Sherry was about to post the Weibo ssage that Ann Vaughn had prepared when she received a call from her.
"Sherry, hold off on sending that Weibo post for now."
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Sherry could hear a hint of coldness in Ann Vaughn’s usually gentle voice, so she asked puzzled, "Did sothing happen over at Sea Zephyr Garden?"
Ann Vaughn didn’t hide anything from her and briefly explained what had just occurred, adding, "That Weibo post implying there were issues with the Ice Skin Pill is probably Chase Tate’s doing. I suspect he’s got other tricks up his sleeve for us."
Upon hearing that Ann Vaughn was up against that lunatic Chase Tate, Sherry imdiately stood up from her chair.
"Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"
"Don’t worry, I’m fine." Ann Vaughn’s voice softened, with a hint of laughter, "I just got a slight injury, but maybe Chase Tate wasn’t so lucky."
Only then did Sherry sit back down, reassured, "As long as you’re okay. Next ti, I should go with you to such events. You never know when you’ll run into such an unpredictable lunatic again..."
"Chase Tate isn’t unpredictable—he was targeting from the start." Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes narrowed slightly, "When he fell, I saw a USB drive fall out of his pocket, marked with the word ’cloud’. What’s on it should be related to ."
Unfortunately, Chase Tate, despite his bulk, was surprisingly quick, and she didn’t have a chance to grab it.
Sherry felt a pang in her chest, "Why not just have soone kidnap Chase Tate and force him to hand over the USB?"
That was certainly a good idea.
But by doing so...
"We might scare off the bigger fish." Ann Vaughn walked over to her car, opened the door, and got in, "No rush, let’s take it slow."
Sherry didn’t quite understand what she ant by this, but looking at the increasingly heated argunt on Weibo was giving her a headache.
"Putting that aside, the insinuating article on Weibo has already skyrocketed to the fifth spot on the trending list. I’m worried that if this continues, things will get even worse."
Ann Vaughn chuckled lightly, her clear eyes radiating sharpness, "No worries, it’s free labor, so why not take advantage."
They painstakingly prepared this big gift for her.
She naturally... couldn’t let it go to waste.
...
At Hawthorne Group, in the top-floor reception room.
The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, occasionally accompanied by the soft rustle of turning pages.
The man on the single armchair had his eyes lowered, quickly skimming through the docunt in his hands, his expression as calm as a serene lake, without a ripple of emotion.
If it were any other company seeing this docunt, they would probably be dazzled by the generous terms and agree to sign imdiately.
But in the hands of this gentleman...
Even Chase Shaw of Deep Blue, known for his keen insight into people’s minds, couldn’t easily decipher what he was thinking about the terms in the docunt, whether he was satisfied or not, making him a bit anxious.
The woman sitting next to Chase Shaw hadn’t noticed this at all. From the mont they entered, her gaze hadn’t strayed an inch from Cyrus Hawthorne sitting opposite them.
The greed and desire in her eyes were undeniable for anyone who paid a little attention.
After a mont, Cyrus Hawthorne placed the finished docunt back on the table, seeming to have made a decision.
Seeing this, Chase Shaw’s heart skipped a beat, then he smiled and said, "President Hawthorne, we bring with us imnse sincerity for this collaboration. If you think there are any areas in the terms that need improvent, we are ready to humbly accept your suggestions."
"President Shaw, you are too modest." Cyrus Hawthorne’s thin lips slightly curved up, "Your company indeed shows great sincerity. However, since its establishnt, Deep Blue’s brand positioning has been very clear, always innovative over the years. This product project seems a bit different."
"President Hawthorne, you are indeed sharp. Since our group’s establishnt, our focus has been on overseas markets, and our product designs have been too conservative, which isn’t conducive to long-term developnt. Hence, we’re striving for creativity." Chase Shaw said, "And this product aims to enter the dostic market, tailored for the dostic audience, and can be considered a stepping stone, which is why we are being so cautious."
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.
Chase Shaw was delighted and clearly explained the design concept of this product, interspersed with his insights into the current dostic market.
Not only broad-minded, but also possessing a keen business sense, such people easily garner others’ appreciation.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s long fingers lightly tapped on the edge of the sofa. Then he nodded slightly, "President Shaw, please draft the project proposal as soon as possible, and we will discuss it later."
Although Cyrus Hawthorne did not imdiately agree to sign, this statent was tantamount to agreeing halfway, making Chase Shaw’s heart soar.
This product had cost him a lot of effort, and more than anyone, he wanted it to launch smoothly.
After a bit of small talk, it was ti to say goodbye.
Chase Shaw felt a light tug on his hem and then rembered sothing other than work.
"Ah, I forgot to introduce you to President Hawthorne. This is Miss Joyce Chancellor from our Deep Blue Group, also one of the project leaders." Chase Shaw brought the woman up front and said to Cyrus Hawthorne with a smile, "Coincidentally, Miss Joyce had previously been your secretary for a while, President Hawthorne, truly a stroke of destiny."
Being ntioned by Chase Shaw like this, Joyce Chancellor’s face turned red, looking shy yet remaining poised and well-mannered, "President Hawthorne, long ti no see."
Never would Cyrus Hawthorne have thought that the little secretary who used to serve him coffee and water every day would have transford into Miss Chancellor of Deep Blue Group?
She had concealed her identity to join Hawthorne Corp., bypassing higher positions to beco a secretary, just to get closer to him.
As the prestigious Miss Chancellor, she endured hardships and humiliation for his sake, did he feel anything, regret treating her that way that day?
Thinking this, Joyce Chancellor bit her lip, looking at Cyrus Hawthorne with shy anticipation in her eyes.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes swept lightly across her, his gaze lingering for two seconds, with a slight touch of unfamiliarity, spoke indifferently, "Is that so, I have no impression."
As soon as he spoke, the shyness in Joyce Chancellor’s eyes evaporated completely, and her blushing face turned as pale as paper.
No impression...
She had been his secretary for two whole months without a single complaint, and it amounted to him having no impression?!
Joyce Chancellor’s eyes turned red, and just as she was about to speak, Chase Shaw, seeing her intent, quickly interrupted, "President Hawthorne, tonight our group is holding a business banquet at The Platinum Palace, and we hope you can honor us with your presence."
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