Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Body Search
What kind of backing does she have to dare to confront so many people present?
Could it be that her background is so immense that she can disregard all of their family statuses?!
Just when this thought rose in everyone’s mind, they saw Ann Vaughn wearing a dress without even a brand label and denied it.
What large family would be so poor to this extent...
"They don’t, but surely I do?" Mrs. Kensington, hearing the report from the bodyguards that the necklace still hadn’t been found, was so anxious her chest heaved. She turned to Jane Sheridan and said, "Miss Sheridan, what do you think?"
Catching Mrs. Kensington’s drift, Jane Sheridan was naturally very willing, but she still hesitated on the surface, "Please be gentle..."
Mrs. Kensington nodded and then ordered the bodyguards, "Take her and search her!"
Even those attending the Sheridan Family’s banquet with some family status came with bodyguards. As the wife of a real estate tycoon, Mrs. Kensington had double the number of bodyguards compared to others!
Ann Vaughn knit her delicate eyebrows slightly, her gaze cold, "Madam, do you mean to get physical?"
"Since you’re unwilling to hand over the necklace, and I don’t want to waste any more time, this is the only way." Mrs. Kensington laughed coldly, ignoring the anger in Ann’s eyes.
Even if Chairman Sheridan came, he had to give her some respect.
This woman, even if she’s the unseen daughter-in-law of the Sheridan Family, the family would never offend a real estate tycoon’s wife for her.
Moreover, even Jane Sheridan had no objections, indicating this woman’s status in the Sheridan Family.
A dozen bodyguards immediately appeared in front of Ann Vaughn, but just as they reached out, she quickly raised her hand, and the Golden Needle from her sleeve shot into the arms of the three bodyguards closest to her!
Those three bodyguards immediately went soft, kneeling to the ground!
The other bodyguards had not realized it was this seemingly delicate woman who had struck, and they fiercely rushed at her.
Ann Vaughn again rapidly shot out around a dozen Golden Needles, hitting the knees and arms of these bodyguards!
Thus, a bizarre scene occurred.
Bodyguards approaching Ann Vaughn knelt one after another in front of her, appearing to outsiders as if they were bowing and submitting to her...
Everyone glanced at Mrs. Kensington with a peculiar expression. Were they truly settling scores with Ann Vaughn, or were they willingly surrendering?
Jane Sheridan seemed to have realized something, a cold sneer almost escaping her lips. How could Ann Vaughn’s little tricks possibly handle so many well-trained bodyguards?
Even if she could, she couldn’t produce the necklace, and that real estate tycoon was not a mild character. Crushing Ann Vaughn would be easier than drinking water.
Mrs. Kensington’s face also turned ugly, "What are you doing? Take her."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn was about to shoot out another Golden Needle from her sleeve when she discovered something terrifying—
She had run out of Golden Needles!
To ensure one Golden Needle could not fail to incapacitate these specially trained bodyguards, her needles hit several major numb points on their bodies, rendering them temporarily immobile.
But in doing so, the Golden Needles were consumed particularly quickly!
Damn it, miscalculation!
Seeing Ann Vaughn, with her hands restrained behind her by bodyguards, Mrs. Kensington stepped forward and tore off her coat, searching it.
Surely this old woman wasn’t planning on strip-searching her in front of everyone?
Indeed, her combat prowess was too low, solely relying on needles and powder for defense wasn’t enough!
Ann Vaughn’s fine brows furrowed, and she made a quick decision, "Mrs. Kensington, actually I know where your necklace is. How about you let me go, and I take you to it?"
"No hurry." Mrs. Kensington glanced at her coldly, tossing aside her coat like trash, stepping closer, "Searching you for the necklace first, then we can go."
Ugh!
She might be shameless, but Ann Vaughn still had dignity!
Staring with bright eyes, full of refusal, at Mrs. Kensington’s hand reaching for her chest buttons, Ann’s body resisted back, but the bodyguards held her so tightly she couldn’t move.
"Ah—" The next moment, just as Mrs. Kensington touched Ann Vaughn’s button, a fierce gust knocked her hand away, pulling her down with such force she fell to the side.
Only the sharp crack, crack, could be heard. Ann Vaughn felt the restraining force on her shoulders disappear, immediately opening her just-closed eyes.
The bright lights of the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall glistened, but still couldn’t compare to the grandbearing presence of the man approaching her.
His mere presence silenced everything in the room, his presence dominating.
Ann Vaughn blinked in disbelief at the man who appeared like a Nordic god, and an inexplicable chill ran up her spine.
It’s over.
These three words crept into her mind as she quickly turned her gaze. Before the man could speak, she darted into his embrace!
"Sobbing, why did you take so long to come? I almost got defiled by an old woman in public! If you hadn’t come, I was ready to bang my head to defend my purity!" she whimpered, burying herself in the man’s chest.
Mark Joyce: "..."
Everyone: "..."
It’s just a search; could you not make it sound so ambiguous, as if Mrs. Kensington had her eyes on you??
Cyrus Hawthorne swallowed the ice-cold words he was about to say, silenced by the little woman’s whimpering sobs, gently patting her trembling back.
"Alright, I’m here now."
The dry lack of emotional warmth in his words made Ann Vaughn tremble more convincingly, a foreboding feeling washing over her.
Jane Sheridan stood not far away, watching Ann Vaughn unreservedly throw herself into Cyrus Hawthorne’s arms. The softness in her eyes was instantly replaced by a sinister look, clenching her hands hard around her skirt hem.
Why... This woman just happened to meet Mr. Hawthorne a bit earlier than her, and apart from that, what right did she have to approach him...
Meanwhile, Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes lifted towards Mrs. Kensington, who was supported up by bodyguards, his aloof and indifferent face hiding any emotion. "You are Sam Kensington’s wife?"
"Who are you?" Mrs. Kensington was in so much pain she could hardly move, utterly confused about what had happened, and looking at the exceptionally handsome and noble man before her, she felt a twinge of fear.
Cyrus Hawthorne did not answer her, instead wrapping his cool hand around Ann Vaughn’s soft waist and guiding her out of the banquet hall.
Seeing them leave, Jane Sheridan’s eyes flashed, and she nudged the socialite beside her with her elbow.
"Wait a moment!" The socialite quickly understood her intent and voiced out to stop them, "Sir, this woman hasn’t returned the stolen diamond necklace belonging to Mrs. Kensington. She cannot leave!"