Chapter 744: Chapter 744: Who Said I Want to Win Her Back?
For a moment, the hand holding the brooch suddenly paused.
What she’s holding is not just a brooch, it’s billions at least...
Ann Vaughn was puzzled when suddenly Susie Sommers hugged her, "...What are you doing?"
"Let me rub off some of that lucky koi charm, so I can bag my uncle tomorrow!"
"..."
Ann Vaughn mercilessly pushed her away and picked up her phone to call The Jade Pavilion.
The valuable part of the brooch wasn’t just the black pearl, the blue diamonds embedded around it were even more precious, yet only served as a backdrop...
Is The Jade Pavilion really filled with rich fools?
Receiving a confirmed and definite answer from The Jade Pavilion’s manager, Ann Vaughn finally believed The Jade Pavilion really was full of rich fools.
"Hmm?" A little head peeked quietly from the room on the right, glanced at the bubbling with happiness Ann Vaughn in the living room, then retreated back inside.
——Mom just got home, and for some reason, seems in a really good mood, perhaps she found some money.
——Mm.
——You’ll never win Mom back like this!
——?
——If you miss Mom, go see her yourself, don’t just show concern without letting her know. Even if your underground intelligence is top-notch, it’s useless!
——Who said I want her back?
This time it was Little Dumpling’s turn to be filled with question marks. So every day The Archfiend makes him report where Mom went and what she did, whether she ate and slept on time, and her mood... Was it just to entertain himself??
Little Dumpling’s big eyes twirled, then he typed: Oh, I misunderstood then. I was going to help you seize the few opportunities left since you’re my biological dad, but seems like I don’t need to bother.
There was silence on the other end for a long time until a message popped up when Little Dumpling thought there won’t be a reply.
——Who’s pursuing her?
"Hmph." Little Dumpling snorted lightly and didn’t reply further.
Kenny didn’t say it just to annoy Cyrus Hawthorne; in fact, there were indeed quite a few men wanting to pursue Ann Vaughn. Unfortunately, they couldn’t overcome the mountain that is Cyrus Hawthorne, so they gave up.
Now that Ann Vaughn was single again, with the obstructing mountain gone, those who hadn’t given up started to stir up again.
But pursue all you want, Ann Vaughn refuses people with a heart of stone.
Those rejected once or twice gave up, but the one who was refused six times and still remained persistent was the only one.
The next day, at Vaughn Clinic.
Seeing the bouquets piled up on the sofa in the lounge area, Ann Vaughn’s head started to ache, and she looked at Sherry, "Didn’t I say not to receive them?"
Sherry ridiculed, "This bouquet was sent by Sean. He’s still abroad, but the sentiment is here, whether or not you accept it is up to you."
Sutton Jennings sent it?
Only then did Ann Vaughn realize these bouquets weren’t the Louis XIV roses sent in previous days, they were daisies.
Attached was a delicate box and a card.
[Thanks to your medicine, I am fortunate to have reclaimed a life.]
He didn’t mention what day it was, but those two short sentences made Ann Vaughn dismiss the idea of returning the bouquet and gift.
"Should I send them back?" Sherry deliberately asked.
Ann Vaughn looked dismayed, "Since he said it’s a life-saving gratitude gift, if I refuse to accept, won’t it seem heartless?"
At this moment, the daily routine delivery boy arrived as usual at the clinic to deliver flowers.
"Is Miss Annie Vaughn here? There is a bouquet here for you, may I trouble you to sign for it?"
This time without Ann Vaughn having to say a word, Sherry rejected the bouquet under the pretext of her pollen allergy once again.
"I really don’t know whether these men are truly devoted or if it’s their pride acting up, the harder to get, the more they want. Even after being turned down so many times, they keep sending." Sherry ridiculed, "Are you unable to afford flowers or flower shops?"
"Exactly, flowers may be beautiful but will wilt in a few days, not practical at all." The pharmacist nearby agreed with Sherry.
Sherry chuckled, "You think that’s how you pursue someone? They probably don’t even know what Ann likes, thinking a few flowers and gifts would win her over? Dream on!"
The pharmacist curiously asked, "Then what does the boss like?"
Ann Vaughn, looking through the month’s accounts, finally couldn’t listen any longer, and said expressionlessly, "I don’t have anything I like."
"Is Miss Annie Vaughn here?" Another voice came from the door, and before anyone inside could answer, box after box started to be moved inside.
Just about to refuse the delivery, Ann Vaughn caught a familiar scent, and couldn’t help but step forward to check it out.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the boxes should indeed be filled with herbs.
"Could you sign here?" The staff politely handed over a pen.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes were glued to the boxes, almost unable to pull away, "Who sent this?"
"The sender asked us to keep his personal information confidential."
"Ah..."
"And to make sure not to tell you it was ’Lord Kenny’ who sent them."
Ann Vaughn: ...Pfft.
Apart from her sweet darling, no one else would say such a thing.
After signing her name, Ann Vaughn couldn’t wait to unpack the boxes.
Sherry and the pharmacist watched as Ann Vaughn cherished the herbs dearly, exchanging a glance with each other.
Indeed, the essence of humans is the undeniable appeal.
Those men sending flowers would probably never guess that Ann Vaughn doesn’t like flowers but is rather interested in grasses...
...
Once Kenny recovered well enough, Ann Vaughn put forth the process of re-enrolling him into school.
Kenny’s former homeroom teacher led both Ann and Kenny to the principal’s office, reminding her along the way, "The new principal doesn’t have the best temper, please bear with her..."
Recalling the scene where Ann Vaughn crushed a flower pot with her bare hands, the teacher shivered, afraid the fiery mom would have another episode in the principal’s office.
Ann Vaughn nodded cheerfully, "Don’t worry, I have a very good temper."
The teacher: "..." Saying that without feeling guilty at all.
In the principal’s office, the teacher explained Kenny’s circumstances of taking a medical leave, and then asked the principal to sign the necessary documents.
The stern-looking female principal adjusted her glasses, raised her head from the stack of documents, studied the well-behaved Kenny standing beside Ann, then said.
"Ms. Vaughn, you should know that this is an elite kindergarten; the curriculum is different from ordinary kindergartens. Your son’s leave lasted several months, returning to his former class might be difficult."
Ann Vaughn nodded, "You can rest assured, Jasper studies on his own at home, he won’t fall behind much."
Saying he wouldn’t fall behind is modesty; estimating that even high school level problems wouldn’t stymie him.