughn smiled wryly, "it’s just because I care too much that it matters so much."
Susie paused, the hand holding the chip bag tightened slightly, making it hard to chew the chips.
Because I care too much, it matters so much?
Thinking of the last ti she saw Julian Master Moore having dinner with another woman in a restaurant, Susie’s previously well-controlled emotions suddenly surged.
"I suddenly rembered I have so unfinished work, I’m heading back now!" Susie tossed the chip bag away and dashed out.
"Don’t forget to lock the door again." Ann Vaughn reminded her from behind, tidying up the living room before returning to her room.
Originally, before returning to her room, Ann Vaughn wanted to take a hug from Kenny to recharge, but when she saw the empty nursery...
She suddenly rembered that Kenny was still at Cloudre Manor and wouldn’t be back for a couple of days.
Without Kenny’s hugs, Ann Vaughn drifted back to her room like a wandering soul.
Sitting in front of the desk, she imdiately turned on the computer and entered the forum.
Previously, the Eland plague outbreak served as a wake-up call for various countries, strengthening their defense awareness, so no country beyond the disaster-prone areas had significant disasters.
However, the forum’s main group was bustling with excitent.
[A cruise ship heading to K Country on the Sylar River was hijacked, and the owner is a renowned tycoon from K Country. Just want to know which master orchestrated such a neat job.]
[Am I the only one who thinks it was beautifully done? The Ricoer Family’s reputation in K Country is turning sour fast, relying on marrying off daughters to local rich n to maintain their status. It’s bound to collapse eventually.]
[Speaking of cruises... Did anyone receive an invitation for Saturday’s auction on the X Country tour line?]
[Let’s see the auction list first to decide whether to attend.]
[...]
Dozens of ssages scrolled by, quickly bringing an auction list underneath.
Ann Vaughn casually clicked in for a look, her eyes opened slightly wider.
They even managed to get the internal auction list and boldly posted it out... If the auction house owner finds out, they might just have a ltdown.
Ann Vaughn marveled once again at the forum’s mystery and strength, scrolling through the long image.
Yet at the very end, she saw an item that should not be on this list—
"The Unique dical Guide"!
Ann Vaughn enlarged the picture, noticing at the curled corner at the bottom right of "The Unique dical Guide," a vague word could be seen.
Cynthia.
This was her grandfather’s na!
This unique edition could be considered her grandfather’s most beloved collection, always in his hands.
But after her grandfather passed, Ann Vaughn searched the entire house but never found this book.
How did it end up here...
Suddenly, Ann Vaughn recalled the phone call from Jade Shepherd not long ago.
Jade Shepherd repeatedly stated that she’d make her pay for Cynthia Vaughn’s death, yet she was stuck in Mordane, unable to act against her.
So, this unique dical book is likely the bait Jade Shepherd threw out.
A lure to draw her in.
Ann Vaughn’s gaze turned cold as she imdiately typed on the group chat: What’s the exact ti of this auction?
[Is Little Rose interested in a specific auction item or just going for the show? To avoid accidentally bidding against you, why not share what you’re interested in first?]
[Wow, you’ve really practiced that questioning technique, haven’t you?]
[Little Rose, ignore that person. The Bright Green tour line sets sail on the 17th at two in the afternoon, the auction starts at seven in the evening, spanning seven days and seven nights.]
[Little Rose, aren’t you usually disinterested in these events? The items seem attractive, but there’s nothing particularly special.]
Ann Vaughn thanked the responder and went to check news related to the Bright Green tour line.
What she found was shocking.
The Bright Green’s client screening was extrely high, inviting only elites of various countries, those slightly below the threshold couldn’t even step in.
Moreover, if any invited family or individual had less than two billion in liquid assets, they’d be removed from the list.
While Ann Vaughn was troubled about what to do, the private ssage icon at the bottom right suddenly lit up.
Clicking to see, it was a ssage from My King.
[I saw you asking about the Bright Green in the group just now, thought you might need this. I don’t have ti to attend, so I’ll give it to you.]
Ann Vaughn squinted at this line, then opened the image My King sent—
It was the invitation code for the Bright Green!
Invited guests could only gain a pass to the Bright Green with the active code.
The code My King sent had not been activated.
[Thank you, I owe you one.] Ann Vaughn solemnly typed these words.
She couldn’t just watch as her grandfather’s lifelong cherished book drifted to others.
So even knowing Jade Shepherd might be lurking, waiting for her to bite the bait, Ann Vaughn couldn’t remain indifferent.
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