Cold War between Mr. and Mrs Vaughn: He Regretted when Divorce Chapter 133: Eugene Vaughn Gets Jealous

In the silence of Victoria Sinclair, Mrs. Sinclair continued to push, "Asking you for a hundred million is too little. You’re eventually going to marry soone, so taking that much money to your next husband’s family is not as good as giving it to your brother."

"It’s all invested, I have no money left," Victoria replied lazily.

Mrs. Sinclair’s voice rose by several decibels, "You invested two hundred million, all of it? Are you crazy? You’re a woman, you should be at ho, having children, supporting your husband, and educating your kids. Why learn business, or do investnts? That’s a man’s job. Why are you getting involved?"

Victoria didn’t want to argue about this with soone on a different level, it was aningless.

Mrs. Sinclair yelled, "I warn you, Victoria Sinclair, you quickly return the investnt money to . Sarah is going to marry your brother. The dowry is a million, the wedding house about three million, plus jewelry, wedding banquet, and other costs, which will require a lot of money. You figure it out."

Victoria sighed deeply but remained calm, "Mom, I only have about a million on , and this money is reserved for Dad’s dical expenses. As a daughter, I’ve done my best. I can’t help with the other things. Besides, Sarah doesn’t really want to marry my brother."

"You’re talking bullshit..."

Victoria furrowed her brows, pulled the phone away, feeling disgusted by the vile words.

After pausing for half a minute, she put the phone back to her ear, "I’m very busy. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."

The phone was still filled with sharp curses on the other end.

Victoria hung up directly, turned off the phone, put it in her pocket, and strode towards the office.

Entering the office, there was another bouquet of flowers on the desk.

She walked over, quietly looking at the flowers with an indifferent expression.

A colleague leaned over, picked up the flowers, took a sniff, and pulled out the card: "This Dr. Nathan Austin is really sincere, sending you flowers for a month, all different every day, even the words on the cards don’t repeat."

Victoria pursed her lips bitterly and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Colleague: "The sa as usual?"

Victoria nodded.

The colleague left happily with the flowers, "It’s great being your colleague, getting free flowers every day."

"I heard that the leader of Research Group 1 is also pursuing you," another colleague poked their head over, "Have you considered it?"

Victoria turned on the computer and seriously checked the data, "I’m not considering it."

"Having so many n pursuing you must be quite a headache?"

"I’m used to it, not really," Victoria replied truthfully, suddenly realizing that this statent was too boastful and might provoke anger.

But her colleagues were kind, all sighing, "It’s true. You’re so pretty. In a big community like school, there are even more suitors."

Victoria didn’t dare to say much more and focused on her work.

At this mont, Professor Mo walked in, very excited.

"Tomorrow’s Healthcare Conference, we’ve been fortunate to be invited to participate. Victoria, Zoe, you two will attend."

Victoria’s mood sank and she slowly stood up, "Professor, I don’t want to go."

Professor Mo was startled: "Why wouldn’t you want to go? This is a bridge between the industry and our academic community. Many drug researchers hope to find investnt from major groups at this event. So significant drugs will also be unveiled at this conference. It’s such a rare communication opportunity."

"I..." Victoria wanted to refuse because Eugene Vaughn, as the CEO of Kyanite Pharmaceuticals, might attend.

Professor Mo firmly denied, "Others can not go, but you, Victoria Sinclair, must go. The cancer drug you’re currently developing has already shown so effectiveness, but it kills normal cells while killing cancer cells. We need to collaborate with Apex Group. They have a new technology that can target point-to-point treatnts."

Zoe sighed, "Apex Group! That’s one of the world’s top ten international corporations. There are so many pharmaceutical companies wanting to collaborate with them. They may not even notice us."

"How do you know it won’t succeed if you don’t try?" Professor Mo turned with his hands behind his back, walked outside, "It’s decided."

Victoria covered her face with her hands, rested her elbows on the table, and exhaled a long breath.

Next day, at noon.

Victoria attended the healthcare conference with her colleague Zoe.

The large hall was simple and bright, with an atmosphere that was solemn and professional.

Attendees included doctors, researchers, and company representatives, who engaged in academic exchanges and discussed the industry’s forefront.

The eting began.

Researchers took turns presenting the latest research results and technological advancents on the big screen.

Initially, there were too many people, so Victoria didn’t see Eugene Vaughn.

Until she went on stage, standing under the big screen, holding a remote for the PPT, and scanned the audience, she saw him in the middle.

He wore a black suit, with an impressive and handso appearance that stood out among the crowd.

Eugene Vaughn also saw her; his eyes were like a deep pool of still water, calm on the surface but with undercurrents surging inside.

His gaze carried a kind of reverent gentleness, restrained and controlled.

Victoria’s heart felt like it held a runaway rabbit, beating fast, even more so than when she was giving a presentation.

The content she was presenting this ti was about targeted drugs for primary central nervous system lymphoma, a rare type of tumor with not many pharmaceutical companies interested in developing unprofitable drugs like this.

Victoria was at ease with professional drug presentations, skilled and proficient.

After a 15-minute presentation, it was t with enthusiastic applause.

Then, she returned to her seat.

The entire communication conference took four hours.

Once the presentation sessions ended, companies and researchers interested in collaborations t for discussions.

Victoria had already done her howork. While everyone surrounded the representative from Apex Group, she used the photo Professor Mo gave her to find Hector Grant, the Crown Prince of Apex Group.

"Mr. Grant..." Victoria caught up with the man.

Hearing her, Hector Grant turned around, slightly dazed when he saw Victoria at that mont.

