CHAPTER 928: CHAPTER 928: WEDDING DATE

President Vaughn?

Ann Vaughn looked at Cyrus Hawthorne in amazement, suddenly recalling the "President Vaughn" mentioned in a previous post.

However, the "President Vaughn" from the post was a woman, whose name sounded similar to hers...

Before Ann Vaughn could figure it out, Cyrus Hawthorne calmly asked, "The premise of taking this job is, how do you ensure your own safety?"

Ann Vaughn blinked, "Aren’t you here?"

"Hmm?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes narrowed slightly, almost thinking he had misheard.

"If we take this job, we’re in the same boat. You wouldn’t just leave me to fend for myself, would you?" Ann Vaughn’s eyes gleamed with mischief, she said happily.

Even though this wasn’t the answer Cyrus Hawthorne wanted.

But hearing such words from Ann Vaughn, who had been distant and kept her distance ever since her amnesia, was an unexpected delight.

This means... she’s finally starting to open her heart to him.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s stern face gradually softened, and a faint, barely noticeable pleasure flickered in his dark eyes.

"Deal."

...

Before being discharged, Ann Vaughn made sure to inform Susie Sommers.

Susie was drinking her herbal porridge, and upon hearing Ann Vaughn say she was now staying at Cyrus Hawthorne’s house, she almost spat out her porridge.

"If you don’t have a place to stay, you can come to me. You can stay at my place as long as you want. Why move to someone else’s house?"

If not for maintaining her persona, Susie would have liked to ask Ann Vaughn what kind of potion Cyrus Hawthorne had fed her!

It’s been so short a time, and she’s already been lured back!

Susie didn’t know whether to admire Cyrus Hawthorne’s skills or feel bitter about how easily Ann Vaughn was swayed.

"That day, I couldn’t reach you by phone, and James Vaughn happened to find me by the roadside, so he took me in for the night. Don’t get it wrong." Seeing Susie’s perplexed expression, Ann Vaughn said awkwardly.

Susie took a sip of porridge, worriedly saying, "Then why not take this opportunity to move in with me, we could keep each other company."

She couldn’t just let Ann Vaughn stay in that wolf den any longer!

Ann Vaughn had planned to move out from Number 8 today, but just as she was about to speak to Cyrus Hawthorne, he countered with, "It’s too far, inconvenient for protection."

Until she was entirely clear about what those trailing her wanted, Ann Vaughn didn’t want to trouble Susie.

As for James Vaughn...

There was still a sixty million friendship, right?

Even if it was causing trouble for him, it was justifiable!

"Some things have come up, and I can’t leave yet. Maybe in a little while." Ann Vaughn said evasively.

Susie’s expression turned into a knowing one after hearing this.

She knew it would end like this.

Whether before or after the amnesia, little lamb Ann Vaughn was never going to escape Cyrus Hawthorne’s grasp.

Girls grow up and can’t be kept at home!

"Sigh." Susie sighed, patting her stomach ruefully, "It’s alright, I don’t blame you. Just come visit us lonely souls when you have time, and I’ll be content."

Ann Vaughn: ?

Which drama academy did you graduate from??

Soon, Little Dumpling and Mark Joyce came to pick Ann Vaughn up from the hospital. Cyrus Hawthorne had an impromptu international meeting to host, so he didn’t come.

Before getting into the car, two men in black suits stopped Ann Vaughn.

"Miss Vaughn, our madam would like to meet you."

"Who is your madam?" Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows slightly.

"You’ll know when you come."

"Oh, well, then I guess I don’t need to know." With that, Ann Vaughn decisively got into the car.

Little Dumpling: Pfft.

Mark Joyce: Pfft.

The two bodyguards’ faces darkened, but since this was the Hawthorne Family’s car, they didn’t dare to stop them and could only watch as the vehicle sped away.

Inside the car.

"Mommy, those were Lockwood Family people just now." Little Dumpling, holding a pocket mirror, said to Ann Vaughn sweetly, "The same family that’s been opposing Vaughn Clinic lately."

Previously competing with Vaughn Clinic was one thing, after all, it’s a matter of skill.

But the schemes the Lockwood Family pulled secretly have been countless; you never know when they’ll come up with a nasty trick, which is indeed disgusting.

"Mommy heard Sherry mention it." Ann Vaughn pondered for a few seconds, "The madam they spoke of should be referring to the Lockwood Family head, Lucy Lock, right? Why does she want to see me?"

Could it be that the Lockwood Family discovered she was helping Vaughn Clinic make potions?

Little Dumpling knew the reason but couldn’t tell Ann Vaughn.

Uncle Silas Lowell had said that unless she remembers the past on her own, their intervention wouldn’t result in anything good.

"Don’t worry, Mommy, just ignore them."

Ann Vaughn nodded in agreement, "Right, just pretend they don’t exist."

...

After Ann Vaughn left, Susie Sommers wrote a resignation letter on the computer and sent it to the television station’s leader.

About half an hour later, Susie got a call from the leader.

"Susie, I’ve read your resignation letter, but I still suggest you think it over. You’ve been with our station since you graduated from college. You’re about to be promoted soon, resigning now means throwing all your past efforts away."

Susie’s superior, an elite woman in her forties, had always been particularly kind to her and didn’t get mad even though Susie suddenly proposed quitting and leaving ongoing projects unfinished.

"Ms. Tate, I have unavoidable reasons, I must resign..."

"I know you well, you value your career above all else. What’s making you give it all up... are you getting married or are you pregnant?"

Susie choked, unable to speak for a while.

To prevent complications, Susie wasn’t planning to tell anyone about the pregnancy anymore.

Back when Ann Vaughn rescued her, Susie had considered not keeping the child.

"I’m sorry, Ms. Tate."

"Tell you what, I’ll make an exception and give you a long leave of absence, up to six months. After you’ve rested, you can come back. How about that?" Sophia Tate continued to persuade.

Susie’s previously firm heart suddenly wavered.

"Ms. Tate, let me think about it again."

Sophia’s voice turned cheerful, "Alright, I’ll wait for your good news then."

After hanging up, Susie looked at the phone screen, lost in thought.

Is she really going to give up her career for this child?

"Ding dong."

A message suddenly popped into Susie’s view.

——Letitia Chambers: We’ve set the wedding date for the 20th of next month. You’re welcome to attend our wedding.

Seeing this message, Susie’s lips twitched, her face gradually turning cold.

In her bones flowed the cold-blooded nature inherited from that woman.

If Julian Master Moore truly married Letitia Chambers, she would never keep this child.

She did indeed like Julian Master Moore, but she would never allow herself to turn her child into a bastard for the sake of so-called affection...

Susie tightly clenched her palms, drops of crystal-clear liquid falling onto them, creating minute splashes.