CHAPTER 117: CHAPTER 117: HUGGING A MAN

"I even tried to steal the video footage from that dog man Silas Master Moore’s computer, but he found out and even scolded me, hic..."

"It’s ridiculous, that dog man actually scolded me to protect that secretive white lotus! What’s so attractive about a woman who jumps from one man to another?!"

Susie Sommers is the type who loves drinking even though she can’t hold her liquor well. She’s already tipsy and babbling incoherently, saying whatever comes to mind.

Ann Vaughn patiently listens to her vent, eventually raising an understanding eyebrow, no wonder.

The only person who can make Susie Sommers this upset is no one other than Silas Master Moore.

But right now, their relationship is at an awkward juncture, and they can’t cross that line even by an inch.

Just then, Susie Sommers’ phone on the table suddenly rings.

Ann Vaughn glances up and sees the screen displaying the remark "Big Pigfoot," instantly knowing who the caller is.

She looks at Susie Sommers, who mumbles incoherently at the table already drunk, and answers the phone, "Hello, Mr. Moore."

There was silence for two seconds on the other end, then Silas Master Moore’s somewhat frustrated voice came through, "Where are you guys??"

"At a hot pot restaurant near Imperial Capital No. 1 High School, she’s quite drunk." Ann Vaughn hesitated a bit but decided to tell him the truth.

After hanging up, Susie Sommers suddenly lifts her head from the table, her eyes nearly shut tight, looking at her, "Annie, your husband seems to have been cheated on."

Ann Vaughn: ???

Don’t talk nonsense, she hasn’t!

Before she could open her mouth to explain, Susie Sommers’ next words felt like a bomb thrown at her, "I went to the hospital for a check-up a few days ago and saw Cynthia Vaughn secretly hugging a man."

"I probably didn’t see it wrong..." Susie Sommers mumbled a few words and collapsed back, now completely drunk.

Ann Vaughn was blindsided by the amount of information in her words, it took a while before she regained her senses, her small mouth gaping in shock.

Based on Cynthia Vaughn’s determination to marry no one other than Cyrus Hawthorne, would she really be hugging another man?

But even if Susie Sommers detests someone, she would never groundlessly slander others, so the possibility of this being true is high.

For some reason, Ann Vaughn felt like there were clues not connecting, giving her a vague sense of oddity, something felt off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Susie Sommers was way too drunk now to get any more out of her, so Ann Vaughn draped a jacket over her and let her sleep.

About half an hour later, Silas Master Moore personally drove over to take Susie Sommers away, leaving Ann Vaughn genuinely feeling a bit regretful.

Silas Master Moore looked as though he wanted to eat Susie Sommers alive earlier, and Ann Vaughn couldn’t be sure if having him pick her up was the right choice or not.

But what’s done can’t be undone, so Ann Vaughn left the hot pot restaurant and decided to walk to the nearby small clinic.

The Imperial Capital was bustling and lively at night, the various aromas from distinct shops along the street were enticingly fragrant.

These were scenes Ann Vaughn saw frequently and ordinarily, but today, they felt strikingly different...

"I’ve told you already I don’t know you, if you keep grabbing me, I’ll call the police!"

"Fine, go ahead and call, let me see which cop will meddle in little lovers’ quarrels, misbehave again and see if I don’t slap you!"

A heated argument echoing from not far ahead caught Ann Vaughn’s curiosity, she glanced over to see a quarreling couple surrounded by a crowd.

Initially taking only a glance with plans to look away, something felt wrong, so she continued to watch.

The girl was dressed head to toe in expensive brands, her makeup was meticulous, and she had a graceful bearing indicating a prominent family background.

This made her appear incompatibly paired with her boyfriend, who was cursing and grabbing her arm.

Indeed, love stories about poor guys and rich beauties were often romantic tales.

What caught Ann Vaughn’s attention was the man’s physical condition.

"Please help me call the police, I don’t know this person and don’t understand why he’s sticking to me." The girl looked around at the bystanders pleadingly, on the verge of tears.

Shortly after leaving the airport, someone had snatched her wallet, with her phone and cards inside, leaving her unable to contact her family immediately.

Intending initially to walk to the nearby branch of her family before returning home, she had unexpectedly been harassed by this man she didn’t recognize.

The bystanders were certainly not going to help call the police, even advising her not to quarrel with her boyfriend and take matters home to discuss slowly.

The man, also annoyed, raised his hand threateningly, "I haven’t even settled the score for making me jealous, come back and explain yourself, or see if I won’t teach you a lesson!"

Seeing the slap about to land, the onlookers no longer intended to assist the girl upon hearing she was quarrelling with her boyfriend due to infidelity.

Instead, they watched keenly, as if it was entertainment.

The girl, pampered since childhood, had never faced such a situation, too scared to speak.

"What kind of man hits a girl?" Ann Vaughn approached during this scene, deftly catching the man’s hand, coldly saying, "Besides, is this young lady really your girlfriend?"

The sudden pain in his wrist made the man withdraw his hand, glaring maliciously at Ann Vaughn, "What’s it to you, an outsider, about me and my girlfriend’s affairs? Mind your own business!"

"What a joke, those who know might think she’s your girlfriend, and those who don’t might think she’s your possession to hit as you please?" Ann Vaughn shielded the girl slightly behind her and said to the man, "How about you tell us this young lady’s name, where she lives, and her birthday!"

"If you can’t answer any one of these, I have reason to suspect you’re not her boyfriend at all, but a human trafficker!"

Ann Vaughn’s firm words made the crowd’s scrutiny of the man shift unfavorably.

The public deeply despises traffickers, and if this man were indeed one, they couldn’t just let him go!

"You, you!" The man’s face twisted, realizing the lost chance in this deal, he suddenly shoved through the crowd and attempted to flee.

Anticipating his escape, Ann Vaughn casually lifted her hand, flinging two Golden Needles from her fingertips, precisely stabbing into the human trafficker’s legs.

With a "thud," the trafficker fell to the ground.

Concerned bystanders quickly subdued him and called the police.

Ann Vaughn relaxed her tightly knitted brows, rubbing her wrist she used to throw the Golden Needles.