CHAPTER 934: CHAPTER 934: YOU HAVE NO HEART

To be honest, Josiah Keaton’s appearance is indeed exceptional, seeming like the type of a gentle young master.

But his slightly upturned and affectionate phoenix eyes, along with his thin lips, give him a somewhat wicked look, making him more of a refined scoundrel.

If it were a young and naive girl, she would indeed be easily attracted to the complex aura he exudes.

Ann Vaughn, although she didn’t remember if she had ever flirted with this man before.

But one thing was for sure, he was not the type she would choose to date.

Josiah "No-Status" Keaton suddenly humbled himself: "You once said my eyes are beautiful, and also said that among the men you’ve seen, I’m the most charming one."

"Did I ever say that I like you?"

"You said the way I held a scalpel was the sexiest, like an angel sent by God to save the suffering masses."

"Did I ever say that I like you?" Annie patiently repeated.

"..." Josiah Keaton paused, his tongue pressing against his cheek, damn, this woman really hadn’t said it!

Yet back then, she had made him feel like he was walking on clouds, only for her to tell him she never had feelings for him?!

If that’s not being a jerk, then what is?!

"Also, to be honest, I injured my head a while ago and I can’t remember many things from before." Ann Vaughn added, "Maybe you should wait until I regain my memory to come and talk things out?"

To her surprise, Josiah Keaton looked at her coolly, "I think you aren’t amnesiac at all, you just have no heart!"

Ann Vaughn: "..." Her head ached.

Her temples throbbed, and Ann sighed, turning to Cyrus Hawthorne: "Let him go. He probably doesn’t mean any harm."

If he had malicious intent, he would have dealt with her long ago when he thought Sept was her.

Instead of standing there blabbering on about such wild things...

"Hm." Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression was calm, as if the cold air surrounding him earlier was just an illusion. He raised his hand, signaling Sept to let the person go.

Somehow, Ann felt a bit uneasy inside.

Originally, she thought tonight would be a big revenge drama, and she even hid a blade in her sleeve, just in case.

Little did she expect that revenge was indeed taking place, but it was for emotional grievances.

If she had encountered such a situation with someone else, Ann wouldn’t have felt much.

But it was with James Vaughn...

Yet Ann overlooked one question, why could it be anyone else, but not James Vaughn?

"We should leave now." Ann couldn’t help but touch her wrist, her voice involuntarily lowering.

"Hm." Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes glanced over Josiah Keaton, his deep brows slightly cold, yet his voice was so calm that no emotion could be discerned from it.

Josiah Keaton, who was flexing his wrists, heard them speak and immediately squinted at Cyrus Hawthorne.

Just now, he had been wondering where he had seen this man before.

He couldn’t remember the specific place, but with Josiah Keaton’s judgment of people, this man was either noble or esteemed, clearly not someone to take lightly.

The aura emanating from him wasn’t even inferior to that of his brother who was the head of the Keaton Family.

Josiah Keaton was inexplicably somewhat irritated, looking at Cyrus Hawthorne he asked Ann Vaughn: "Did you ditch me because you took a fancy to him?"

Huff—

Ann Vaughn nearly spat out old blood.

What do you mean by ditch him and run??

Ann deeply felt that he soiled her reputation, yet she couldn’t find a point to refute him because she couldn’t remember that part of her memory at all.

Compared to Ann, Cyrus Hawthorne was much calmer, his expression not changing in the slightest.

"Kenny should be waking soon, we should head back."

In just a few simple words, two pieces of information were unintentionally revealed.

One, they lived together, and two, they had a child.

Now that’s what you call an invisible knockout.

Josiah Keaton nearly shattered on the spot!

...

In the backseat of a black Maybach.

An eerie silence filled the entire cabin.

After a while, Ann Vaughn finally processed what Josiah Keaton said, turning it over in her mind, only to feel her brain was about to explode.

The impact of everything that happened just now was so great that she even forgot to ask Josiah Keaton a few questions.

She could only wait for another opportunity in the future.

"James Vaughn, thank you for coming with me tonight." Ann Vaughn turned her head to Cyrus Hawthorne beside her.

Awkward as it was, thanks were still in order.

But at the moment she looked into Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes, Ann thought she saw a hint of gloom, but upon closer inspection, it seemed like nothing was there, as tranquil as an ancient pool.

"Hm." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was light, his dark eyes narrowing into slits, asking in a leisurely manner: "Are you suffering from amnesia?"

Ann Vaughn froze for a moment, then remembered she had accidentally let that slip while explaining to Josiah Keaton.

Thinking it over, there wasn’t anything she couldn’t say, so she replied: "I injured my head not long ago, so I’ve forgotten a lot of things."

Head injury?

Is that how Warren Vance tricked her?

Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes softly closed, a mocking smile briefly playing on his lips.

"Can you remember anything related to Josiah Keaton?"

Ann Vaughn shook her head, "I can’t remember anything. And I don’t know if you noticed, but he called me Aquarelle instead of Ann. Maybe I can start from there and see if I can retrieve some of my old memories."

It’s quite incredible, really. The famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor Aquarelle she had been trying to contact was actually herself.

But this gives Ann enormous hope.

As the saying goes, if no one saves me, I’ll save myself; perhaps one day she’ll find a way to restore the normalcy of her right hand.

Noticing that she showed no discomfort when mentioning "Aquarelle," Cyrus Hawthorne realized Breeze’s treatment on her was gradually taking effect.

"If there’s anything you need my help with, just say the word." Cyrus Hawthorne said softly.

"You’ve already helped me a lot, I can’t possibly keep troubling you."

Saying this, Ann paused. Now that the bounty issue was resolved, perhaps she should consider moving out from Number 8...

But before she could say it, Cyrus Hawthorne remarked: "No need to feel shy, after all, I took sixty million from you, if I do nothing, I’d feel guilty."

Oh wow!

Ann nearly forgot about that hundred million thing.

The bit of reluctance she had just felt was washed away by the mention of money.

Even if it was meant as rent, that sixty million was enough to last her several lifetimes.

Besides, Kenny’s injury hasn’t healed yet, asking Ann to leave now would unsettle her.

After thinking it over sneakily, Ann immediately dismissed the idea of moving out.

She paid her dues (voice break—)!

Almost all Ann’s thoughts were written on her face, even if she didn’t say them, Cyrus could tell she wouldn’t be mentioning moving out anytime soon.

As for the future...

That would depend on whether she’d have the chance.