Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 965: Trapped Here

"If you behave, we won’t do anything to you now. But if you don’t..." The servant’s tone was full of threat.

Ann Vaughn endured the pain, her red lips pressed tightly together, secretly observing her surroundings with the corner of her eye; it turned out to be an exceedingly luxurious bedroom.

But the reflected scene in the mirror was limited, making it impossible to gain more useful information.

The servant behind her braided her long hair, fastened it with a single hairpin, then turned to retrieve a pure white long dress.

Seeing that she actually started tearing her clothes directly, Ann Vaughn could no longer endure it.

She immediately grabbed the servant’s outstretched wrist and twisted it forcefully; a crisp cracking sound accompanied by the servant’s scream resounded simultaneously.

"Not just anyone can touch me, understand?" Ann Vaughn’s gaze was icy as she looked at the servant’s pale face, devoid of sympathy, and tossed her hand away like throwing out trash.

The servant was frightened by her cold stare, and the arrogance and pride from earlier vanished, replaced entirely by terror, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

How could this woman still move?!

"Leave, I’ll change myself." Ann Vaughn spoke again.

This time, it was the servant’s turn to endure the pain, putting the dress on the table and promptly leaving the bedroom while covering her wrist.

Once the door closed, Ann Vaughn let out a slow breath and quickly put on the dress.

She was cautious, not taking off her original clothes, but instead directly putting the dress over them.

Though summer clothes are thin, wearing two layers still felt slightly uncomfortable.

In this situation, she had no choice but to endure temporarily, waiting for the drug’s effect to pass before finding an opportunity to leave.

Not long after changing her clothes, another servant entered, carrying a black cloth.

"In a moment, we’ll be taking you somewhere and will need to cover your eyes. Hope you will cooperate."

The fate of the previous servant served as a warning to the others. No matter what Ann Vaughn was about to face, it was better to treat her respectfully to avoid having their hands crushed.

Anyway... she didn’t have much time left to live.

Ann Vaughn nodded, allowing the servant to cover her eyes with the black cloth and then help her stand and walk outside.

After walking for about five minutes, Ann Vaughn was pleased that her legs were gradually recovering when she heard footsteps approaching.

Then came a stranger’s male voice.

"Is this one too?"

"Yes, that gentleman specifically requested to see her. They sent her over." The servant assisting Ann Vaughn responded.

"Her? What’s so special about her that she was specified by that gentleman?"

"Not sure, we’re just following orders."

"Alright, I won’t ask. Send the two of them into the elevator and let them go down themselves."

As the conversation ended, Ann Vaughn felt a pair of hands suddenly push her back hard, although she was prepared, she still stumbled a few steps before steadying herself.

She tore off the black cloth from her eyes, just in time to see the elevator door closing and starting to descend.

Ann Vaughn tried pressing the floor buttons to stop the elevator, but strangely, the elevator didn’t stop, steadily moving downwards.

As Ann Vaughn grew irritated, a derisive laugh suddenly echoed in her ear.

"Are you the one that gentleman specified?"

There was another person in the elevator, a male around twenty-eight or nine, with a plain appearance, but an intense air of literacy, and unusually pale skin.

Ann Vaughn frowned slightly, "Who’s that gentleman?"

She’s been hearing this title all along.

The man displayed a slight surprise, then transitioned to disdain, "You don’t even know who that gentleman is. What qualifies you to see him? An overestimating person, be careful you won’t even realize when you get thrown out."

Pfft.

Ann Vaughn almost laughed, speaking as if she eagerly wanted to see this so-called gentleman.

Get thrown out?

She truly wished for that.

Too lazy to argue further with this kind of person, Ann Vaughn turned her head, watching the floor number change on the screen until it stopped at the negative ninth floor.

The elevator door slowly opened.

The man was the first to walk out, his pace quickening, as if afraid Ann Vaughn would stick to him.

Ann Vaughn was speechless, unwilling to give up, she pressed all the floor buttons again, seeing the elevator stayed still, she finally walked out.

The passageway outside the elevator was straight and spacious, with no branching paths; the further Ann Vaughn walked, the stronger her sense of unease grew.

"Miss Vaughn, please follow me inside." At the end of the round automatic door, stood a man dressed like a secretary, speaking coldly to Ann Vaughn.

Having reached this point, whether she entered or not was no longer up to Ann Vaughn to decide.

But Ann Vaughn never expected what lay beyond the automatic door—

The research-lab-like room housed three rows of operating tables, some clean as new, others spotted with blood stains and severed fingers possibly stained with blood.

At the very center stood five cylindrical platforms, each holding a glass container.

Filled with an unknown cyan-green liquid, and submerged within—

Were people!

Living people!

Some were asleep, while others were barely awake, struggling to hit the glass container, yet their limbs were powerless!

As those seeking help turned their gazes to her, Ann Vaughn felt as if her blood had frozen.

Not out of fear, but disbelief.

They actually put living people in such containers?!

Seeing Ann Vaughn’s shocked expression, the secretary adjusted his glasses and smirked.

"Don’t be too surprised; it’ll soon be your turn."

What?!

Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened, instinctively stepping back two steps, her peripheral vision inadvertently caught something making her mind buzz and roar.

The person trapped in the last glass container—was Wilder Sheridan!

How could he be trapped here?!

Ann Vaughn’s heart throbbed fiercely; without thinking, she walked towards him, ignoring the secretary’s cold attempts to dissuade her.

The liquid in the container almost reached Wilder’s neck; his pallor seemed nearly transparent, his condition far worse than the others.

No wonder since this morning, the feeling of pain hadn’t ceased here...

Ann Vaughn’s face turned pale, her palm clutched tightly against her heart, her fingers gripping the container forcefully.

"Experimenting on living people is illegal!" Ann Vaughn turned, her icy eyes staring directly at the secretary, "I don’t know who your boss is, but you’d better release them, or you’ll definitely pay the price!"

"Ha." The secretary sneered, his disdain almost tangible, "Who do you think you are?"