Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 1095: It’s All About Acting Skills

The cart is divided into three levels, with various exquisite desserts and meals arranged from bottom to top. On the top level, there’s a small chocolate fountain, with its rich aroma filling the room.

It almost made Ann Vaughn’s stomach grumble with hunger.

She hadn’t eaten a single bite since yesterday afternoon, and while she hadn’t noticed it before, the sight of the food on the cart made her realize she was starving.

"Dr. Locke, I’ll leave the food here." The person delivering the meal seemed to be particularly afraid of Wade Lowell, hurriedly said this and left the cart behind before running away.

The incident of Wade Lowell using Josiah Keaton’s assistant as a test subject last night had already spread throughout the entire base. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Unless necessary, no one dared to wander around Wade Lowell casually, fearing that they might accidentally get caught by him to be used as a test subject.

Wade Lowell stood in front of the experiment table and said to Ann Vaughn without lifting his head, "Come over to test the data after you’ve finished eating."

Ann Vaughn’s mouth twitched.

Should she be thankful that he’s not so heartless as to starve her to death?

After quietly checking whether there were any poisons in the meal, Ann Vaughn started to eat with peace of mind, finishing most of the food on the cart until her empty stomach finally felt full.

However, before she could feel comfortable, Ann Vaughn’s expression suddenly changed. She covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom.

It took over ten minutes for Ann Vaughn to come out of the bathroom, her face pale and holding her stomach, with water droplets on her dense eyelashes and a reddish tint at the ends of her eyes. She looked sickly, as if she could faint at any moment.

It startled Dean Master Moore who had just entered the laboratory not long ago.

How did Summer end up like this after just one night?!

"Wade Lowell, this..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Dean Master Moore noticed Wade Lowell writing something on a notebook and craned his neck to take a look.

——Within ten hours after drug injection, there are adverse symptoms such as nausea and vomiting when eating, with a decrease in immune function, unfavorable for...

Seeing this, Dean Master Moore suddenly understood why Wade Lowell had uncharacteristically allowed food to be sent into the laboratory this time.

Giving Summer food was real, but using her as a guinea pig was also real...

"Summer, are you okay?" Dean Master Moore asked Ann Vaughn with concern, "If you really can’t take it, how about I transfer you back to Josiah’s side?"

Ann Vaughn weakly glanced at him, knowing that he was only saying it. If he could really transfer her back, he would have done it long ago, why wait until now?

Thinking this way, Ann Vaughn didn’t show it and put on an expression of pitiful innocence, "Can you really? I want to go back to Dr. Keaton’s side. I really can’t stay here any longer..."

Dean Master Moore smiled seemingly cheerfully, "Really, you just have to endure for two more days, until Dr. Locke’s experiment is finished, then you can be transferred back; it’s also your Dr. Keaton’s intention."

Ann Vaughn disappointedly uttered an "ah," forcing a smile, "Then I guess I should listen to Dr. Keaton."

"By the way, Professor Stephen asked me to bring you over if you have no problems now," Dean Master Moore continued.

Wade Lowell, standing aside reviewing a report, turned his head, his expression cold, "She is my test subject."

"Didn’t someone just come to draw blood from you all? There’s a problem with Summer’s test report; Professor Stephen wants to speak to her personally." Dean Master Moore reached out as if to pat Wade Lowell’s shoulder but withdrew his hand upon meeting his indifferent gaze.

"Don’t worry, we won’t take your test subject away."

Wade Lowell uttered a cold "hmm," saying nothing more.

Ann Vaughn, however, listened with a chill spreading through her body.

A moment ago, feeling unwell, she hadn’t paid much attention to the blood draw, but now she suddenly remembered.

Her blood type is RH negative, a rare case in one out of a hundred people.

The Zeus Base is only so large; how many RH negative individuals could there be found?

This indicates that Nathan Hawthorne is already suspicious of her infiltration into the base and wants to use this method to uncover her!

Dean Master Moore saying there was a problem with her test report likely because—

They’ve already discovered that "Summer" is Ann Vaughn!

No matter what kind of turbulent waves surged in Ann Vaughn’s heart, since Professor Stephen wanted to see her, she couldn’t refuse to follow Dean Master Moore.

All the way to Stephen’s office, Dean Master Moore left, letting Ann Vaughn enter the inner room alone.

"Are you really Summer?" Professor Stephen turned around, scrutinizing Ann Vaughn with his piercing eyes, holding a sheet of paper—her blood test report.

Ann Vaughn timidly raised her head, responding softly.

"Your blood type severely differs from the information on your original record," Professor Stephen said sternly, "What is your purpose in falsifying information to enter the base?!"

People in high positions often have a common trait, an unyielding aura that intimidates those facing them psychologically.

Ann Vaughn’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears, suppressing them fiercely, defending herself, "I... I didn’t falsify any information."

"Your records say you are type O blood, but your blood test results show you are RH negative AB blood type. How do you explain this?"

"I am indeed type O blood. If you don’t believe me, you can draw my blood again and test it on the spot!" Ann Vaughn’s shoulders trembled slightly, rolling up her sleeves to show a section of her fair wrist, saying to Professor Stephen.

Professor Stephen studied her expression for a moment, then called the people outside, "You all come in; draw her blood again."

The people outside entered with a report, whispering to Professor Stephen, "Professor, the report was mistaken; this one is Summer’s actual report."

"Is that so?" Professor Stephen took the report to look and then glanced at Ann Vaughn, whose eyes were red and body trembling, his doubts easing, "The tester printed the wrong report; you are indeed type O blood."

Ann Vaughn showed a joyful expression, "I told you I didn’t falsify any information; how could I do such a thing!"

"Since it was a misunderstanding, you may leave," Professor Stephen waved his hand.

"Alright." Ann Vaughn nodded timidly, turned, and retreated.

Once in the elevator, Ann Vaughn’s weak and pitiful demeanor rapidly faded, her fingers softly brushing the edge of the disguise mask, laughing coldly in silence.

She realized Josiah Keaton’s words were true; life is indeed like a play, all based on acting skills.

Nathan Hawthorne was certainly suspicious of her identity.

Even though she insisted that she was type O blood just now, she had already prepared for the possibility that if her identity was exposed, she would take Professor Stephen as a hostage to leave.

Yet unexpectedly, her blood test report seemed to have been altered to show she was type O blood as stated in her identity information.

Nathan Hawthorne and Professor Stephen were unable to confirm her identity, thus staging that performance to try and provoke her.

If her psychological quality were a bit lower, she might have cracked under Professor Stephen’s authoritative gaze, revealing clues under pressure.

Now, the question arises.

Who is the person helping her behind the scenes?