After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 115: Vivian Escapes, Master Julian Pursues!
Of course, Vivian didn’t go to any hospital for a maternal check-up.
Instead, after the Thorne family driver left her at the hospital entrance, she immediately took a cab straight to the airport.
Vivian randomly bought the earliest flight.
Coincidentally, this flight was headed to Quillan, the place she’d always wanted to go.
She no longer had time to consider anything else; leaving quickly was what she deemed safest at the moment.
The plane took off swiftly.
Vivian looked at the scenery outside the window. Her initially dazed mood gradually settled.
Leaving Ardis, everything would turn out alright.
Vivian touched her belly and murmured softly, "Don’t be afraid, mom won’t allow anyone to take you away from me."
"Not anyone."
Since Julian Thorne had long known the truth and intended to settle scores with everyone who had schemed against him, Vivian knew exactly which path she had to take.
Leave.
And then disappear.
Anyway, she had originally decided to leave.
Though she had yet to finalize the divorce with Austin Grant, she had Tina Archer enlist the help of that female lawyer, and she possessed some scandalous evidence about Zoe Monroe, ensuring Austin would not refuse to complete the final divorce procedures.
But she would no longer show herself.
At the teahouse, Vivian didn’t disclose anything.
She feared that the more Patrick Powell knew, if Julian insisted on tracking her down, then Patrick would inevitably suffer.
As for other matters...
Vivian still owed Julian Thorne over half a month’s work, which she couldn’t continue.
She left a private sketchbook in the room, hoping it could still be of use to Stella.
Although she felt sorry for Stella Thorne’s illness, compared to her own safety... she could only offer sympathy without help.
Vivian would transfer the billion-dollar payment to a foreign account and find a way to return it to Julian Thorne.
As for everything else... all should fade away, together bidding farewell.
Vivian closed her eyes, waiting to awaken in Quillan. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
She planned in her mind: after disembarking, she would immediately switch to her pre-prepared fake identity, change her appearance, and cut her hair short. As long as she hides through this turbulent period, all will improve...
However, a jolt of the plane woke Vivian midway.
Unexpectedly, a sudden storm over Quillan forced the plane to land in a neighboring city.
The plane encountered severe turbulence, but finally managed to land.
Being a business class member, Vivian should have disembarked first. But for reasons unknown, everyone was forced to stay on board for thirty minutes.
Passengers gradually grew restless.
Already unhappy with the unscheduled city, now with no explanation as to why they couldn’t disembark, people started causing a scene.
"Why aren’t we allowed to get off the plane? If not, then take us to Quillan quickly!"
"Exactly, open the hatch, we want to get off!"
"Get off the plane, get off the plane!"
The flight attendants struggled to control the situation, gathering in the forward cabin to discuss countermeasures.
Vivian felt their lingering gazes sweep over her intermittently, catching snippets of conversation.
"Over there... don’t let leave..."
"Detain... airline..."
"...pursue..."
More and more, those gazes fell unrestrained on her, ultimately morphing into deeply scrutinizing stares.
Vivian’s sense of unease grew.
Could it be this coincidental?
The Thorne family business spanned worldwide, and among them... the leading trade was the airline industry... wait!
Could it be the very airline she’d randomly chosen today?
Vivian quickly surveyed her surroundings, realizing she was indeed on a Starstream Airlines flight!
Her heart sank. She didn’t dare imagine Julian had already discovered her absence and even tracked her down so quickly.
If so, how terrifying could he be?
Was she forever unable to escape his grasp?
Vivian couldn’t afford to hesitate anymore. Clutching her belly, she suddenly groaned, "My stomach hurts, doctor—please, find a doctor—"
Seeing her abrupt distress, the flight attendants’ faces turned pale.
Everyone rushed up, "Miss Sinclair, are you alright?"
"Miss Sinclair?"
Vivian appeared delirious, gripping her belly, sweat dripping heavily, "I’m pregnant, needing immediate hospital care... thank you..."
The flight attendants exchanged glances, not daring to delay further.
Someone hurriedly phoned, "Hello? Miss Sinclair is experiencing some issues and needs urgent hospital transport."
"Yes, that’s right."
"Alright—"
The cabin door finally opened.
Vivian was promptly escorted out.
A medical team met her, placing Vivian on a trolley bed.
Yet, just as they exited the airport and awaited a vehicle, Vivian abruptly sat upright.
"Hey? You—"
Vivian swiftly pushed away those attempting to stop her, moving directly to the stationed SWAT team.
The following individuals’ expressions drastically changed but still pursued her quickly, "Stop—"
Vivian turned and dashed to a nearby taxi.
