CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: OUT TO RUIN HER

Crash——

At that moment, the clinic’s curtain was suddenly lifted. Ann Vaughn struggled to support herself against the table, her blurred vision only able to make out a malicious man approaching her.

Ann Vaughn suddenly seemed to understand something, hastily retreating two steps, her bright eyes filled with unease and fear.

Someone designed this to ruin her!

As soon as this thought arose, Ann Vaughn turned to run to the small room where her phone was!

"Trying to run?" The man sneered, effortlessly grabbing Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, twisting her body and pressing her onto the table.

She struggled desperately, extremely repulsed and panicked, wanting to push him away.

However, both her hands were firmly pinned by the man, she couldn’t even reach for the medicine pack!

"Oh, this trip wasn’t wasted, she’s quite the catch, huh?" The man’s laugh was particularly jarring, his mouth filled with nauseating vulgarity.

Ann Vaughn’s face turned pale, her jaws clenched tightly, tears of humiliation trembling in her eyes.

As she watched the man reach for her pants, she suddenly turned vicious, without thinking, she bit down hard on the man’s wrist!

The metallic taste of blood immediately filled her mouth.

"Ah——"

The man let out a scream of pain, his entire back arched as he fell to the ground, blood gushing from his wrist.

As he fell, the figure of Sutton Jennings, who had just retracted his long leg, became visible behind him.

Sutton Jennings retracted his long leg, turned to stand in front of the man, right where he blocked Ann Vaughn’s view, lifting his leg, all the brutality seemed to focus on it.

He mercilessly stomped down on the man.

In the small clinic, a scream as harrowing as a pig being slaughtered instantly erupted, making one’s skin crawl.

"Take him away, entertain him well." Sutton Jennings coldly glanced at the man, a cold and cruel smile tugging at his lips.

Daring to touch her, he didn’t even weigh his own worth.

The subordinates who were waiting outside rushed in upon hearing the command, dragging the man away.

As for where they were heading, only the King of Hell might know.

After finishing this, Sutton Jennings removed his coat, draping it over Ann Vaughn’s body, wrapping her half-exposed form tightly, silently pulling her into his half-embrace.

"Don’t be afraid, it’s over now."

Blood at the corner of Ann Vaughn’s mouth, her eyes a blur of panic and confusion, she hadn’t recovered her senses at the sound of Sutton Jennings’ gentle and strong voice, reflexively resisting his closeness.

Sutton Jennings didn’t mind, standing by her side unmoving.

After a long while, Ann Vaughn finally calmed down a bit, hoarsely asking, "Thank you, could you please support me first, the medicine’s effect is still in my body."

Though she had initially pressed her acupoints to prevent the drug’s effect from intensifying, the influence of this drug is substantial if not resolved.

And now, only her hands could move, her legs were too weak, and she’d fall without any support.

Sutton Jennings steadied her shoulder, watching her trembling fingers, her composure incredibly calm as she administered acupuncture to herself, a trace of compassion flashed across his eyes.

If only he’d not hesitated with the proposal of a trivial encounter and came to pick her up sooner, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

Yet due to his negligence, she almost fell into jeopardy once again.

Ann Vaughn finally neutralized the medicine’s effect, her face flushed and her sight flickering, she staggered backward, drained of energy.

Sutton Jennings extended his arm, firmly supporting her waist, "I’ll take you to the hospital."

"No need, the medicine’s effect has already..."

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a low, icy voice echoed from the doorway, the tone mingled with undeniable fury.

A menacing aura burst across the small clinic, making one feel an inexplicable suffocation.

Upon hearing Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice, Ann Vaughn’s muddled mind slightly cleared, turning her head, she saw Cyrus Hawthorne’s tall and handsome figure.

For some reason, her eyes suddenly became sore, she hadn’t felt so aggrieved before, but seeing him, she had the urge to cry.

Like hoping he’d comfort her as he did that time.

But, he didn’t.

Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark, chilling eyes bore into the sight of the disheveled, ambiguously embracing couple before him, something within him seemed to snap, rage rolling around him.

"Cyrus..." Ann Vaughn just opened her mouth to call out to Cyrus Hawthorne, but her arm was suddenly yanked over, "Ann Vaughn, we’ll settle this later."

His voice was bone-chillingly cold, making Ann Vaughn’s body shiver slightly, the grievance in her eyes forcibly suppressed.

Then, Cyrus Hawthorne cast a harsh glare at Sutton Jennings, "Not every woman is yours to touch, you better respect yourself."

Sutton Jennings’s eyes turned cold, looking at Ann Vaughn’s reddened slender arm from Cyrus Hawthorne’s grip, frowning.

"President Hawthorne might want to figure out what really happened first, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

Misunderstanding?

Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes were cold as he dragged Ann Vaughn’s arm, pulling her out of the small clinic, without a care that she hadn’t regained her strength, he tossed her into the passenger seat.

Ann Vaughn’s still muddled mind shrank upon his harsh slamming of the car door.

But the medicine hadn’t fully worn off, Ann Vaughn leaned against the seat, struggling to turn her gaze onto Cyrus Hawthorne’s rigid profile.

As her brain gradually pieced things together, her expression turned increasingly dire.

The one who drugged her knew well she wouldn’t be wary of an old man, and even if she noticed something, the sound of the glass breaking would interrupt her.

Then there were those kids who stayed until closing time, and the man who broke in...

It was all arranged to make sure the arriving Cyrus Hawthorne would see a specific scene at the clinic.

If not for Sutton Jennings, she might have...

Thinking of this, Ann Vaughn felt an unsettling chill down her spine, incredulously clenching her fingers tight.

Who on earth devised such a malicious way to deal with her!

Before Ann Vaughn could figure out the key behind all this, the car abruptly stopped, and the passenger door was opened, she was immediately yanked out of the car by Cyrus Hawthorne!

His grip was so strong that Ann Vaughn felt as if her wrist bones were about to be crushed, the pain making her furrow her brow tightly, fear welling up in her heart.

Bang——

Once inside the apartment, Cyrus Hawthorne dragged her into the guest bathroom, mercilessly thrust her against the wall, turning on the showerhead, pouring cold water straight down.

"So filthy." Cyrus Hawthorne’s dark eyes were malicious, a chilling coldness spread across his thin lips, and with a stride, he was right next to her, his hand clamped onto her slender, fragile neck ferociously.

With an unforgiving strength, his hand even bulged with veins.

Ann Vaughn was caught off guard as he choked her, her face turning red from lack of oxygen, her small mouth uselessly opening to try to make a sound.