Victoria’s smile was gentle, and she extended her hand, "Hello, my na is Victoria Sinclair, a researcher at the Morrigan University Pharmaceutical Institute."

Hector Grant smiled and shook her hand, "I’m not from a pharmaceutical company, I’m just an obstetrician."

The man was tall and handso, giving a very proper and gentle feeling, and his smile was a bit sweet, clearly with a particularly good character.

"I’m not looking for collaboration, I just wanted to ask for your WeChat. Could we add each other?" This was the first ti in her life Victoria had asked a man for his WeChat, her face inexplicably heating up.

She wasn’t shy, just embarrassed and nervous.

Hector Grant smiled and nodded, taking out his phone to open a QR code, "Of course."

Victoria didn’t expect it would be so easy to add him.

She glanced at it and approved the application.

After Hector Grant added her, he chuckled softly and asked, "You look familiar to . Are you from Sterling’s Departnt of Pharmacology?"

Victoria Sinclair was startled, looking at him in surprise, desperately trying to recall any mory of him.

"Do you have a good friend nad Angela Austin?"

Victoria quickly nodded. It turned out he knew her because of Angela, so as long as he wasn’t one of her ex-admirers, it was fine.

With Angela as a bridge, communication with this Crown Prince would be much easier.

"I wonder if Mr. Grant is available..." Victoria, mustering her courage, tried to invite him.

Before she could finish speaking, her arm was grabbed and pulled backward.

She stumbled back two steps.

When she steadied herself and saw Eugene Vaughn, her heart sank, wanting to punch him a couple of tis.

Pulling her like this—if she accidentally fell, it would be terrible.

Eugene’s gaze was cold and deep, as if a thin layer of ice had ford over his eyes, locking tightly onto the other man, his jawline taut, hard to hide his hostility.

Hector Grant noticed his possessiveness and politely said goodbye, "Miss Sinclair, I have sothing to attend to, I’ll be going first."

"Hector..." Victoria tried to call him back.

Eugene tightened his grip, holding onto Victoria firmly.

"Do you like this type of man?"

Victoria felt so pain in her arm, took a deep breath, and turned to et his gaze. "Please let go."

Eugene’s eyes were dark and unfathomable, a bitter smile forming at his lips, "I never thought there would be a man in this world who could make you, Victoria Sinclair, take the initiative to ask for WeChat and extend an invitation."

His words were full of sarcasm, and Victoria could feel it.

She didn’t want to explain, nor did she want to hurt him.

"Eugene, I have sothing to deal with. Please let go of , okay?"

Eugene’s face grew darker, his tone a bit heavier, "Love at first sight? What did you see in him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he imdiately turned his head, coughed softly into his hand a couple of tis.

Although Victoria wasn’t a doctor, she had basic dical knowledge. His cough didn’t sound right.

She focused on her arm, feeling the high temperature of his palm through the thin fabric.

"Are you sick?" Victoria asked worriedly, reaching out to touch his forehead.

Eugene imdiately let go of her arm and stepped back, avoiding her touch.

He tucked his hands into his pockets, pursed his lips, and stifled two light coughs, clearing his throat as he said, "Don’t act like a central air conditioner. Save your tenderness for the man you like."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Victoria looked worriedly at Eugene’s broad and cold back.

She quickly chased after him.

Outside, the spring rain drizzled on, the air was humid, and a cold wind blew.

In the southern transitioning weather like this, it’s most likely to catch a cold with the fluctuating temperature and constant spring rain.

She stood at the door, looking around, and a familiar luxury car drove past her.

It was Assistant Chen driving, and Eugene sat in the back seat.

He was a neat freak who didn’t like anyone else driving his car.

Unless he was feeling really unwell, he wouldn’t let soone else drive his car so easily.

Victoria tightly gripped her phone, watching the car grow distant, her heart heavy.

Other businesses would send representatives to this kind of event.

You’re sick, so why did you co in person?

Eugene, please take good care of yourself.

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The next evening.

Victoria finished work and walked out the gate of the research institute when her phone rang.

An unknown number was displayed on the incoming call.

She answered it while walking, placing it beside her ear, "Hello!"

"Hello, Miss Sinclair, I am Assistant Chen, from President Vaughn’s office."

Victoria was suspicious, "How do you have my new number?"

"President Vaughn wrote it down on a mo in the office." Assistant Chen’s voice was anxious and urgent, "Do you know the password to Mr. Vaughn’s house?"

"What’s going on?"

"President Vaughn is sick. He insisted on attending yesterday’s event, refused to see a doctor, and said taking so dicine and resting would be fine. But I’ve been calling him since morning and no one has answered, it’s been a whole day, and I’m worried sothing might have happened to him."

Victoria was panicked and hurriedly said, "I know his house’s password. Are you at the entrance now?"

"I was looking for your number at the office. I’ll head there now. Can you tell the password?"

"Your company is too far from his place, I’m closer, I’ll go over." Victoria, overwheld with panic, couldn’t think of anything else and rushed out.

"Alright, Miss Sinclair."

Victoria hung up the phone, dashed to the main road, waved to hail a taxi, and hurriedly got in.

Twenty minutes later.

She arrived, panting, at Eugene’s doorstep, her heart pounding as if it would leap out of her chest.

Her fingers trembled as she keyed in Eugene’s house password. With a "click," the door unlocked, and she almost burst inside. She didn’t even have ti to take off her shoes and dashed straight to Eugene’s room, her footsteps echoing in the empty living room.

"Eugene! Eugene..." Her voice carried a hint of panic, her breathing rapid.