Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 173: Your Ancestor
Zane Thorne received a call from Altara Hospital at three in the morning. After hearing the nurse’s description and Leo Chandler’s diagnosis, his brow furrowed and didn’t relax for a long time.
It was only now that he realized Gideon Sheffield had been quietly paying attention to Natalie Vaughn.
This relapse of Gideon Sheffield’s illness was unprecedentedly severe. He thought he had improved a lot over the past two months, but didn’t expect this relapse to be so bad.
Zane Thorne booked a flight to Altara overnight, not even having time to inform Natalie Vaughn.
The president’s unplanned departure gave headaches to the assistants on both sides. Not only did they have to coordinate the day’s schedule, but they were also extremely busy due to the uncertain return date of Zane Thorne.
By the time Natalie Vaughn found out, it was already evening. With no notice, he rushed to Altara overnight, and the only reason Natalie could think of was Gideon Sheffield.
Natalie called Felix Langdon, and he quickly answered. Felix was in a good mood because the Sunderfall Film City project was finally making progress, subconsciously thinking Natalie had helped.
"Sister-in-law, what made you think of calling me? Oh, and thanks for your help with the Sunderfall matter."
Natalie was taken aback, not directly denying it but adopting a rare serious attitude.
"President Langdon, let’s make a deal."
Felix’s smile slightly faded, quickly replaced by caution. He knew there wasn’t much he didn’t know about Mr. Thorne’s affairs.
"You’re not interested? I have new information about Ms. Langley."
Felix: ...
"...Sister-in-law, what do you want to know?"
"Simple, I heard before that Gideon Sheffield was about to get married, but things fell through after an incident. I want to know information and contact details about his fiancée."
Upon hearing this, Felix instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.
"I’m not very familiar with Gideon Sheffield. His fiancée left after his accident, and she doesn’t seem to be in Astra City. However, I can help you find information about his parents."
"That works too, thank you."
"No problem, sister-in-law. Is she... okay?"
Natalie blinked.
"Ms. Langley, she seems to have a cold."
Felix: ...
"A cold? Is it serious?"
"Not serious."
Felix: Damn, I’ve been played. So angry.
"However..."
Natalie chuckled lightly.
"It seems someone is coming to comfort Ms. Langley, and it’s a man."
Felix: ...
"Who is it?"
"I don’t know, President Langdon. Put in some effort; I’m still hoping to become sisters-in-law with Ms. Langley."
Felix: He suspected he was being mocked by Natalie, and he had evidence.
...
Felix was very efficient, sending all the information to Natalie within two hours. Not only did it include basic information about Gideon Sheffield’s parents, but also Gideon’s growth records, even his high school disciplinary infractions were clear.
When Natalie received the information, she was drinking at a bar with Phoebe Quinn. After a busy month, Phoebe finally had a break and immediately flew to Veridia to make up for Natalie’s birthday.
"Nina, are you still investigating the past?"
After briefly scanning the information, Natalie put down her phone.
"Yes, Yana, remember the last time Zane Thorne raced with the kids from his club?"
"Of course."
How could she forget? As a fan of God Thorne, seeing him race again was indescribably exciting.
"I remember too, Yana. I can’t forget."
She couldn’t forget Zane’s ease on the track, his spirit on the track, his absolute control, and the light in his eyes when racing.
Such a person was born for racing, meant to display his charm on the track.
Natalie didn’t say much, but Phoebe understood her meaning.
Just like spring can’t do without willows, summer can’t do without cicadas, autumn can’t do without falling leaves, winter can’t do without snow, the racetrack can’t and shouldn’t do without Zane Thorne.
"Why not look for Gideon Sheffield’s former fiancée? If you’re asking about racing, his fiancée would know more than his parents."
Natalie shook her head.
"Felix said his fiancée left Astra City after the accident, and anyway, I’m not asking about racing."
"Then what do you want to ask?"
Natalie shook her head again.
"I don’t know."
She wasn’t sure what she could do, just suddenly thought about Gideon Sheffield being treated abroad for five years and how Zane Thorne would definitely take care of his parents.
"Maybe I should find time to meet them."
Phoebe sighed.
"Nina, do you think God Thorne will return to the racetrack?"
Natalie’s expression paused for a moment, then she sighed as well.
"I don’t know."
She now deeply regretted not sharing Phoebe’s passion for racing in high school, not being a fan of Zane Thorne with Phoebe. Every time she watched videos of his past races, an overwhelming sense of helplessness enveloped her.
Five years ago, Zane was only twenty-four; he could have reached greater heights.
In trying so hard to investigate Gideon Sheffield’s matters, she had strayed from her original intentions. Initially, she just wanted to know why Zane retired. Now, after understanding the reason, she aimed to help him untangle his knots, with more ambitious hopes of seeing him return to the track.
This topic cast a shadow over their mood. What was meant to be a night of fun turned into one of drinking away their sorrows.
Until the sound of shattering glass in the bar broke the heavy atmosphere, accompanied by a chorus of women’s gasps and screams.
They looked over to see a middle-aged man with a beer belly, swearing with his hands on his hips.
"You bitch, pretending to be classy when asked to drink? I’ll beat the hell out of you!"
With those words, the man kicked a woman on the ground.
Because of the crowd gathering, Natalie couldn’t see the woman’s face, but the sheer force of the kick was evident, as the spectating crowd’s whispers couldn’t drown out the woman’s cries of pain.
Phoebe suddenly stood up, her brows tightly furrowed.
"Damn, it’s the 21st century, how can such scum still exist in Cinnabar?"
She was about to rush forward.
Natalie stood up, frowning, and held Phoebe back.
"Yana, stay behind me."
The bar was crowded and chaotic, and the middle-aged man was surrounded by others; there was a risk of getting caught up in the conflict.
Phoebe wasn’t stupid; knowing her own disadvantages, she chose to rely on Natalie, letting her take the lead.
However...
"Nina, you’re not the same as before. If you’re photographed..."
Before she could finish, Natalie had already stepped forward.
When the middle-aged man raised a bottle to hit the woman’s head, Natalie kicked the bottle away.
"Trash belongs in the trash can; don’t come out and dirty everyone’s eyes."
The middle-aged man stared in shock at the woman who suddenly appeared, then his gaze turned fierce.
"Who the hell are you?"
Natalie’s eyes turned cold, looking at the man sharply and displeased.
"Your grandmother."
