Chapter 502: Chapter 502: Let Me Show You a Treasure
This reason was quite convincing; it successfully "persuaded" Ann Vaughn, allowing her to skip the negotiation step entirely. She withdrew the money from a nearby bank and bought the wooden box.
The young man, right in front of her, stuffed the pile of money into the unremarkable cloth bag behind him, then sat by the bag opening, looking once again defeated by life.
But Ann Vaughn clearly saw, as the bag opened momentarily, the large stack of red bills inside...
Ann Vaughn: "..." Seriously, almost can’t put food on the table at home.
However, the transaction was completed, and even if the wooden box she got was fake, she had no choice but to accept it.
When Ann Vaughn drove back to number 8, Kenny had already gone to bed obediently as promised, holding the plant identification book tightly and had read it thoroughly as he had promised Ann Vaughn.
This serious little demeanor was so adorable that Ann Vaughn couldn’t resist giving him a peck on his soft cheek. She suppressed her urge to share the excitement and returned to her room.
"You still know your way back?" A deep, resonant voice came from inside the room, startling Ann Vaughn, who trembled all over and looked up suddenly towards the sound.
She saw the room lit only by a few wall lamps, a tall figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, hands casually in his pockets, with deep set eyes staring unblinkingly at her, causing her knees to weaken inexplicably.
He’s angry.
Intuition told her this, as despite no visible anger around him, Ann Vaughn still perceived it sensitively.
Though she didn’t know why he was upset, it didn’t affect her good mood at the moment.
Thinking this, she cheerfully ran over to the man with the wooden box, whispering mysteriously as she approached him, "Quinn, let me show you a treasure!"
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly raised his brow, his expression indifferent, not responding to her words.
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn wasn’t bothered and naturally grabbed his wrist, leading him towards the floor lamp.
Though Cyrus Hawthorne was displeased with her ignoring him for a while, he didn’t spoil her moment and let her lead him, maintaining his indifferent demeanor.
Ann Vaughn placed the wooden box on the white cashmere carpet, carefully opening it as she said to him, "This box may contain the Xuanbing Needle recorded in Grandpa’s ancient books. If I haven’t judged wrong, it’s a rare treasure!"
Ann Vaughn had only seen Xuanbing Needle in ancient books; it’s said to be so precious that only three sets exist in the current world, two of which have already been used, leaving just one that’s always been wandering among folks.
And Xuanbing Needle, unlike regular golden or silver needles, can’t be reused; it’s refined as a one-time consumable from the essence of the earth’s frigid waters.
Its value lies in the astounding effect of curing all diseases and poisons once the Xuanbing Needle merges into the body through acupoints.
The users of the other two Xuanbing Needles have personally demonstrated this to the world, prompting ongoing searches for the last set among folks.
Even Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but get nervous, she opened the Gyronium-made box within the wooden box, then faint blue light gently seeped out.
Eighteen needles emitting a faint blue glow lay in the center of the box, and as fingers brushed over them, one could still feel a chilling sensation.
"It’s actually genuine..." Ann Vaughn distinguished each Xuanbing Needle’s ice essence, identical to the ancient book records, her mind suddenly went blank for a moment.
She originally thought it was fake, but even if there were no Xuanbing Needles in the Gyronium box, buying it for eighty thousand wasn’t a loss.
But she didn’t expect the box actually contained genuine Xuanbing Needles, real and authentic!
If the young man knew she sold a set of Xuanbing Needles for eighty thousand, he’d probably chase her with a knife even in his dreams.
Life is indeed like riding a roller coaster...
Huh?
Suddenly, Ann Vaughn’s cheeks were cupped by slightly cool hands, making her pause slightly and look up at the mysterious expression of Cyrus Hawthorne beside her, confusedly asking, "What’s wrong?"
"Dr. Vaughn has plenty of treasures, huh." He replied with a bland tone.
Ann Vaughn froze momentarily, then felt speechless and choked up. Come on, is he even jealous over a set of Xuanbing Needles?
Moreover, strangely enough, hearing "Dr. Vaughn" coming out of his mouth felt embarrassingly shameful!
"Is Mr. Hawthorne planning to switch careers to open a vinegar factory?"
"If Dr. Vaughn likes, I could consider it."
Seeing Cyrus Hawthorne’s earnest look as if he’s seriously considering the feasibility of this, Ann Vaughn choked for a moment, "... I think it wouldn’t be wise; some vinegar now and then adds spice to life, but too much isn’t healthy!"
"Oh?" Cyrus Hawthorne lazily eyed her, intoning lightly, "If Dr. Vaughn is so concerned about my health, maybe I should reward you."
"What reward?" Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up rapidly, looking at him with great expectation.
If it’s like a rare book on plant identification, she wouldn’t mind having a few more!
Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face broke into a slight smile, then he pressed her shoulders, "Let me show you a treasure."
Ann Vaughn rapidly nodded like a pecking chick, unable to stop rubbing her little hands, "What treasure?"
Then Cyrus Hawthorne turned her body to face behind, allowing her eyes to look straight ahead, but Ann Vaughn only saw herself reflected in the mirror, and almost enclosed in his embrace were Cyrus Hawthorne slightly bowing around her neck.
Besides this, there was nothing else.
"So do you see it?" He brushed his deep, magnetic voice past her ear, bringing with it layer upon layer of intoxicating warmth.
Ann Vaughn felt her face heat up, her back pressed against his chest slightly tightening.
Just when she was about to ask him what she’s supposed to see, that alluring voice slowly sounded again, word by word—
"It’s mine."
His what?
Ann Vaughn confusedly scanned the full-length mirror inch by inch, even the patterns on it were carefully examined by her repeatedly.
But no clues were found, besides her there was nothing...
Wait a minute!
Her?!
Could it be that Cyrus Hawthorne meant she’s the treasure?!
Instantly, Ann Vaughn felt a steamy little train inside her "wooo—" starting to run, just like a surprise attack left her defenseless, with no ability to resist.
So, why on earth did she previously believe this man’s romantic genes had inherited into Kenny!
Speaking such flirty words to her with that alluringly abstinent face, wasn’t this too much?
Perhaps the emotional attack’s aftereffect was too strong, leading Ann Vaughn to fall asleep under her quilt with the flush on her skin not fading.