CHAPTER 895: CHAPTER 895: ANNIE, LONG TIME NO SEE

An inexplicable sense of familiarity rose from the depths of Ann Vaughn’s heart.

Sutton Jennings stood at the edge of the lookout, his gaze coincidentally meeting Ann Vaughn’s who was sitting on the yacht. The gentle warmth gradually spread in his peach blossom eyes.

"Annie, long time no see." He murmured softly, his voice carried away by the wind as soon as it left his lips.

But Ann Vaughn still heard it.

Upon hearing him accurately call her name, Ann Vaughn exclaimed in surprise, "You know me?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Sutton Jennings’s eyes; before he could speak, an inspector ran up to the lookout and said to him, "Young Master Jennings, the person sitting at the back of the yacht is the Princess of Crown Prince Gothasen. We’ve received a notification that if..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sutton Jennings interrupted him, "Since when did Gothasen’s influence reach here?"

The inspector was embarrassed and at a loss for words.

"Don’t make me repeat myself a third time, let them pass."

"Yes, yes!" The inspector, with a helpless expression, gestured to the checkpoint officer ahead, "Let them pass!"

As the gates slowly opened, Eve couldn’t help but whistle, then started the yacht’s engine and left the place.

Ann Vaughn instinctively turned back to see the "Young Master Jennings" also looking her way, the smile in his peach blossom eyes growing fainter, as if he was shrouded in shadows, allowing no light in.

For some unknown reason... he seemed somewhat desolate.

"Fortunately, you know someone from the Jennings Family; otherwise, we’d be in trouble today," Eve said, still shaken after passing the checkpoint.

Ann Vaughn snapped back to reality and asked in confusion, "Someone from the Jennings Family?"

"Didn’t the inspector address that man as Young Master Jennings? He should be the young master of one of the five major families outside the region, the Jennings Family," Eve licked her lips alluringly, "I must say, he’s extremely good-looking."

It’s a pity he’s clearly a highborn flower, not only hard to pick, but even Eve didn’t dare to tease him verbally.

Who knows whose family he will belong to in the future.

"What’s his name?" Recalling the expression when he called her name, Ann Vaughn frowned slightly.

She couldn’t shake off the feeling that the way he looked at her wasn’t just as a simple friend.

Eve hummed, "I think his name is... Sutton Jennings?"

Ann Vaughn pondered but couldn’t recall any memories associated with that name, and sighed inwardly.

After leaving the checkpoint, the yacht docked shortly after.

Eve led Ann Vaughn to the car she had called in advance, handing over her passport and ID to her.

"It’s a half-hour drive from here to the airport. By the way, have you decided where to go?"

She remembered My Little King mentioning that his mommy had lost her memory and forgot everything from the past.

If she left here alone, she might not necessarily head to S Country.

Ann Vaughn was startled for a moment, then shook her head, "I’ll think it over on the road, and thank you for helping me so much. If we ever meet again, I’ll repay you for this favor."

"You’re welcome, take care on the road."

"Goodbye."

After parting ways with Eve, Ann Vaughn got into the taxi. It wasn’t until Eve’s figure disappeared completely from the rearview mirror that she looked away and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Standing in Gothasen Royal City, she felt the high walls were difficult to overcome. Beyond the endless sea, she couldn’t see what the future held.

Warren Vance was good to her, Kira was good to her too, and many people in The Royal City treated her well.

But this kindness felt like the surface of a lake just frozen in midwinter, making her feel uneasy.

Thinking of these things, Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze to the essentials Eve prepared for her, her red lips slightly pursed.

Everything will get better.

...

Half an hour later, at the airport.

Ann Vaughn got out of the car with a white suitcase, paid the fare, and headed towards the airport.

"Help! It’s a human trafficker!"

Suddenly, a piercing cry sounded in front of a van, quickly attracting the attention of passersby.

"What’s the matter, kid?" The middle-aged man holding the child moved towards the car with a stern face, "I told you I’d buy you a toy when we get back home, why won’t you listen?"

The woman standing beside the middle-aged man also looked helpless, "The toys at home already fill a car, haven’t you abandoned them after playing for a couple of days each time? If you keep this up, mommy will get mad."

It turns out the child was throwing a tantrum because he didn’t get a toy he liked.

The passersby, hearing it wasn’t a human trafficker, began to disperse gradually.

"You’re not my parents!" The child struggled fiercely in the middle-aged man’s arms, "You don’t even know my name!"

"Tiger, if you keep throwing a tantrum, don’t expect any toys when we get back!" The middle-aged man scolded and moved to get in the car.

"Wait."

At that moment, a slender wrist stopped the middle-aged man, "These days, human traffickers are rampant. To be safe, why don’t you show the child and your IDs, to see if they match?"

The middle-aged man’s face darkened, glaring fiercely at Ann Vaughn, "Don’t meddle in my business!"

"What, are you afraid?" Ann Vaughn squinted her eyes, "Then I’ll call a patrol officer right now."

"We, uh, lost the kid’s ID, we were just about to get it replaced!"

Ann Vaughn continued questioning, "Even without an ID, since you say this is your child, you must know what illness he has, right?"

The middle-aged man and woman exchanged a panicked glance, "Our, our kid isn’t sick."

"Yeah, yeah, why are you cursing our kid, young lady?!"

"Not knowing your own child has a cold and a slight fever, yet you shamelessly call yourself his parents?" Ann Vaughn’s expression turned completely cold, "I’m going to call a patrol officer right away."

With that, Ann Vaughn took out her phone.

The middle-aged man and woman, realizing their scheme had been exposed, hastily shoved the child toward Ann Vaughn and fled in the car.

Ann Vaughn, holding the child, took several steps back before barely stabilizing herself.

Only then did the onlookers realize they’d been deceived, and one immediately spat on the ground, "Damn traffickers, aren’t they afraid of going to hell!"

"It’s a good thing this young lady was smart; otherwise, how heartbroken would this child’s parents be?"

"Call the police, since when did security here decline so much? We’ve never had such incidents before."

Amidst the discussions, Ann Vaughn placed the child on the ground. Seeing those big, watery eyes, she suddenly felt a corner of her heart cave in, softened unbearably.

The little cherub in front of her was soft and fair, with a face like carved jade, dark as onyx eyes, and rosy little lips that were incredibly cute, like a cherubic fairy, a child that ordinary families would find hard to raise.