Chapter 297: Chapter 297: The Cheongsam Woman Who Resembles Her
Though the Sheridan Family is impressive, she could tell that in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, it probably wasn’t that important.
It was precisely because of this that Old Mrs. Sheridan appreciated her temperament even more.
"There’s a party at the house tonight. If you’re not in a hurry to leave, why not stay and enjoy yourself?" Old Mrs. Sheridan suggested.
"Thank you for the invitation, but I might have to disappoint your kind intentions."
Old Mrs. Sheridan didn’t insist, and chatted with Ann Vaughn about other things.
After leaving the attic, Ann Vaughn declined Uncle Vance’s offer to escort her, saying that she could leave alone, allowing him to go back and take care of the old lady.
Uncle Vance was also worried about the old lady, and hearing Ann Vaughn say this, he gratefully smiled at her, then turned back to the attic.
Ann Vaughn walked alone towards the main gate.
Suddenly, a familiar figure blocked Ann Vaughn’s path, almost causing her to bump into him on the spot.
Ann Vaughn took a few steps back and stood firm. Upon clearly seeing the person in front of her, she almost jumped with fright.
This... this is?!
If it weren’t for the short hair of the person in front of her, she would almost think she had bumped into a mirror!
This time, Wilder Sheridan wasn’t wearing sunglasses or a mask, revealing his wild and untamed face, with distinctive and refined features, highly recognizable.
However, the aura and the expression of Wilder and Ann Vaughn were completely different.
One was fiery and exuberant, the other gentle and indifferent.
It was just that Ann Vaughn had deliberately used foundation to cover her more obvious features while going out these past two days, so Wilder didn’t notice how similar she looked to him.
Sure enough, the tale of them looking exactly alike was nonsense.
Wilder pressed his tongue against his cheek and, without a word, grabbed Ann Vaughn’s hand. "I know your motive. Since you’re so eager to hobnob with the Sheridans, I’ll take you to see for yourself!"
Ann Vaughn was lost in thought, staring at the face that eerily resembled her own, and didn’t react when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Only when she heard Wilder’s nearly insulting words did she come back to her senses.
But Wilder held her like that and headed towards the main hall where the Sheridan Family was hosting the party.
Dragging Ann Vaughn to the entrance of the main hall, Wilder’s phone suddenly rang in his pocket. He finally stopped and answered the call with his other hand.
"Sis? Okay, I’ll go back and get it for you now, wait for me!"
Still holding her hand, Ann Vaughn originally wanted to give him an over-the-shoulder throw like she did the previous night, but looking at his face somehow made her hesitate.
If he had revealed that face yesterday, she definitely wouldn’t have been able to bring herself to hit him.
It’s like beating herself up, there’s no difference.
Is this a coincidence or something else?
Ann Vaughn was a bit confused and didn’t even realize when Wilder finished his call and pushed her into the banquet hall. She only heard him say:
"You go in first, after I get the stuff, if I don’t see you, you’ll regret it!"
"..."
Did he forget how badly he was beaten by her yesterday?
At that moment.
Jane Sheridan and a woman wearing a white cheongsam came down from the side banquet hall, just ready to enter, and saw Ann Vaughn standing at the door.
The expressions of both changed immediately.
Ann Vaughn, unaware of their presence, frowned slightly, indifferent to Wilder’s warning, and turned to leave.
Suddenly, her shoulders were simultaneously grabbed, and she was jerked out of the banquet hall, heading straight to the nearby garden!
Having been "kidnapped" twice in such a short period, Ann Vaughn’s good temper finally flared.
She forcefully freed herself from their hands, turned around, and saw Jane Sheridan, and...
Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes widened slightly, her brows furrowed tighter, looking somewhat incredulously at the woman in the white cheongsam.
Isn’t this... the woman she saw in the fashion store who looked so much like her?
Only now did Ann Vaughn realize it wasn’t just her imagination.
The woman in the cheongsam had long hair cascading to her waist, with a calm expression and a smile as if measured to perfection, with gentle eyes like watery tenderness.
Especially that face gave Ann Vaughn the eerie feeling for a moment that this person was modeled after her.
"Who allowed you to be at my home? Ann Vaughn, do you want to attend the party? Do you have an invitation? Who invited you? Can you stop being shameless?"
Before Ann Vaughn could make sense of the situation, Jane Sheridan suddenly spoke harshly, as if wanting to crucify Ann Vaughn in place, without a single courtesy.
No trace of the humble and deceitful appearance from yesterday.
Ann Vaughn immediately smiled, "Are you delusional? Who’s craving to attend your family’s party? Can you stop using your underdeveloped brain to gauge others?"
"Who are you calling underdeveloped?!"
"Stop wasting time with her, just kick her out. She doesn’t even fit in a place like this," The cheongsam woman finally spoke, her always gentle eyes turned slightly cold.
Ann Vaughn was puzzled, watching the cheongsam woman’s face with some contemplation.
Why does she feel that when the woman spoke just now, her face looked stiff?
"Didn’t you hear? Get out of my home. You’re not welcome here!" Jane Sheridan’s eyes swept over brutally, losing all the grace and poise she had in front of others, her tone filled with disgust.
They were desperate to make her leave...
Ann Vaughn chuckled softly, "So the Sheridan Family has vicious dogs, no wonder there are no guard dogs at the gate, they’re here."
"Who are you calling a dog?" Jane Sheridan’s face twisted slightly, luckily there were no outsiders here, not having to care about any image.
Ann Vaughn was about to speak when she realized a leg was sweeping towards her feet from the side, attempting to trip her.
Her gaze sharpened slightly, reacting swiftly to dodge the attack, then stepped forward a few strides, grabbing the cheongsam woman’s hair.
"Trying a sneak attack? You think I’m easy to bully?" Ann Vaughn sneered, grabbing the cheongsam woman’s hair towards a decorative ceramic vat nearby that was filled with water from the rain, having not been cleaned.
With a slight twist of her wrist, she pressed the cheongsam woman’s face into the water!
"Ah—" The cheongsam woman’s throat choked out a scream in the water, her limbs struggling frantically, but was pressed down by Ann Vaughn, unable to move.
"Here’s a life lesson for you; not everyone is worth provoking, understand?" Ann Vaughn’s eyes glanced at Jane Sheridan, who was approaching to intervene, directly flinging the cheongsam woman at her.
Jane Sheridan was thrown directly and fell with the cheongsam woman onto the lawn behind, unable to get up for a while.
Ann Vaughn shook her head somewhat disappointedly, truly, besides their family background, there was no other fighting capability worth noting.
Thinking of the kind and benevolent Old Mrs. Sheridan, Ann Vaughn refrained from further entanglement with them and turned to leave.