Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 862: Who Could Her Accomplice Be?

In this town where most women are plump and have dry skin, Ann Vaughn stands out with her snow-like skin and exquisite beauty, drawing the attention of passersby who instinctively stop to look at her.

"Yo, what luck! Who would have thought to find such a beauty in a godforsaken place like this."

Strange words entered Ann Vaughn’s ears, shattering her hopes of discerning where she was based on their language.

Ann Vaughn cautiously backed up a few steps and discreetly reached for her sleeve, relieved to find the Golden Needle still there. Her heart settled somewhat, and she coldly prepared to pass by them.

The leader of the men grabbed Ann Vaughn’s slender arm, surveying her from head to toe with a sinister grin.

"Miss, it’s about to get dark. It’s not safe for a young lady to be out alone. How about letting big brother take you home?"

"Could she be a pampered young miss who snuck out from somewhere? Just look at how radiant she is, it’s making my heart itch."

"Who cares what kind of young miss she is; if we hand her over, maybe they’ll go easy on us."

Even though Ann Vaughn couldn’t understand their jabbering, she could tell from their tone and expressions that they harbored ill intentions.

Making a swift decision, she jabbed the Golden Needle into the leader’s arm at a pressure point, and as he let go momentarily, she broke free and sprinted away!

"Ah—damn it, you bitch! What are you idiots standing around for? Go after her!" The man cursed vitriolically, clutching his numbed arm.

The others finally reacted and quickly chased after her.

Hearing their shouts, Ann Vaughn gritted her teeth and increased her pace, heading towards a more crowded area.

Finally breaking through the crowd, Ann Vaughn stole a glance back, only to realize those men hadn’t been shaken off and were still hot on her heels, almost knocking the wind out of her.

Are these men bloodhounds or what, with their relentless pursuit?!

Ann Vaughn muttered a curse under her breath as she darted into an alley, swiftly hiding beside a parked car and crouching down to hold her breath.

The pursuers arrived at the alley entrance, sending one group to chase ahead while others entered the alley to search.

Ann Vaughn bit her lip hard enough to turn it pale, contrasting sharply with her flushed cheeks from the exertion of running.

The footsteps edged closer, her heart pounding up to her throat and fingertips numbing.

Just then, the parked car’s door suddenly opened, and a hand reached out and pulled Ann Vaughn inside!

Those men also noticed the car, stepping over to pound on the window forcefully.

"Hey! Did you see a woman pass by here?"

The window lowered, revealing a handsome face adorned with gold-rimmed glasses, giving the man inside a refined appearance.

But seeing him, those men’s faces blanched instantly, and their legs trembled.

"Leave, or die." The man narrowed his eyes and said, "Choose one."

The men fled in panic as if they had narrowly escaped with their lives.

The window rolled up again, and Hugo Sullivan turned to the bewildered Ann Vaughn, offering a sheepish smile, "Did I scare you by suddenly pulling you in?"

Ann Vaughn exhaled in relief and shook her head, "No, thanks to you, I escaped from those people."

"Glad I could help." Hugo Sullivan smiled and handed her a bottle of water from the car’s fridge, "Which hotel are you staying at? Let me take you there."

Ann Vaughn took a sip from the bottle and explained her predicament before borrowing his phone.

But there was no signal in this godforsaken place, rendering calls impossible.

Ann Vaughn nearly suffocated from frustration.

"This town is the most remote part of Y Country, the signal towers haven’t been built yet." Hugo Sullivan comforted her, "If you don’t mind, you could stay at my place tonight. Once I settle my affairs tomorrow, I’ll take you to the city."

This is Y Country?!

Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened, Miyi Yates, that cursed woman, actually sent her to the other side of the globe?!

She steadied herself and thanked Hugo Sullivan.

The car drove out of the alley, and Ann Vaughn looked out the window to find the hoodlums had long disappeared, prompting her curiosity, "What did you say to those people earlier? It’s surprising they left so willingly."

Knowing those men had pursued her across five streets, their perseverance was commendable.

Hugo Sullivan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with a smirk, "Ah, I told them a patrol car was nearby, and if they didn’t want to get caught, they’d have to leave."

"I see." Ann Vaughn nodded, not doubting him.

Half an hour later.

The car stopped outside a standalone house in the suburbs, and from outside, one could see roses blooming amidst thorns in the garden.

The interior was free of dust, tidy and clean.

Hugo Sullivan led Ann Vaughn upstairs, opening the innermost room on the second floor, saying, "You can use anything here freely. I’ll go out and buy daily necessities for you later; just let me know what you need."

"Thank you. If it weren’t for meeting you by chance, I’d still be fretting over where to stay tonight." Ann Vaughn’s suffocating mood eased considerably, and she asked, "By the way, what brings you all the way out here?"

Hugo Sullivan’s ears reddened, his smile growing bashful, "I told you I’m happy I could help, so you don’t have to be so polite."

"Whenever I hit a creative block, I find a place where no one can find me, so I can relax and seek inspiration." Hugo Sullivan opened the curtains and window to air out the room.

Ann Vaughn nodded in understanding, "Sounds tough."

"It’s worth dedicating everything to what you love." Hugo Sullivan walked to the doorway, turned back to Ann Vaughn saying, "Rest for a while first, I’ll call you when dinner’s ready."

"Thank you."

Once the door closed, Ann Vaughn finally succumbed to the stabbing pain in her calves, collapsing onto the bed.

She exhaled heavily, massaging her legs to avoid excessive pain upon waking.

Truthfully, even if there were a million dollars running before her now, she wouldn’t chase it.

Exhausted beyond measure.

After her calves felt better, Ann Vaughn stood up and walked to the window.

The sun had already set.

Watching the remaining sunset glow at the horizon, Ann Vaughn furrowed her brow, deep in thought.

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