CHAPTER 876: CHAPTER 876: CHILL AND PLAY, I’LL CARRY YOU

Outside the room.

Betty reported the results of her investigation to Warren Vance, "Your Highness, besides the Princess in the bathroom, there was no one else, and no fingerprints were found in places like the window."

Ann Vaughn couldn’t see, so she didn’t know that when Betty entered the bathroom, she was holding a fingerprint detection device.

Every possible place was thoroughly checked.

It was not just as simple as looking with the eyes.

Warren Vance’s face showed no particular expression as he absentmindedly twirled Sweetie’s snake tail with his fingertips, the light flowing in his dark red eyes, yet capturing not a hint of humanity.

Like the most beautiful red glass, beautiful it may be, but not of this world.

"Your Highness, we’ve found it." Quinn Bishop hurried back, whispering in Warren’s ear, "Cyrus Hawthorne is still within S Country, recently there’s been no record of him leaving the country, our people have also confirmed his whereabouts, everything is calm."

Calm, is it?

Warren Vance let out a light laugh, though the amusement did not reach his eyes.

"Quinn, I don’t believe in coincidences."

"Yes, I’ll immediately order a reinvestigation." Quinn Bishop did not ask Warren’s intentions, agreeing without question.

Warren Vance gave a faint "hmm," and finally, as if recalling something, suddenly squinted his eyes.

Ha, it’s rather interesting.

The next day.

Since her eyes were injured, Ann Vaughn rarely did not wake up from nightmares or sudden panic, sleeping soundly until daylight streamed through the window.

Having rested well, her spirits greatly improved.

Perhaps due to her mood, Ann Vaughn found her eyes hurt less than yesterday, the sensation of a foreign object reduced significantly, and she found it not as difficult to open her eyes as usual.

Noticing this change, Ann’s mood couldn’t help but brighten.

However, this good mood was soon disrupted.

"It seems something good happened last night, even your mood is much better than yesterday."

Warren Vance’s indifferent voice suddenly reached her ears, carrying a subtle probe, instantly making Ann tense her slender fingers.

She leisurely finished the bun on her fork before replying, "I had a dream last night."

"What dream?" Warren Vance refilled her warm milk, pushing it to her hand.

"I dreamt you turned into a llama, said ’tough it out, I’ll carry you’ to me." Ann said with a slight smile, "I wouldn’t let you, yet you insisted on carrying me, rushing into the green prairie, unable to pull back."

From the moment she spoke, Betty, standing by, suppressed her laughter, holding her head down and struggling to keep it in.

The elegant, noble Prince in the Princess’s dream turned into a llama... or rather, an alpaca.

Hahaha, isn’t this just teasing?

Even though Warren Vance didn’t understand what "tough it out" or "green prairie" referred to, Ann’s expression clearly held deeper meanings.

Nevertheless...

"As long as you’re happy." Warren Vance propped his chin with one hand, narrowing his eyes at Ann’s smiling face, the slight curve of his lips enough to show her current pleasure.

Ann was a bit choked by his words, remembering he didn’t understand what she meant, wasting her effort in implying.

She simply stayed silent, continuing to eat the bun in front of her.

"Do you really intend to replace Breeze?" Warren Vance asked casually.

His tone was as usual, as if it was just a sudden thought, but after last night’s events, Ann didn’t believe Warren would easily dismiss his suspicions.

The only possibility was he was testing her.

"I stated clearly yesterday." Ann’s smile faded, "After all, my eyes weren’t injured because of you, you have no obligation to take responsibility for my injury, so you don’t need to worry about me in the future."

Warren Vance directly met her gaze, "What if I say I’ve changed my mind?"

"That’s your business, nothing to do with me."

Betty thought Ann’s words would provoke Warren’s anger, yet he laughed instead.

"Then as you wish, replace Breeze."

Ann pretended not to hear, silently eating the food before her.

Only she knew the fine sweat in her palm had wet the silver fork, though fortunately no one noticed.

She thought Warren wouldn’t suspect Breeze so soon, but he was so perceptive.

If she showed a hint of reluctance to replace Breeze, Warren might just confirm that the current Breeze was compromised.

For now, it seems she’s passed this hurdle...

But soon, Ann discovered that while Warren temporarily dispelled his doubts about Breeze, he increased vigilance around her.

Whether around Ann’s room or on her walks, the foreign presence pressing on her made it hard to breathe.

Amidst the tense martial law in The Royal City, Ann’s eye injury finally began to improve.

Initially, she could only see a blurry shadow and outline, not clear; now, it’s becoming clearer, and recovery shouldn’t take much longer.

Ann suppressed her inner joy, not showing a hint, disguising it skillfully,

but she could only hide it for a while, not forever, she must leave here before the truth is exposed...

"Princess, His Majesty wants to see you." Just as Ann was lost in thought, Betty approached her.

"Why does His Majesty wish to see me?"

"Originally, His Majesty planned to summon you when you arrived, but His Highness blocked it, citing your need for rest." Betty explained.

Ann Vaughan nodded slightly, as after all, she’s eating and living off them, not paying a visit to the... well, to the owner of The Royal City wouldn’t make sense.

"Very well, please lead the way."

...

In the penthouse sunroom.

Standing there, one could overlook the entire sea of The Royal City’s majestic spectacle.

The nearly transparent white-tipped castle was artfully spaced within the area, featuring gardens, pools, statue mazes, luxury cars, and private jets on the lawn... gazing from afar felt grand and magnificent, like a picture.

Upon entering the sunroom, Ann immediately felt the comforting warmth spilling from above, so comfortable it made one want to sigh.

"Your Majesty, the Princess is here." The secretary formally dressed man bowed, gently reminding the Old King—Gothasen’s hereditary ruler, Lionel Vance.

The Old King folded the newspaper in his hand nonchalantly, instructing Betty, "Help the Princess to sit here."

The Old King’s voice sounded much weaker than in the past, slow and labored, indicating his poor health.

"You’ve misunderstood, Your Majesty, there’s nothing between His Highness the Crown Prince and me. My intrusion this time is due to various unavoidable reasons." After sitting down, Ann explained.