Cold War between Mr. and Mrs Vaughn: He Regretted when Divorce Chapter 61: Eugene Vaughn Broadens Her Horizons

Victoria Sinclair walked out of the pharmaceutical research institute.

Unlike before, Eugene Vaughn was standing outside the car waiting for her.

The sunshine at three in the afternoon was bright and dazzling. He wore a light gray suit, exuding elegance, nobility, and introversion, with a gentle smile on his handso face.

Even after two years of marriage, Victoria Sinclair still felt her heart race whenever she saw him.

"Let’s go," Victoria walked up to him, looking up at him.

As much as she adored him, her mind wandered to the words Ethan Vaughn said, inexplicably causing so unease.

Since it’s a perverse secret.

He certainly wouldn’t tell anyone, including her.

Asking would only be in vain.

Eugene opened the passenger door for her, "We’re eting quite a few people tonight, but with around, you don’t need to be nervous, and don’t drink alcohol."

"Okay." Victoria nodded, feeling sowhat anxious.

Although the country supported her new research project, the company’s operations and profits relied on her own efforts.

Eugene also got into the driver’s seat and started the car.

Throughout the journey, Victoria was organizing product docunts and company materials, feeling increasingly nervous.

Victoria thought she was eting with a dean privately, unexpectedly it was a large seminar and presentation.

Hundreds of people were present, gathering elites and leaders from hospitals nationwide, including dical professors, deans, directors, and pharmaceutical research experts from various national institutions.

In such a setting, without Eugene, she wouldn’t even have gotten a ticket, let alone the chance to hear the fascinating exchange in the dical field.

For two hours, several outstanding dical professors discussed pathology research and treatnt directions in various fields, along with passionate speeches from several deans, and even so renowned pharmacology professors explaining directions for new drug research.

Even though no business was discussed today, she still benefited greatly.

After dispersing, Eugene took her to a restaurant.

Victoria was afraid to miss such a good opportunity, "Shouldn’t we greet those deans?"

"Let’s have dinner first," Eugene walked side by side with her into the grand restaurant.

"But..." Victoria thought about business matters.

Eugene took her hand, "They’re all inside the private room."

The warmth in Victoria’s palm reassured her a lot.

They entered the restaurant’s private room.

Inside was a huge spinning round table, the lounge sofas were crowded with people, and a few groups stood scattered in the corners. So were seated at the table.

Everyone was gathered for pre-dinner conversation.

When Eugene brought Victoria inside, the people greeted them with smiles.

Eugene politely shook hands with them, never letting go of Victoria’s hand, and courteously introduced her to them.

"This is my wife, Victoria Sinclair, an expert in pharmaceutical research for rare diseases," Eugene introduced, specifically ntioning Victoria’s two patented special drugs and her company, Health Biotrics.

Those present were quite amazed, not expecting such achievents from a young woman in the field of special drugs.

Victoria, nervous, felt her palms sweating, worried about dirtying Eugene’s hand, she hurriedly released it and politely shook hands with them.

In the private room with over twenty people, there were deans from major hospitals, chief physicians, pharmacology professors, and leaders from the dical committee.

Once everyone was seated, the waiter served the dishes, Moutai liquor, and sumptuous delicacies.

The old dean was very emotional, "President Vaughn really went all out, we could have just had a simple al, there’s really no need for such grandeur."

Eugene took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair, calm and composed, "My wife is very passionate about pharmaceutical research and always hopes to have deeper academic discussions with experts in this field. All of you are pioneers on the frontline of clinical practices, today’s forum benefited us imnsely, and this dinner isn’t enough to express our respect and gratitude."

"President Vaughn is really too polite."

"We’re all contributing to dicine, normal academic exchanges indeed don’t require such expense, let’s just split the bill for this al, no need to..."

Eugene imdiately interrupted, "Please, don’t stand on ceremony with ."

Victoria managed a smile and sat modestly, Eugene was comfortable and stable with social interactions, she learned a lot.

He was collected, steady, and seasoned.

What to say and do in what setting was all within his strategy.

And this group of people were all high-level professionals from various hospitals, with so many gathered, it was impossible to discuss business privately.

