CHAPTER 879: CHAPTER 879: FINALLY MEETING YOU, MY BRIDE

"Isn’t that me?!" Upon seeing it clearly, Ann Vaughn almost choked.

This was how she looked when she was eighteen, she couldn’t be more familiar with it.

But why would her photo appear in such a place?!!

Goosebumps rose all over Ann Vaughn’s body, and she immediately tore her own photo off the wall.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, she caught sight of the murals out of the corner of her eye, and a terrifying suspicion suddenly surfaced in her mind.

A shipwreck at sea, wish fulfillment, a tribute to the deal, the price of breaking the contract...

The stories on these murals linked together exactly matched the ones she saw in the materials Cyrus Hawthorne provided, detailing her great-grandfather’s rescue from a shipwreck!

If that’s the case, then these girls shown on the photo wall are undoubtedly all...

At the moment the answer emerged, Ann Vaughn’s mind went blank with a loud bang, her entire body felt as if it had plunged into an ice cellar, her pretty face drained of blood, as pale as paper.

She clutched the photo in her hand tightly, stepped back, and then turned and ran!

Unexpectedly, just as Ann Vaughn turned around, she ran into a cold chest, and the next second, a similarly cold hand steadied her shoulder.

"You saw it all."

A familiar low and soft voice sounded above Ann Vaughn’s head, but it lacked its usual leisure and gentleness, wrapped instead with a chilling undertone.

——Warren Vance!

Almost instantly, Ann Vaughn pushed against his chest, her eyes wary as she continuously backed away.

Warren Vance smiled faintly, casually put on the white gloves in his hand, inadvertently brushing the golden badge on his chest, every movement was elegant to the extreme.

But with each step closer, he intensified the horror in Ann Vaughn’s heart, pressing her back against the photo wall with nowhere else to retreat.

"What do you want to do?" Ann Vaughn suppressed the panic in her heart, steadied her voice, and asked him.

Warren Vance walked up to her, took away the photo in her hand, and placed it back on the photo wall.

"Casually meddling with someone else’s belongings is not a good habit." Warren Vance’s voice held no discernible emotion, his dark red eyes gazing at Ann Vaughn with a smile that unfolded, "I originally intended to hide this from you for a lifetime, but you wandered into it yourself."

It seemed that he was not at all surprised that Ann Vaughn could now see, as if he had long anticipated it, just never pointed it out.

Ann Vaughn was made nervous by his smile, "That’s my photo, when did it become your possession?"

"Not only this photo," Warren Vance stared directly into her panicked eyes, his gloved hand caressing her cheek, "From the moment you were born, you were destined to be...my bride."

Ann Vaughn’s pupils contracted.

She suddenly recalled those mysterious words Warren Vance had said when they first met years ago.

"Finally, I meet you, my bride."

So this is what it meant——

"The one who made a deal with my great-grandfather back then, was that your elder?" Ann Vaughn raised her eyes, looking at Warren Vance who was so close to her, and asked with a strained voice.

Warren Vance waggled his index finger, the smile on his lips deepening, "That person is me."

"How can——" Ann Vaughn was nearly speechless, coughing twice before recovering, her back covered in a layer of cold sweat, "Are you joking with me?"

Warren wasn’t even born back then!

Warren Vance offered no explanation, instead, he took out an intricately patterned dagger from his waist, and in front of Ann Vaughn’s eyes, sliced open the back of his hand with it.

A conspicuous blood mark immediately appeared on his sickly pale skin.

Within seconds, under Ann Vaughn’s astonished gaze, the blood mark gradually disappeared.

Ann Vaughn was momentarily rendered speechless, unable to utter a single word, staring blankly at Warren Vance’s undamaged hand.

But having witnessed both the Phoenix Bone and Dragon Marrow Jade, Ann Vaughn wasn’t startled to the point of losing her wits.

More than Warren Vance’s ability to self-heal, she suspected he was performing a magic trick to deceive her.

"...Is this dagger fake?" After a long pause, Ann Vaughn squeezed out such a sentence and reached her hand toward him, "Let me try it."

Warren Vance: "..."

Of all those who had witnessed his self-healing, many had been panicked, some had screamed loudly, and others had tried to burn him as if he were a monster.

Ann Vaughn’s reaction was one he had never encountered before.

"Aren’t you afraid?" Warren Vance put away the dagger, looking at Ann Vaughn with a half-smile, "Humans always fear what they cannot control."

Despite her fear, Ann Vaughn was more determined to understand what all this was about.

It was impossible for anyone to live for a century, unless... he wasn’t human at all.

Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but shiver.

All Warren Vance’s actions that she had considered acting or eccentricities suddenly prompted a bold conjecture in her mind.

"Warren Vance," Ann Vaughn swallowed with difficulty, raised her head to look at him, and asked word by word: "Are you a vampire?"

Rumble——

Just as the words left her lips, outside the window behind Warren Vance, the clear sky abruptly became overshadowed with dense clouds, lightning roared, and even the room’s lighting darkened all of a sudden.

In an instant, dozens of bats flew past the window, the sound of their wings hitting the glass sharp and loud.

Ann Vaughn’s clear eyes widened, reflecting Warren Vance’s pale handsome face, and... two sharp teeth resting against lips the color of blood.

Unexpectedly, the emblem of a vampire.

In her daze, Ann Vaughn suddenly felt a cold touch on her neck.

Warren Vance narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression one of unprecedented contentment, "Your blood is the sweetest I’ve ever encountered."

Even with a layer of skin between, the sweet scent diffused intensely, driving one mad.

For some reason, Ann Vaughn’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they finally closed...

...

Wherever the eye could see, there was a vast expanse of crimson.

A lone, snow-white figure stood amidst the scarlet ground, turning slightly to the side, those glass-like dark red eyes enchantingly intense, silently gazing at a certain spot.

Suddenly, a smile blossomed.

Instantly, countless black bats unfolded their wings and took flight from behind him, overwhelming and directly facing forward...

"Ah!"

Ann Vaughn awoke with a start from the nightmare, sitting up, with beads of sweat adorning her smooth forehead, her damp, dark hair clinging messily to her cheeks, making her small face appear even more delicate.

She had obviously not yet recovered her senses, her pupils shrinking slightly, her pearly teeth biting down on her lower lip.

Once she finally caught her breath, Ann Vaughn realized there was a doctor standing in front of her, and as she turned her head, the doctor stowed away something in his arms.

Only then did she notice, she somehow returned to the original room, as for Warren Vance...

He had long since vanished without a trace.

"Princess, you suddenly fell unconscious not long ago, His Highness asked me to come and check your health." The doctor, noticing her confusion, respectfully explained, then removed the needle from her hand.