"Driver, five thousand bucks, lose those guys behind us!"
Five thousand?
Instantly invigorated, the driver floored the gas, shifting gears, "Hold tight—"
The car shot out like a bullet.
In a city, nothing is faster than a taxi.
In just over twenty minutes, she had completely shaken off those who were pursuing her.
Vivian Sinclair transferred five thousand bucks to the driver as agreed, leaving the driver in disbelief at his stroke of luck.
Vivian quickly got out of the car and walked through a narrow alley.
In the alley, she wrapped a scarf around most of her head and face, then removed the SIM card from her phone.
Yesterday, when she was caught and taken to the police station, Julian Thorne found her so quickly because he could track her location via her phone number.
So Vivian dared not to be careless again.
Fortunately, she was used to carrying some cash on her, allowing her to hold out for a few days.
Vivian left the alley and hurriedly hailed another taxi, "Please take me to the best guesthouse in this city."
At this moment, Julian Thorne saw the flickering red dot on his phone suddenly disappear.
Vivian Sinclair had completely vanished without a trace.
"Well done, Vivian Sinclair."
"You indeed have some skills, slipping away from under my nose."
Julian Thorne’s expression was as dark as after a storm, and no one dared to speak on the plane.
Since Truman confessed his deeds in front of Julian Thorne, Julian’s expression had not improved.
Then, he learned from the hospital that Vivian Sinclair hadn’t gone for a prenatal checkup at all.
Julian Thorne immediately realized something was wrong.
Upon checking Vivian’s phone tracking, he found that she was already at the airport.
"Trying to run?"
At such a time, thinking of running only proves she has a guilty conscience, doesn’t it?
Julian Thorne realized then that Vivian might not be entirely unaware of the issue with her unborn child!
Julian Thorne was furious.
Not because Vivian knew the truth.
But because she was actually thinking of escaping!
Did she assume he would abort her child, or did she assume he wouldn’t take responsibility for it?
The matter of the child is not for her to decide alone!
Truman has already been sent off to Zanthos, probably won’t be back for ten years.
Julian Thorne also immediately chartered a private jet, planning to chase Vivian Sinclair down to the city where she had temporarily landed and bring her back.
Leo Linden, upon learning what Truman had done, trembled for half a day.
Although more certain of the answer in his heart, Master Julian was terrifying indeed!
Though he was not in a towering rage, the oppressive atmosphere was more hair-raising than the approaching snowstorm.
Moreover, Miss Sinclair was missing at this moment...
But one had to admit, Miss Sinclair’s counter-surveillance skills were incredible.
To escape their grasp so quickly.
However, as long as she was still in this city, Miss Sinclair couldn’t possibly escape.
"Master Julian, the plane has landed."
Vivian Sinclair was not sleeping soundly at the guesthouse.
Fortunately, when she checked in last night, she claimed she had lost her ID, so she only handwrote her information in the front desk register.
As long as her identity wasn’t online, she didn’t need to worry about Julian Thorne finding her so soon.
Now that it’s daylight, she must find a new way out.
For example, first leaving this city.
Public transportation was out of the question.
Using her identity information would surely expose her.
Even though she had a fake identity, Vivian didn’t fully trust Patrick Powell anymore.
Not that she didn’t trust Patrick as a person, but she feared any matter handled by him might be investigated by Julian Thorne. Even with a fake ID, she’d have no place to hide in front of Julian Thorne.
So high-speed trains, buses, planes—all were off-limits.
That leaves, clandestine taxis.
Illicit taxis were the only means to leave the city without exposing her identity!
Vivian headed toward the train station square, relying on her memory from university.
Sure enough, she soon found a suitable illicit taxi.
"Going to Ardis, are you?"
Vivian had more than enough cash to get back to Ardis.
And she planned to return because she believed that the most dangerous place was also the safest.
Julian Thorne would never think she’d have already gone back.
Furthermore, this return trip was to gather more cash from Tina Archer and then hide out in a rural area near Ardis for a while.
This way, she could monitor the movements in Ardis, and when the coast was clear, make a proper exit.
The plan was flawless.
It was perfectly suited for a pregnant woman like Vivian.
But she overlooked one other thing.
In Ardis, it wasn’t just Julian Thorne who wanted to find her.
Vivian had just alighted at Serenity Studio when suddenly, two men in black appeared behind her.
"Miss Sinclair, you’ve been hard to find."
"We’ve been staking out for days and finally caught sight of you."
"Care to come with us?"
Saying that, something sharp was pressed against Vivian’s waist.
She dared not make any sudden moves but still lowered her head to take a look.
A cold, gleaming knife was pressing against her.
