CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 110: SHE IS AT YOUR DISPOSAL

Every word bleeds, every sentence strikes the heart.

A hoarse voice filled with countless anger and pain echoed by The Peren River, reflected in Ann Vaughn’s face as if the world was shattering in despair.

Seeing this, the two subordinates who were tightly holding Ann Vaughn were somewhat reluctant.

"If Sister truly considered me your little sister, you wouldn’t smear and defame me like this!" Cynthia Vaughn’s eyes flashed a hint of panic, and her expression became increasingly plaintive, "If what Sister said is true, then why are they asking for you and not me?"

"Even if Sister wants to shift the blame onto me, you should find a reason that stands!"

Her every word seemed to push Ann Vaughn into the abyss, leaving her no room to argue.

Who was it that stood out and confessed to being the main character in the scandal, if not Ann Vaughn herself, not Cynthia Vaughn?

Who would really think about what is wrong behind all this?!

What is black and white, turning against, Ann Vaughn finally witnessed today.

She looked at Cynthia Vaughn’s pitiful face, and suddenly a taste of blood surged in her throat, causing her body to sway twice, nearly unable to stand.

"Switch people." From behind, Cyrus Hawthorne’s low and cold voice rang out, laced with indifference without a trace of wavering.

The last shred of hope in Ann Vaughn’s heart was crushed into mud, stomped beneath his feet, only a little cooling and idle heart, making her realize how humble and pitiful she was.

He never believed her.

The two subordinates holding Ann Vaughn, who initially had some pity for her, hesitated no longer after hearing Cyrus’s order and took her over.

During the hostage exchange, a shirtless man on the speedboat suddenly said, "President Hawthorne, have your people step back immediately, or I will trigger the bomb strapped to Cynthia Vaughn."

The coat on Cynthia Vaughn was pulled open by those who escorted her, immediately revealing a row of timed bombs strapped to her!

"Cian..." Cynthia Vaughn widened her beautiful eyes in terror, standing there motionless.

This scene plunged the atmosphere by the banks of The Peren River to an icy point, chilling to the bone.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s distinct fingers suddenly pinched out the cigarette at his fingertips, narrow eyes deep and intense as he looked at the two subordinates, signaling them to retreat.

The subordinates shoved Ann Vaughn forward, pushing her toward those people, then turned back.

Annie staggered, but she showed no reaction, her clear eyes lost focus, devoid of light, allowing those people to tie her up as well and take her onto the speedboat.

"State your conditions, what will it take for you to release Cynthia Vaughn?" Cyrus Hawthorne lightly rubbed his fingers, squinting his eyes as he spoke to the shirtless man.

Ann Vaughn was roughly pushed to the railing of the speedboat, her originally lifeless eyes quivering slightly.

"Hahaha, who would have thought President Hawthorne was a romantic at heart, forsaking his wife for a little lover, but still, you owe us compensation for losses in the precinct these past three years." The shirtless man tapped Ann Vaughn and Cynthia Vaughn’s heads with the handle of a dagger, then said, "Fixed price, fifty million."

"Agreed." Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes showed no ripple, as if fifty million to him was just a number.

"President Hawthorne is straightforward, but this fifty million is just to redeem your little lover, aren’t you concerned about the fate of your wife?"

Upon hearing the shirtless man’s words, Ann Vaughn’s body gradually tensed, her slender fingers nearly digging into the flesh of her palms.

The ashen feeling in her heart seemed blown over by a gust of wind, tiny flames rekindling.

"Dispose of her as you wish, but if Cynthia Vaughn loses a single hair, you won’t leave here alive." Cyrus Hawthorne sneered coldly, his brows and eyes filled with a frightening fierceness and a murderous aura.

In an instant, it was like being drenched in icy water from head to toe, thoroughly chilled.

The hope and expectation that had just flickered to life in Ann Vaughn’s heart were extinguished into ashes by his words.

She abruptly lowered her head, striving to suppress the tearing pain in her chest, hearing Cynthia Vaughn’s emotional sobbing from beside her.

It felt like tangible knives, relentlessly stabbing into her entire body.

Even though the night wind wasn’t that cold, Ann Vaughn’s whole body trembled lightly, the tears forced back into her eyes stuck in her throat, inch by inch, turning to ice.

To him, it turned out, her life or death was entirely insignificant.

How foolish and naive she had been to hope she could eventually warm the ice around him, one day embracing him with her warmth.

But when she hit her head to the point of bleeding, the fire in her gradually extinguished, unable to warm his heart or enter his world.

In the end, he treated her life as a trivial game, indifferent and unconcerned.

Ann Vaughn, you are truly a fool.

To fall for such a cruel and cold-hearted man.

Cyrus Hawthorne quickly ordered the fifty million prepared and sent over for the second hostage exchange.

Once the fifty million was in hand, Cynthia Vaughn was pushed over by those people, and the exchange succeeded.

As if sensing something, Ann Vaughn suddenly lifted her pale little face, shattered eyes looking toward Cyrus Hawthorne’s direction.

Just in time to see Cynthia Vaughn falling into Cyrus Hawthorne’s arms, and he gently receiving her, holding her tenderly and soothingly.

From start to finish, he never looked at her again.

The tender affection and the bone-chilling wind divided the riverbanks sharply.

She forced herself to calm down, restraining the blood surging from her throat, turning to see those people checking the cash inside the briefcase, a spot beside them left unattended.

Ann Vaughn bit her lip, suddenly charging toward the spot on the speedboat close to the shore!

She moved swiftly, those people busy counting cash unable to attend to her, soon allowing her to reach the speedboat’s edge!

Bang—

An ear-splitting muffled sound suddenly came, the next moment followed by a sound of something piercing flesh, making one’s ear bones tingle.

"Ah—" Ann Vaughn shrieked in pain, suddenly losing strength in her legs, collapsing at the edge of the speedboat, her face pale, immediately breaking out in cold sweat.

The pain nearly piercing through her calf spread densely around her bones, causing her delicate brows to furrow tightly, almost making her faint.

Yet her greatest panic came from the abnormality in her abdomen.

Without thinking, she pulled out a Fetal Protection Pill from her sleeve and popped it into her mouth, swallowing dryly.

Just as she completed this action, suddenly a hand grabbed her hair, brutally wrenching her up from the ground.

"Slap!"

A fierce, brutal slap struck Ann Vaughn’s face!

The numbing stabs of pain swiftly spread from her cheek, causing tears to well up in Ann Vaughn’s eyes, her ears ringing, unable to hear even a bit of sound!