Chapter 643: Chapter 643: Sudden Upheaval
Madame Sisha’s words confirmed her suspicions, "The poison was coordinated by him with Cherith’s secretary, placed in the ink of Cherith’s pen. So Cherith never noticed, and we couldn’t find where the poison was hidden."
In the ink of the pen...
Ann Vaughn paused for a moment, that poisoner was indeed very cunning.
This also involved internal strife among politicians, so Madame Sisha was worried about dragging Ann Vaughn into it and didn’t explain more to her.
Cherith’s recovery was quite good, and Ann Vaughn saw that he was already out of danger, he just needed to rest quietly, so she proposed to say goodbye.
Before leaving, Madame Sisha asked for Ann Vaughn’s exact address, intending to send her a whole series of new clothing designs from the studio in the future.
Cherith thought he didn’t have much money, so he decided to give Ann Vaughn a villa near the lavender fields under his name to make it more convenient for her when she visited F Country again, without having to deal with the hassle of staying in a hotel.
Ann Vaughn wanted to politely refuse, but was blocked by Madame Sisha with a casual remark, "There’s no need to be formal between us."
If she refused, it would indicate that she didn’t regard them as friends.
Feeling awkward, Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered that Cherith and Madame Sisha had previously mentioned that they still had no children.
If it was due to physical issues, she might be able to help.
After checking the pulse, she found that the problem was with Madame Sisha, who had a cold uterus and weak constitution, making it difficult for her to conceive. Cherith cared about her health and had never mentioned having children over the years.
"I will prescribe you a treatment for issues like cold uterus, in about half a month, you can change the prescription..." Ann Vaughn handed two different prescriptions to Madame Sisha, carefully explaining the precautions to her.
Acupuncture would certainly work faster.
However, Ann Vaughn was going back home now, and although medication worked slower, the effect would be the same.
Madame Sisha was so surprised that she didn’t know what to say, covering her mouth for a while before hugging Ann Vaughn, her voice slightly choked, "Thank you, Annie, truly."
Just as Ann Vaughn was about to respond, she heard Madame Sisha tell Cherith, "Husband, also give the flower field under my name to Annie, and have them replace the hyacinths with roses."
"Then I’ll add a Ferrari for Annie. Wife, I’m not being stingy, I just don’t have anything else valuable left."
Ann Vaughn: "..." Why isn’t the boarding time here yet?
...
The sky, as blue as washed, was crossed by lines of intersecting white arcs.
Imperial Capital Airport.
Ann Vaughn only told Sherry and Kenny about her return to the country today, but didn’t say the specific time to avoid them coming especially to pick her up.
Especially the Little Dumpling, every day during her days abroad, he would call three times without fail, afraid she might be bullied or get lost alone.
She missed her little darling at home after not seeing him for a few days.
Ann Vaughn was sitting in a taxi, replying to messages on her phone, and suddenly realized that the scenery outside seemed a bit off when she looked up.
"Driver, this doesn’t seem to be the road to Vaughn Clinic, does it?" Ann Vaughn’s heart sank suddenly, and her slender fingers instinctively pressed the speed dial key.
The driver did not answer, his eyes gloomily glancing at Ann Vaughn in the rearview mirror, then continued driving forward.
Ann Vaughn pulled the car door, only to find it had been locked.
The call she made was automatically hung up after being unanswered for a long time, so Ann Vaughn had to dial Sherry’s number, only to find that it also went unanswered!
The driver noticed her actions, took out a spray hidden in the front passenger seat, and sprayed towards the back seat.
Ann Vaughn immediately covered her nose and mouth, quickly swallowing an antidote pill to prevent being poisoned.
Just when she was swallowing the medicine, the taxi suddenly crashed into something, the car body shook violently!
"Bang!!"
Ann Vaughn’s body was uncontrollably flung forward, her head hit the front seat, causing her half body to tingle in pain, her mind muddled, losing consciousness.
"Shit!" The driver cursed in a low voice, restarted the car wanting to leave.
But he saw a few men with iron rods getting out of the car that had collided, walking over and knocking on his car window.
The driver’s face turned pale with fear, afraid these people would directly smash his car, he quickly lowered the car window.
"Hand over the woman in your car." The leader pointed at Ann Vaughn in the back seat with the iron rod, speaking arrogantly.
"Okay, okay." The driver quickly unlocked the car door, "Brothers, don’t trouble me, I’m just an ordinary driver..."
Those men ignored him, opened the car door, and directly dragged the unconscious Ann Vaughn out.
"Wow, she’s quite pretty, my sister really didn’t lie." The leader’s eyes took a wicked turn around Ann Vaughn, reaching out to touch her cheek. "I’ve hit the jackpot. Take her away!"
"Boss, what if he calls the police?" A henchman behind pointed at the driver, whose face was pale blue.
The leader looked at the driver, spat out the chewing gum, "Take out all the money you have on you, save your life, got it?"
The driver was furious, he would have rather died than let his mind filled with malice and pick up that woman, what kind of people are these damn ones!
After taking the driver’s wallet, the leader whistled.
Today’s harvest was good, he had scored big both in money and beauty.
However, a sudden change occurred at this moment.
On what was originally a deserted open space, dozens of black luxury cars drove in, with the white Koenigsegg Agera R at the forefront being particularly eye-catching.
In an instant, they surrounded the group.
The doors of the black luxury cars opened in unison, and nearly dozens of men in black got out, steadily approaching those thugs.
Before anyone could see how they acted, the thugs were already knocked down to the ground, crying out loudly in pain, extremely embarrassed.
At this moment, a man dressed in a red side-buttoned long shirt, holding a black umbrella, walked to the rear window of the Koenigsegg.
He stood respectfully three steps away, softly asking, "Sir, the Princess is only unconscious and has not been harmed, I will help the Princess into the car."
The window lowered only halfway and stopped, concealing the true appearance of the person inside.
Only the tone and casual speech made one’s heart tense, wanting to know more.
"Open the door."
"Yes." The man bowed and opened the car door, then unfolded the umbrella, holding it above the car door.
In stark contrast to the surrounding darkness, the man who slowly stepped down from the car was slender, his back straight.
He was dressed in a white double-breasted uniform, with a dazzling medal hanging on his chest, gloves with engraved patterns on his hands, and he wore matching colored long boots, exuding absolute nobility.
A spot of pure white in the midst of black, drawing eyes like no other.