Chapter 308: Chapter 308: Triplets After All?
"I just hope that no matter what you ultimately decide, don’t forget to leave yourself a way out to ensure you won’t get deeply hurt in the future."
He seemed to be implying something, without explicitly stating it, but they both understood the meaning.
These words were like a dull hammer, not too light nor too heavy, tapping on Ann Vaughn’s heart, causing a sense of confusion to rise within her.
"I know," after a long while, Ann Vaughn turned her head to look at the azure sky outside the window, a hint of self-mockery in her clear eyes, "I just want to indulge myself for a little while."
Until he remembers everything from the past.
By then, even if she didn’t want to end the current dream, she would have to be called to stop.
Meanwhile.
Sheridan Residence.
Assistant Chaney arrived early in the morning with investigation documents, still carrying a look of shock and disbelief on his face.
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have thought there could be a third person in the world who looks so much like Young Master Wilder!
Back then, Madame Sherman obviously gave birth to twins, could it be that they were all mistaken and it was actually triplets?!
Stunned by Ann Vaughn’s photo, Assistant Chaney forgot to notify Stanley Sheridan beforehand and rushed over with the documents.
But in his haste, Assistant Chaney accidentally bumped into a servant carrying morning tea, causing the documents in his hands to fall to the ground.
Before the servant could apologize, Jane Sheridan’s voice was heard from another path.
"Assistant Chaney, why so rushed? Is something urgent?" She walked up to Assistant Chaney, who was picking up his glasses, and glanced at the scattered documents on the ground, her gaze suddenly froze.
"Second Miss." Assistant Chaney put his glasses back on and respectfully greeted Jane Sheridan, "It’s some urgent business."
Truly someone close to her father, cautious to the extreme.
A cold laugh echoed in Jane Sheridan’s heart, but her face remained graceful and gentle, even towards the servant, "Aren’t you going to help Assistant Chaney pick up the documents?"
The servant quickly tried to find a place to put down the tray before going to pick up the documents on the ground.
But as she lifted the tray, she suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground!
"Ah!"
"The documents!"
Two exclamations sounded at the same time, but no one saw the triumphant smile on Jane Sheridan’s lips.
Assistant Chaney almost pounced to save the documents, but between the tea and the glass, the papers were stained and some were even torn by broken pieces, leaving them in bad shape.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Assistant Chaney, I didn’t mean to! I don’t know why I suddenly twisted my ankle, I..." The servant, frightened, turned pale and didn’t even dare to stand up, kneeling there with continuous apologies.
The Sheridan Family is the richest in Marinia, the residence is so luxurious that ordinary people can’t even approach. Even the flowers and plants in the garden are so precious that people dare not touch them for fear of having to compensate.
Not to mention the documents Assistant Chaney brought, if it were some billion-dollar contract, even selling herself wouldn’t cover the cost.
"How could you be so careless?" Jane Sheridan slightly frowned, said softly, then turned to the worried Assistant Chaney, "Assistant Chaney, I’m really sorry, if my father blames you, just say it was me who accidentally ruined it. It’s not easy for her working here."
Assistant Chaney always knew this Second Miss was knowledgeable and courteous, but didn’t expect her to be so considerate and kind towards the servants.
The servant looked gratefully at Jane Sheridan, "Thank you, Second Miss, really, thank you!"
Since the documents were already damaged, Assistant Chaney temporarily abandoned the idea of reporting to Chairman Sheridan about this matter, considering how much Chairman Sheridan adored the Third Miss.
He had no evidence to find Chairman Sheridan and talk about this, fearing that Chairman Sheridan wouldn’t believe it.
After Assistant Chaney left, Jane Sheridan’s gentle demeanor cooled, her gaze sharp as a knife.
Hmph, Ann Vaughn’s face, really can’t be allowed to remain.
...
The Imperial Capital.
Ann Vaughn sat a bit stiffly in the back seat of the car, her bright eyes occasionally glancing toward the man driving in the front right, who looked exceptionally sinister.
She remembered this person, four years ago when Cyrus Hawthorne punished her by locking her in the forbidden room, it was this person who took her there.
This man seemed to be surrounded by a thick scent of blood, his chiseled face extremely sharp, his gaze calm, yet like an unsheathed knife, seemingly harmless.
She had encountered many patients, very sensitive to the scent of blood.
And this man seemed to have crawled out from a pile of corpses, his fierce and violent aura making people afraid to look for fear of having nightmares.
If she hadn’t confirmed multiple times with Mark Joyce that this was the person sent to pick her up, she might have thought he was there to kill her.
Suddenly, the man driving seemed to notice Ann Vaughn’s gaze, accurately looking back at her through the rearview mirror.
Ann Vaughn trembled slightly, her red lips awkwardly curling into a smile, "Is there, is there something?"
"You don’t have to be afraid of me, while I’m in service to Mr. Hawthorne, I won’t harm him or those around him." Dragon turned his gaze back, coldly.
"In service to him... what does that mean?"
"It seems Mr. Hawthorne didn’t tell you why I remain by his side."
Ann Vaughn remained silent for a moment, not intentionally thinking crookedly, but how did the conversation sound like a confrontation between love rivals??
Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn quickly dismissed these irrelevant thoughts, and asked, "You’ve been by Cyrus Hawthorne’s side for many years?"
Dragon nodded, "For six years."
"You just said you wouldn’t harm him and those around him, does that mean if the six-year term ends, you would?" Ann Vaughn recalled his latter words, couldn’t help but inquire curiously.
"Yes." Dragon raised his head, eagle eyes staring directly at Ann Vaughn’s in the rearview mirror, "He and I are sworn enemies."
Sw-sworn enemies?!
Wait, what did he just say??
Ann Vaughn almost thought she heard wrong, but looking at Dragon’s eyes as fierce as if stained with blood, her back stiffened slightly.
What on earth is Cyrus Hawthorne thinking?!
To let his sworn enemy stay by his side every day and work for him, isn’t he afraid of being bitten back?!!
"Screech—"
Just as Ann Vaughn was lost in thought, the car suddenly halted.
"Why did we stop?" Ann Vaughn’s voice was slightly nervous, fearing he stopped with the intention of doing something to her.
Who knew Dragon would pull out a cigarette from a box and light it, saying indifferently, "There’s a bleeding pregnant woman blocking the road ahead, we can’t pass."
Hearing this, Ann Vaughn’s eyelids twitched, quickly lowering the car window to look outside.