Chapter 261: Chapter 261: Annie, Wait for Me
The older brother no longer paid attention to the younger brother’s pitiful, chubby face as he wielded a knife. He pulled out the papers that Ann Vaughn had written, checked the quantity, and estimated that it should be enough.
This amount of paper should be comprehensive enough that they can account for everything.
"Alright, now it’s time to get down to business."
...
Outside the Imperial Capital Airport.
Nearly a dozen luxury cars were parked by the roadside, like knights awaiting the return of their king, drawing the gaze of every passerby.
"Wow, if I could own just one of those, it would be worth dying for!"
"Which tycoon is making such a grand display? Aren’t they afraid of being soured by the taste of lemons!"
"The supercar at the head is supposed to be the only one of its kind in the world! What kind of extravagant, inhuman show of wealth is this? I hate it!"
At this moment, a tall, straight figure slowly walked out from the glass doors, exuding a cold, menacing aura that prevented anyone from approaching.
"...Our people have found Miss Vaughn’s location and are heading toward Staghorn Peak, converging to follow her." Mark Joyce followed closely behind the man, looking as if he was facing a great enemy. "President Hawthorne, this time it was a mistake on my part, I forgot to report the matter of Miss Vaughn to you..."
Cyrus Hawthorne walked up to the iconic black Maybach Exelero at the front, glancing coldly at Mark Joyce as he opened the car door, his voice as chilly as a drop of water falling into a deep pool.
"Your biggest mistake was being presumptuous."
With that, he got into the car, started the engine, and drove away from the airport.
Mark Joyce stood there with a heavy sigh, scratching his head in frustration, inadvertently pulling out a few strands of hair, his face turning bitter.
Next time, even if he puts aside a ten billion order, he will make sure not to miss any news about Miss Vaughn, even if it’s just about her eating or drinking water!
It’s driving him crazy!
At the same time.
Halfway up Staghorn Peak, the dense woods were secluded and rarely visited.
Amidst the violent shaking and unrest, Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows slightly, then opened her eyes, finding herself slumped over the steering wheel.
She turned to look behind the car, only to find she was the only one inside; the kidnappers had already disappeared without a trace.
Ann Vaughn was delighted at first and thought about pulling the car over, but—
The brakes had failed!!
Those damned kidnappers!
She wasted so much time transcribing the "Compendium of Materia Medica" for nothing!
Ann Vaughn cursed those bastards to death in her heart, frantically looking around for something to stop the car urgently!
But even the steering wheel had been tampered with, leaving no way to control it!
Just as Ann Vaughn took a deep breath to try to calm down and carefully think about what to do, the scene far ahead caught her eye.
About fifty meters away, she could see the full view of Staghorn Peak across from her.
And there—it was a cliff!!
In less than three minutes, the car would plunge out!
Ann Vaughn’s pupils contracted violently, her fingers gripping the steering wheel kept sweating, trembling, and she forced herself to suppress that fear to prevent her body from paralyzing from nervousness.
But the more she did so, the more her heart felt as if it was being compressed with a suffocating pain.
Like a knife hanging over your head, counting down to its fall.
She dared not take her eyes off for even a second, only watching helplessly as the car edged closer to the cliff, with death constantly pressing in!
In these less than three minutes, many images flashed rapidly through Ann Vaughn’s stagnant mind.
Kenny as a newborn, fragile and soft like a little kitten, following behind her with bouncing feet.
Then there were times he’d hug her leg when he wanted something, blinking his eyes cutely.
Even when he suddenly fainted and was rushed to the hospital, she felt terrible but comforted her not to be sad.
Finally, somehow, the image of the little boy turned into that of an adult.
She seemed to see a young Cyrus Hawthorne looking at her with a gentle and cherished expression, as if she was incredibly important and precious.
And then seeing how he, who once detested her extremely, instinctively protected her in his arms.
And also... back in the small wooden cabin, when he looked at her seriously and attentively, saying they would die together.
The cliff was looming ahead, three meters, two meters, one meter...
No!
Kenny is still waiting for her to come home; she cannot die!
Brilliance suddenly burst from Ann Vaughn’s dim eyes, revealing a strong will to survive. She gritted her teeth tightly, staring firmly ahead—
At the same time.
An Aston Martin came speeding from the road, happening to witness the scene of the car falling off the cliff!
"Mommy!" Kenny’s little face changed color instantly. He jumped out of the car and ran toward the cliff with his short legs.
Sutton Jennings, sitting in the driver’s seat, also shrank his peach blossom eyes after witnessing the horrifying scene, feeling his heart drop to the bottom.
Once he regained his senses, he immediately got out of the car, caught up with Kenny, and hurriedly grabbed his small arm.
"Mommy is still in the car!" Large teardrops kept rolling down Kenny’s pale little face, the starlike eyes completely devoid of light, filled only with endless desolation and fear.
Anyone who saw it would feel a heart-wrenching pain.
Sutton Jennings held onto Kenny’s restless little body tightly, afraid he’d do something reckless while softly reassuring him, "Your mommy will be fine, trust Uncle Jennings. When you wake up, Uncle Jennings will bring your mommy back safe and sound, okay?"
After saying so, Sutton Jennings knocked him out while controlling his strength to stop Kenny from struggling.
Kenny’s eyes were fixed on the direction of the cliff, as if merely staring would make Ann Vaughn suddenly appear.
Within half a minute, he had fallen asleep.
Sutton Jennings watched him fall asleep, his heavy heart not only unmet but rather intensified, his usually calm demeanor turning murderous.
Ann, wait for me!
...
In the lush, dense forest, the air was humid, and the cold wind was biting, occasionally accompanied by the roars of unknown animals.
After just a few steps, Ann Vaughn was so exhausted she leaned against a tree to rest, her entire body covered in blood stains scraped by rocks, looking extremely disheveled.
Her skin was already tender, and during the jump from the car, while protecting her head, she rolled several times on the rocky road, feeling the friction sting and burn, the pain nearly making her lose consciousness.
If it weren’t for the cushion protecting her head, she might not be alive now.
"Pain..." The pain spreading from her bones made Ann Vaughn draw in a sharp breath, constantly pressing and rubbing the acupuncture points on her legs with her fingertips.
After feeling somewhat better, she barely stood up, supporting her sore and weak body, stumbling deeper into the forest.
If those people found out she was still alive, it would be trouble...
With this thought in mind, even though her limbs felt like they had been dismantled and harshly shattered, Ann Vaughn dared not stop.