Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Sheridan Family Forbidden Ground
The gift prepared by Kenny was also packed into her suitcase, and she finally felt relieved as she carried her things downstairs.
At this time, Uncle Dexter and the servants were busy in the back, so Ann Vaughn tiptoed out of Villa No. 8 without being noticed.
Kenny had already been picked up in the morning by Susie Sommers, who was in cahoots with Ann Vaughn. Because she was Kenny’s godmother, Uncle Dexter did not stop her.
As evening approached, Ann Vaughn finally arrived safely in Marinia.
"Miss Vaughn, the eldest young master sent us to pick you up, please come with us." The Sheridan Family’s bodyguards, who had been waiting at the airport, came forward to take Ann Vaughn’s luggage and invited her to move forward.
"Thank you." A flash of doubt crossed Ann Vaughn’s eyes but she got into the Sheridan Family’s car without hesitation.
After arriving at Sherwood Manor, the bodyguard personally led Ann Vaughn to the room prepared for her. "Please rest well, and someone will come to inform you when it’s time for meals which floor to go to for dining."
With that, they left her luggage, closed the door, and left.
After putting down her suitcase, Ann Vaughn glanced around the room.
The room was spacious, immediately catching the eye with a full-length wall of spacious floor-to-ceiling windows. Standing inside allowed her to take in the view of the garden below, with a wide-open vista.
The interior decoration was vintage and elegant, with a striking sense of sophistication.
Retracting her gaze, Ann Vaughn took out her phone and called Eli Sheridan, only to find that the line was busy.
She had no choice but to put down her phone, grab some clothes, and head to the bathroom for a bath.
As she came out, she happened to hear a knock at the door, "Miss Vaughn, please proceed to the fourth-floor restaurant for dining."
"One moment." Ann Vaughn casually tossed her cascade of long hair over her shoulder and stepped out of the room.
After taking the indoor elevator up to the fourth floor, Ann Vaughn noted that Eli Sheridan still hadn’t replied, causing her eyes to fill with even more doubt.
"What are you doing here!?"
As soon as the elevator door opened, Ann Vaughn was met with an accusatory voice filled with disdain and displeasure.
Her gaze lifted as Wilder Sheridan’s wild and untamed face came into view, causing her to hesitate slightly.
"Young Master Wilder, this is an important guest of the eldest young master," the servant explained.
The derision in Wilder Sheridan’s eyes grew deeper as he looked at Ann Vaughn, "You really have some nerve."
The fiery remark made it clear to anyone that Wilder Sheridan wasn’t fond of Ann Vaughn, and she was no exception.
But considering Wilder Sheridan’s face, if things got physical, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Who could tolerate beating up a version of themselves that’s of a different caliber?
She turned her gaze indifferently and said to the servant, "Please lead the way."
Directly ignoring the fiery-tempered little tyrannosaurus in the process.
The servant dared not meet Wilder Sheridan’s nearly devouring gaze, replying in a small voice, "Okay, got it."
Seeing Ann Vaughn nonchalantly walk past, Wilder Sheridan frowned and muttered irritably, "Shameless."
His brother was clearly overseas and couldn’t make it back in time for the birthday party, if this woman was really close to his brother, wouldn’t she know this trivial detail?
He’s curious to see what intentions she’s trying to achieve by infiltrating the Sheridan Family!
Such thoughts aside, a fleeting notion in Wilder Sheridan’s mind whispered that this shouldn’t be, that it was wrong.
However, why he thought this way, even Wilder Sheridan couldn’t explain.
Frustrated, he tugged at his collar as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor.
If he can’t make sense of it, he might as well ask his sister!
...
After dining, the servant who had led her was called away to assist in the understaffed rear quarters, leaving Ann Vaughn to find her way back to the fourth floor alone, amidst a series of nearly identical room doors.
Fortunately, she remembered her room faced east, so she should be able to find it by following that directional hint.
Click.
Hearing the door open, Ann Vaughn was elated. She pushed it open and turned on the lights, only to realize this wasn’t her room.
What caught her eye was a massive dark red glass wall filled with crystal dolls of various poses.
On one side unfurled pink curtains trimmed with lace, a princess-style children’s bed, and a few nearly human-height plush bear toys beside it, with lace-edged bow ties.
Everything visible in this room was adorned with lace.
Ann Vaughn, her eyes dazzled by the lace, was about to leave when her gaze fell upon the picture hanging on the wall opposite the princess bed.
At the first sight of the photograph, Ann Vaughn’s pupils contracted, and the hand resting on the doorknob suddenly loosened.
The woman in the photograph was cradling a baby, her head slightly lowered to kiss the baby’s forehead, her partially closed eyes exuded a gentle warmth that was mesmerizing.
Uncontrollably, Ann Vaughn walked a few steps closer, observing the woman’s features more intently, and the pounding in her heart intensified with every step.
It was a tremor as if stemming from deep within her bloodline, and just looking at it evoked an uncontrollable urge ready to burst forth—
"Who gave you permission to come in here!?"
A stern shout suddenly jolted Ann Vaughn from her thoughts. She turned to see Jane Sheridan storm in from the doorway, fiery-eyed, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her out!
"Ann Vaughn, can’t you show some decency? This is my home, not yours; you have no right to freely enter rooms here!"
Still immersed in the shock of what she’d just seen, Ann Vaughn was startled by the pain as Jane Sheridan yanked her out by the wrist.
She promptly broke free from Jane Sheridan’s grip, her face showing a cool displeasure at her furious demeanor, "You seem awfully scared I’ll see something?"
Not just scared, more like apprehensive.
Jane Sheridan’s face stiffened, "Huh, you trespassed into an off-limits area of my home where no outsiders are allowed, why wouldn’t I be angry?"
Trespassed, really?
Ann Vaughn thought she’d never seen an "off-limits area" whose door wasn’t even locked.
Moreover, that "off-limits area" contained a photograph of a woman with features somewhat resembling hers.
If not for the DNA test years ago proving she was indeed Jade Shepherd and Howard Vaughn’s child, she would almost think...
No, there was another possibility.
"I’m truly sorry for accidentally entering the wrong room and seeing something I shouldn’t have." Ann Vaughn temporarily put aside her doubts, eyeing the suppressed anger in Jane Sheridan’s gaze nonchalantly.
Is Jane Sheridan really afraid I’ll discover something?
"I don’t need your apology! While you stay with the Sheridan Family, please know your place, don’t presumptuously wander around, and that’ll be a great help!" Jane Sheridan steadied her emotions, sternly warning, "You’ll never get past the main gate of the Sheridan Family, so stop plotting!"