CHAPTER 927: CHAPTER 927: ONE HUNDRED MILLION BOUNTY

"Honey, I never said who it was, so why are you confessing so readily?" Susie Sommers quickly pinched her thigh to finally curb her urge to burst out laughing.

Ann Vaughn had amnesia, so how did she remember that Cyrus Hawthorne had an eight-pack?

Susie expressed that a friend of hers was very interested in hearing the details.

Ann Vaughn: "..."

"Take good care of yourself; I’ll visit you next time!" With that, Ann got up from the chair and was about to leave.

But then she saw Cyrus Hawthorne standing by the door, one hand in his pocket, the other seemingly about to knock.

Ann Vaughn: ?

Ann Vaughn: !!!

——Is heaven so eager for her to die that it can’t even wait a little?!

Ann Vaughn backed up several steps, her heart, which had just calmed down, lost control again and felt like it was about to leap out of her throat.

Seeing this, Susie, who was lying on the hospital bed, felt like laughing again, but for her best friend’s sake, she managed to hold it back.

"Mr. Vaughn, you’re here to see Annie, right?"

Cyrus Hawthorne walked into the room, and upon hearing this, he nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the blushing Ann. In a low, gentle voice, he said, "It’s time for you to change your dressing."

Ann Vaughn immediately turned around, looking at Susie with a face full of pleading for help.

She wondered how long James Vaughn had been there and how much he’d heard—if he had heard it all, she would be too embarrassed to live!

However, instead of helping her, Susie pushed her towards Cyrus, "Go change your dressing, or do you not want your right hand anymore?"

Ann Vaughn: "..." She just called her honey, and now she’s turning her back on her.

Ha, what a player!

After leaving Susie’s hospital room, Ann Vaughn slowly trailed behind Cyrus Hawthorne, heading towards her own room.

Before they arrived, Cyrus suddenly stopped in his tracks, and Ann stopped as well.

Cyrus turned to look at Ann, who was standing a meter away, slightly narrow eyes carrying a hint of amusement, "Annie, am I that scary to you?"

"Hmm?" Ann quickly shook her head, "Not scary at all."

"Then why are you standing so far away? Afraid I might eat you?"

Hearing this, a touch of guilt appeared on Ann’s small face.

You might not believe it, but you should be worried that I might eat you...

Before Ann could shake off her guilty conscience, she heard Cyrus’s deep voice again, "You mentioned before that your friend didn’t want her pregnancy known. I’ve already had the hospital block the news."

Ann looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, filled with a faint, amused glint, making the back of her head tingle.

He seemed as if he hadn’t heard their conversation, or else he wouldn’t have asked anything...

Ann inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief and simultaneously scolded herself harshly in her heart.

James Vaughn was so good to her, and here she was, philandering over his body... She deserved death!!

"Thank you, I owe you one for your help this time." Ann said awkwardly, "I’m in your debt again."

The previous debts had yet to be cleared, and now she owed another.

When could she finally pay it all back...

In the hospital room.

With pain-relieving, anti-swelling ointment on her right hand, Ann didn’t dare move recklessly. Even going to the restroom, she gingerly supported her hand with her left, finding it quite arduous.

Not long after she entered the restroom, Mark Joyce knocked and entered the room, heading straight to where Cyrus Hawthorne was reclining on the sofa.

"Mr. Vaughn, I have important news to report to you."

Cyrus glanced down at his phone, responding absentmindedly, "Mm."

"Someone is offering a bounty of one hundred million to track Miss Vaughn’s whereabouts on the forum. Fortunately, it was discovered in time, and the order was halted before any hunters accepted it." As he spoke, Mark placed the documents in his hand on the table, "I’ve printed all the information for your review."

Upon hearing this, Cyrus casually put down his phone, picked up the documents, and perused them.

The bounty was actually targeting Aquarelle Vaughn, not Ann Vaughn.

There were two possibilities: one, the other party was desperately seeking a cure, willing to resort to bounties to find Aquarelle Vaughn’s whereabouts.

The second would naturally be for revenge.

"Have you checked this person’s background?" Cyrus asked coolly, paper between his fingers.

"The information shows the employer is a doctor, but upon investigation, we found he is from abroad, the young master of one of the Five Great Families, Josiah Keaton of the Keaton Family." Mark explained respectfully.

Keaton Family?

Cyrus rested his chin on one hand, long fingers tapping lightly on the paper before speaking, "Reject it."

Just as he finished speaking, the restroom door opened.

"Why reject it?" Ann asked slowly, supporting her right hand as she walked out, looking at Cyrus, "Someone’s willing to offer a hundred million bounty for my whereabouts. Who else should we milk if not this sucker?"

Indeed, she had never encountered such a situation before.

Ann had no idea she was worth so much.

Cyrus’s lips twitched in amusement, "Aren’t you afraid?"

"More than afraid, it’s a little baffling." Ann moved to sit by the bed, leaning on a pillow, tutting, "It’s a bit novel. I thought this kind of thing only happened in stories and comics."

Ever since knowing Warren Vance was a vampire, Ann’s skepticism about the world was off the charts.

If vampires truly existed, what else wasn’t possible?

Maybe before her memory loss, she really was an impressive Divine Doctor??

Thinking this, Ann leaned forward slightly, eager eyes looking at Cyrus, "Why don’t we collaborate, you reveal my whereabouts to the person, and after getting the hundred million, we split it fifty-fifty?"

Beside them, Mark almost choked.

Miss Vaughn really was... incredibly bold.

The Keaton Family held powerful status abroad, if Josiah Keaton found her exact location, could she really escape?

Of course, with President Hawthorne around, not even those from abroad could touch Miss Vaughn.

Ann had no knowledge of this, simply, shamelessly swayed by the allure of a hundred million.

Seeing her greedy grin, Cyrus almost laughed angrily.

No matter her amnesia, her inherent greed hadn’t changed one bit, staying true to the core.

"You don’t like the idea of splitting it evenly?" Seeing Cyrus not answering, Ann leaned back, signaling with a pained six gesture, "Then, you six, me four, how about it? Can’t go any lower!"

As she finished speaking, Mark caught the silent directive from his boss’s eyes and immediately understood.

"Miss Vaughn, although the bounty says it’s just for your whereabouts, the employer might be concealing the true reason. Anyone willing to spend a hundred million isn’t doing it to bestow gratitude... it’s likely revenge."

Ann nodded, then looked at Mark, "And you are...?"

"I’m President Vaughn’s assistant, my name is Mark Joyce. Hello, Miss Vaughn."