After all, trying to use connections to get dication into hospitals is against regulations.

Once the pleasantries were said, everyone began to enjoy the fine wine and gourt food.

During dinner, soone would actively engage Eugene in conversation, to which he responded articulately and gracefully.

Victoria wasn’t yet accustod to such large-scale occasions and didn’t understand the art of socializing, so she quietly focused on her dinner.

When the waiter poured wine for everyone, they served Victoria a glass of baijiu.

Before Victoria could react, Eugene already took the baijiu away and told the waiter, "Give her a glass of fresh orange juice."

"Sure," the waiter responded.

Victoria turned to look at him, feeling a bit warm inside.

He was conversing with the dean in front yet still paid attention to the waiter serving her drink.

His charismatic deanor at the table, filled with the mature allure of a steady man, his smile so warm and handso, dignified and graceful.

Noticing her daze with his peripheral vision, Eugene leaned closer to her, "Is there sothing on my face?"

Victoria’s cheeks felt warm, she hurriedly retracted her gaze, bowed her head, picked up a piece of at in her bowl, put it in her mouth, shook her head, and softly replied, "No."

Eugene leaned towards her, almost touching, his warm breath on her cheek, his magnetic voice gentle, murmuring, "Don’t be too restrained, eat more."

Victoria nodded, "Mm."

At that mont, an elderly dean approached Eugene with a drink, Eugene imdiately stood up with his glass, engaging him in polite conversation, jesting courteously and appropriately, steadfastly avoiding business topics.

Victoria, having eaten enough, put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.

Then, a middle-aged woman sitting next to her engaged her in conversation, "Miss Sinclair, I’ve heard President Vaughn ntion Health Biotrics a lot. Are you the corporate legal person and responsible for research?"

Victoria politely nodded, "Yes, Ms. Qin."

"Young and promising!" Ms. Qin exclaid, "But I think our hospital hasn’t seen any dication from Health Biotrics."

"Health Biotrics was founded by and has been operating for four years now. The scale isn’t large nor is the brand influential, so many tis we can’t even enter the threshold of hospitals."

At that mont, a middle-aged man on the opposite side leaned over and said, "If it’s good dication, there’s no class distinction in hospitals."

"Indeed." Ms. Qin admired Victoria’s outstanding achievents at her young age, and as a fellow woman, she felt a strong kinship, "Do you have the product materials? I’d like to take a look."

"Yes," Victoria was very excited, hurriedly taking out a stack of docunts she had prepared from her bag and handing them over to the two experts conversing with her.

They read the materials earnestly.

After reading, they both nodded.

Ms. Qin said, "dications are judged on efficacy and safety, not company size."

The leader next to her agreed, "Indeed."

At this point, others also reached out to Victoria, curious about the dication and wanting a look.

Victoria stood up and politely distributed the materials.

Thankfully, Eugene had the foresight to prepare a dozen copies beforehand, which finally ca in handy.

Everyone had their occupational curiosity.

Regarding dical or pharmaceutical items, they all wanted to take a good look and understand what they could.

A steady dean, having read the materials, spoke like a kind and approachable elder, "Miss Sinclair, your dicine is good. Please send samples and materials to our hospital later for risk assessnt by our clinical doctors. If they find your dicine satisfactory, after departnt screening, you can submit an application report and company qualifications to our dical committee. If you pass our committee’s screening, you can bid to beco our hospital’s dicine supplier."

Though the process is cumberso, for dication to enter hospitals, it must follow these procedures. Good ds aren’t afraid of the screening process.

The real issue is not being able to even reach the threshold, making it impossible to compete with all the market dications.

Victoria was very excited, approaching the dean to shake hands with both hands, deeply grateful, "Thank you for the opportunity, I’m very thankful."

The dean laughed, "I didn’t help you at all, this is just the hospital’s normal process. Your chances of being screened out are also high, so don’t be too happy just yet."

Victoria bead with joy, feeling elated.

This was already the greatest opportunity.

Ms. Qin smiled warmly, "Aren’t you going to have a drink with the dean?"