CHAPTER 898: CHAPTER 898: ADMIRATION FOR THE PRINCESS

"Hmm, it seems there’s always a way out." Ann Vaughn stared at the hem of her dress for a while, her red lips involuntarily curved into a smile.

The dress she was wearing had gemstones and pearls embedded in the hem and cuffs.

Moreover, the condition was excellent, with hardly any wear, so it should be worth a good sum of money.

Seizing the moment before Kenny woke up, Ann Vaughn took a trip to the jewelry store.

However, due to the perfection of the dress and the superb craftsmanship of the jewel settings, the jewelry store did not want to dismantle it, and thus bought the entire outfit from Ann Vaughn.

In the end, the money that Ann Vaughn received was even double what she initially estimated.

Ann Vaughn: ...So this is the legendary thrill of sudden wealth?

What Ann Vaughn didn’t know was that as soon as she left the jewelry store, the store manager picked up the phone and called Warren Vance.

"Your Highness, I have accepted the princess’s palace dress as per your instructions and have given her a sum of money."

"Mm, you’ve done well," Warren Vance said languidly, "Send the palace dress to The Royal City, the rest is none of your concern."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After the call ended, Warren Vance swirled the glass of red wine in his hand, his pale, handsome face showing not a hint of a smile, only an infinite coldness.

When Ann Vaughn left, she took nothing but that palace dress with her.

The jewelry and exquisite treasures, designer clothes, and bags he had given her... all lay untouched in the wardrobe, completely forgotten by her.

Warren Vance had guessed then that she would surely sell the palace dress she was wearing to solve the problem of being penniless.

"Your Highness, why don’t you order that the princess be brought back?" Quinn Bishop asked, puzzled, as he looked at the card transaction notifications on the tablet.

The clinic the princess had visited, the jewelry store she went to, even the department store she was currently in were all properties of His Highness.

Bringing her back to Gothasen before she boarded a flight would be a simple task.

"What you can think of, the Federation Executor can also anticipate." Warren Vance propped his chin with one hand, lazy yet gracefully continuing, "The Executor went to great lengths to help her escape Gothasen, so how could he easily let my people bring her back."

Moreover, even if Ann Vaughn returns abroad, she is still under the Executor’s control.

Rather than letting her be under another man’s control, it is better to let her go.

As long as her memory doesn’t return, there will never be a possibility between her and that man.

Quinn Bishop showed a surprised look, "Are you saying the Federation Executor went to such lengths to help the princess escape? Could it be that the Executor knows the princess?"

No, it’s not just a simple acquaintance that can explain it.

But it couldn’t be... that the Executor has feelings for the princess and that’s why he went to such lengths to help her, right??

Quinn Bishop: I might have gotten too bold, daring to even think about throwing colors above His Highness’s head.

Warren Vance did not answer Quinn Bishop’s doubts and instead asked, "How’s the investigation going that I asked you to do?"

"Your Highness, Cyrus Hawthorne did indeed appear within Gothasen territory, but he did not have any contact with the princess, and when the princess left, he was still in Gothasen," Quinn Bishop replied respectfully.

"Is that so?" Warren Vance slowly narrowed his eyes, "Why do I feel that something is not right?"

"Do you suspect that Cyrus was involved in the princess’s escape?"

Warren Vance took a sip of the crimson liquid in his glass, his tongue grazing his sharp teeth, speaking each word with weight: "Someone who dares to barge into The Royal City, how could he suddenly become so timid?"

"Could it be that after being shot by the princess, he lost his resolve?"

As soon as Quinn Bishop said this, he was met with a cold glare from Warren Vance and quickly added seriously, "I think he might have some backer, whatever he’s doing on the surface is just to confuse us."

Backer?

Warren Vance savored these words, tapped his glass with his fingers, "Investigate the Executor’s itinerary after returning abroad, I need to know if they’ve had any interactions."

"Your Highness, Cyrus Hawthorne indeed holds great power domestically in S Country, but if placed abroad, he’s nothing significant," Quinn Bishop remarked, "But I believe he doesn’t have the capability to enlist the Executor’s help."

He didn’t even understand why the princess would leave His Highness for a man like that.

"Do as I say," Warren Vance asserted without room for discussion.

"...Yes."

...

S Country, Imperial Capital Airport.

It was summer, with bright sunshine, and the plane trees by the street were lush and green, their leaves rustling in the hot breeze.

Curiously, as soon as she set foot on this land, Ann Vaughn felt an unusually familiar sensation, something in her blood seemed to stir.

"Mommy, what’s wrong?" Little Dumpling lay on Ann Vaughn’s lap, asking in a child’s voice.

Ann Vaughn snapped back to reality, gently shaking her head at him, "It’s nothing, let’s go!"

With Little Dumpling’s diligent (misleading) introduction, it didn’t take Ann Vaughn much effort to find a place to live, and they almost figured out the surrounding routes.

After moving into their new home, Ann Vaughn couldn’t wait to take Kenny downstairs to go on a shopping spree in the supermarket.

"Kenny, don’t save money on Mommy’s behalf, whatever you want to buy, Mommy will get it for you." Ann "Little Rich Woman" Vaughn declared as she patted her chest.

"Uh... Kenny chooses hot pot base." Little Dumpling pointed at the hot pot base on the shelf, eyes bright, looking at Ann Vaughn.

"Mommy worked hard today, Kenny will make hot pot to reward Mommy!"

What a good son.

Ann Vaughn couldn’t help clutching her heart, what a perfect 24-filial piety son.

Moved, Ann Vaughn almost filled the shopping cart with all the hot pot bases from the shelf, then took Little Dumpling to pick out ingredients, and finally went to checkout.

The consequence of an uncontrollable shopping spree was that it took four bags to pack everything.

Originally, Little Dumpling wanted to help, but Ann Vaughn, worried that the bags were too heavy and might hurt his little arms, immediately took all four bags herself.

"No worries, Mommy can handle it all by herself."

Unexpectedly, just as Ann Vaughn tried to lift the two shopping bags with her right hand, a sudden weakness hit her wrist, causing the bags to drop from the counter.

"Careful!" The person standing behind Ann Vaughn quickly stepped in to stabilize the bags.

Turning around, Ann Vaughn saw a woman in a red dress with light makeup, and a sense of familiarity welled up from within.

"Thank you."

"No problem at all." Had Kenny not warned her in advance, Susie Sommers might have already rushed to hug Ann Vaughn and cry.

But since Ann Vaughn didn’t remember her, doing so would certainly make her uncomfortable.

Susie exchanged a glance with Little Dumpling, then took the shopping bags from Ann Vaughn’s hands and warmly said to her:

"I remember you moved in today, same floor as me, just on the way, let me help you with them."

Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but smile, "That would be wonderful, thank you."