Chapter 292: Chapter 292: I’ve Decided to Make It Up to Him Tonight!
In the hotel.
Ann Vaughn packed up her things, took a shower, and then called Kenny to prevent him from worrying.
"Take good care of yourself, okay? Don’t catch a chill, and eat your meals on time. I’ll have someone watch over you!" Kenny instructed Ann Vaughn in an adult-like tone and then quickly added, "Okay, that’s all!"
After saying this, he promptly hung up the phone, without a moment’s pause.
Ann Vaughn hadn’t even said a word, and now there was only a busy signal left on the line, which left her feeling puzzled.
She felt like the little dumpling was avoiding something.
Meanwhile, inside a KFC near Azure Gardens in the Imperial Capital.
Kenny sipped his iced cola, his large eyes innocently observing the man sitting in front of him.
The man wore a handcrafted designer suit with a strong, imposing presence. His cool and noble demeanor gave off an aura that made it feel like this place was a high-end restaurant rather than a KFC.
Just by sitting there quietly, he gave off an impression that this wasn’t a KFC, but a high-end restaurant.
"Uncle, why are you here?" Kenny put down his iced cola and asked in a cute, childish voice.
Cyrus Hawthorne glanced at the cup Kenny was holding, which still had condensation on it, and frowned slightly, "Why are you drinking something cold in this chilly weather?"
Kenny was taken aback and, for some reason, he suddenly felt like he was being scolded. His little face puffed up, "Why can’t I drink something cold in chilly weather? It’s so warm indoors, isn’t it just to provide for people who like drinking cold drinks in cold weather?"
The little guy was really clever beyond his years, it’s unclear who he learned it from.
But there was something familiar Cyrus Hawthorne found in those words.
"Twisting logic." Cyrus Hawthorne slightly curved his lips, looking at Kenny’s lively little face, his eyes carrying a hint of warmth, "Where did your mommy go, leaving you here alone."
When Kenny heard the words "your mommy," his little heart skipped a beat. He blinked his big eyes and said, "Uncle, you sure seem interested in my mommy."
Without waiting for Cyrus to reply, Kenny continued, "Are you trying to take advantage of my mommy’s absence to snatch a kid?"
As soon as the last three words were out, parents around who brought their kids to eat started staring at Cyrus.
Cyrus’s brow twitched slightly as he looked at Kenny, seemingly amused, "Snatch you? You’re not worth any money."
Kenny:!!!!
"I’ll have you know, if I’m angry, the consequences are very serious!" The little dumpling puffed up his cheeks in anger and threw a fierce remark at Cyrus before jumping down with his iced cola and running off.
Hmph!
Kenny the grown-up is angry!
The Archfiend has lost his baby!
Seeing the little milk doll he had infuriated run off, a touch of warmth appeared in Cyrus’s cold eyes, and he casually took the cup of iced cola in front of him and took a sip.
He immediately frowned.
It tasted terrible.
Only, he didn’t know at this moment that because of an impulsive sharp-tongued comment, he missed something.
...
Taking a rare trip to Marinia, Ann Vaughn didn’t want to waste all her time in the hotel, but she was worried about the last kidnapping incident happening again.
She specially "disguised" herself before leaving the hotel.
It was unclear if it was just Ann Vaughn’s illusion, but from the moment she took a taxi from the hotel out to the tourist spot, people kept looking at her now and then.
The driver along the way peeked at her through the rearview mirror countless times.
This feeling became even more obvious after Ann Vaughn left the pottery shop.
She stood baffled in front of a shop window, checking her outfit.
She wore a white silk shirt with light blue cropped pants and a denim jacket loosely draped over her shoulders, looking very fashionable and casual.
Her hair was all tucked into a black hat, and she wore sunglasses on her face, with her cheeks slightly disguised, presenting a very masculine demeanor.
There didn’t seem to be anything unusual.
So why were all those people looking at her?
Ann Vaughn puzzledly took a sip of iced cola. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed a crowd gathering at the nearby shops. One of them pointed in her direction and then charged at her!
"Sisters! Wilder’s right up ahead! Let’s hurry and get his autograph and photo!"
"Is it really my husband?! Ah, I’m going to die today; no one stop me!!"
"Why did Wilder suddenly change his style! Made it so I didn’t recognize him immediately. I’m dedicating tonight to making it up to him!!"
"All of you step aside, Wilder is mine!!"
If there had to be one word to describe the scene.
Probably "zombie siege."
Ann Vaughn was almost so startled she spat out her soda, didn’t even dare to think more, and took to her heels!
Damn!
Who the hell did she offend??
Ann Vaughn ran at the fastest speed of her life, not even daring to look back, just hearing the maniacal cries of "husband, I love you" behind her was enough to send chills down her spine.
She really wanted to turn around and explain, "You’ve got the wrong person," but fearing she’d be torn apart by the crowd if she stopped, she could only run for her life.
"Wilder! Over here! Come quick!" At that moment, a nanny van pulled up ahead, and the driver waved frantically at Ann Vaughn.
A flash of white crossed Ann Vaughn’s mind, and then she sprinted forward and nimbly leaped into the back seat of the van.
The door closed, instantly blocking out the onrushing wave of fans.
Breathing heavily, Ann Vaughn leaned on the seatback to catch her breath, her legs nearly giving out, exhausted.
She remembered the last time she ran for her life like this was because the gym teacher said, "Anyone who doesn’t pass the kilometer test has to retake it."
"Why are you out here? Do you know how worried we’ve been looking for you? And you’re out here, playing street running with fans!"
"Wilder Sheridan, do you have any idea of the situation you’re in now? Mandy Easton’s side hasn’t been solved yet, don’t add to my troubles, oh ancestor!"
"You don’t want all your years of hard work to be ruined by one woman, do you? Stop throwing a tantrum and come back to the company to discuss strategies with me!"
The agent sitting opposite was so angry his face was turning red, wagging his finger so many times it nearly poked Ann Vaughn’s face.
Ann Vaughn dodged the agent’s hand, her lips curling slightly.
So the fans were chasing her like mad because they mistook her for the popular actor Wilder Sheridan?
Recognizing the wrong idol, that surely was a punishable offense in the fan world!
"Wilder? Why aren’t you saying anything?" The agent thought he had been too harsh, seeing the usually hot-tempered bomb stay silent for once.
"Um..." Ann Vaughn interrupted him, "I’m not Wilder Sheridan."
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