Chapter 485: Chapter 485: Because He’s Impotent
At the same time, an ear-piercing scream suddenly seemed to tear the roof off the café.
"You... you damn..." President Fuller started to curse but was in too much pain to continue.
When Ann Vaughn was angry, she was stronger than usual. Dealing with someone like this was a piece of cake for her.
What’s more, she was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, well-versed in acupuncture points, knowing exactly where to attack to make someone suffer, yet even a hospital examination would find no trace of injury.
If President Fuller dared to insult her, he should have been ready to risk his manhood.
The other guests around were stunned by this sudden scene. In contrast to the admiring glances from the women, the men instinctively clamped their legs together.
So... so terrifying QAQ!
Watching President Fuller hunch over in agony, his face twisted in pain, Ann Vaughn picked up the file bag from the ground, dusted it off leisurely, clicked her tongue lightly, her eyes lazily sultry.
"Seeing you so fervently aroused in public is pitiful, just giving a helping hand. No need to thank me, I wish you good weather."
Finished speaking, Ann Vaughn’s long black hair swayed slightly as she walked gracefully in high heels toward the café door.
As for why she wished for good weather.
Of course, because on sunny days, there’s no need for an umbrella—so no, it doesn’t rise.
Meanwhile.
Inside the black Hummer parked not far from the café.
Remembering the tragic scene just now, Mark Joyce couldn’t help but tighten his legs, his voice slightly trembling as he reminded the man in the back seat, "Pre-Pre-President Hawthorne, the meeting starts in ten minutes."
The car’s interior was dim, and the back seat even more indistinct.
Only through the hazy shadows could one glimpse the man’s handsome face half-hidden, cold and imposing, nobly aloof.
Mark Joyce watched as ten minutes passed, and no response came from the back seat, but he saw a slender, radiant figure emerge from the café.
"President Hawthorne, Miss Vaughn is out!" Mark Joyce couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice.
Who wouldn’t be excited, sitting idly in the car for almost an hour and a half, able to do nothing, the heat on like it was broken, everyone’s on the brink in this increasingly cold space.
"Go back to the office." The man said coldly, as if he hadn’t heard Mark Joyce’s words at all.
Mark Joyce: "..." So, when that pig-headed guy grabbed Miss Vaughn, you were just holding the car door handle doing hand exercises, right??
At this time, Ann Vaughn, who had just walked to her car, seemed to feel something, looked up at the location of the black Hummer.
But only saw a trail of white car exhaust drifting in the air.
"Strange." Ann Vaughn narrowed her brows, feeling a chill down her back as she wrapped her coat tightly around her, "Always feel like someone is watching me..."
Is it just an illusion?
...
The family tower.
Bella Hawthorne silently led Ann Vaughn to the base of the tower, took a deep breath, and said with slight unease, "Sister-in-law, I’m sorry."
"Silly girl, you have nothing to be sorry for." Seeing what she was apologizing for, Ann Vaughn smiled lightly, "Your mom is your mom, you are you. I can distinguish between the two."
With her words so clear, Bella Hawthorne felt a bit relieved, couldn’t help but ask tentatively, "Then... what about my brother? Will you blame my brother?"
At the mention of Cyrus Hawthorne, Ann Vaughn’s smile faded slightly, her gaze returning to the glass elevator ahead, "I’ll go in alone, I want to talk to your mom privately about some things."
"Sister-in-law, are you avoiding? Why don’t you blame me or my brother, but seem to hold some resentment towards my brother?"
Ann Vaughn pressed her red lips together, did not answer.
Seeing she really didn’t want to talk about it, Bella Hawthorne didn’t press further, handed her the keys, and watched her go up.
The glass elevator ascended smoothly but slowly, when it was nearly five stories high, Ann Vaughn felt her legs start to go weak, quickly squatted and buried her face in her knees.
Two minutes later, the elevator stopped at the top floor, Ann Vaughn almost staggered out against the wall, her feet feeling like they were stepping on cotton, every step light and floating.
She almost forgot, she’s afraid of heights.
After a while, Ann Vaughn took a deep breath and used the key to open the door at the far end of the room.
"Crash!"
The sound of porcelain shattering rang out by Ann Vaughn’s feet, narrowly missing hitting her.
Ann Vaughn glanced at the scattered shards, then looked towards Laura Quinn, sitting in a room with only one window, furiously smashing things.
"It’s you!" Laura Quinn still maintained her usual exquisite and elegant demeanor, but from those red eyes, it was clear her heart was not so calm.
"Surprised?" Ann Vaughn stepped on the shards, walked up to the seated Laura Quinn, looked down at her from above, and said coldly, "You and Cynthia Sheridan conspired to kill my child, tell me, how should I deal with you?"
Laura Quinn’s pupils contracted, "How dare you!"
"What wouldn’t I dare? You should know clearly what I do, to make you disappear without a trace, do you think it’s hard?"
At this moment, Ann Vaughn’s back seemed to sprout a pair of black wings, her eyes bright yet always carrying a hint of darkness.
Making Laura Quinn, who had never taken her seriously... feel an unprecedented fear.
After finishing the last word, Ann Vaughn suddenly leaned towards Laura Quinn, scaring her to retreat, whispered, "I have twenty-one golden needles, each will pierce into your blood vessels, flow through them and finally into your heart."
"You should atone for the death of my child, Laura Quinn."
"Shut up!!" Laura Quinn shouted exasperatedly, reaching out to slap Ann Vaughn’s cheek, but was caught by one hand, filled with hatred, "If you dare to kill me, the Hawthorne Family and Cian won’t spare you!"
Ann Vaughn scoffed lightly, not caring at all, "If I can drag you along to the grave, I think it’s worth it."
"Madwoman! You madwoman!!" Laura Quinn’s whole body trembled, hatred flashing in her eyes, "You’re just like that woman, both madwomen!"
Both madwomen!
Ann Vaughn was not surprised by Laura Quinn’s sudden madness, then straightened up and asked her, "The woman you mentioned, is it your twin sister or your former best friend, Shuhua Vaughn?"
At the mention of those three words, Laura Quinn was so shocked and furious her skin twitched, yet couldn’t stop herself from cursing.
"Of course that bitch Shuhua Vaughn! She knew I loved that man, yet still stole his heart, ultimately falling into another man’s arms! She intentionally wanted to humiliate me!"
"You, as her daughter, aren’t much better! From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were that woman’s daughter! I couldn’t deal with her, do you think I can’t handle her daughter?!"