The night is deep, silence prevails in the Hawthorne family’s villa, and the lights are almost all turned off at a certain ti.
Cyrus Hawthorne leaned tiredly against the desk, his long and slender fingers pressing firmly on his aching brow, his lips as thin as a line slightly pursed.
The aftereffects left by the car accident seed to be acting up ahead of schedule.
After a mont, he forcibly subdued the discomfort in his head, and with an indifferent expression, continued handling emails from subordinates and partners, focused and swift, seemingly unaffected by the nearly excruciating headache.
Cyrus’s dark eyes did not leave the computer for a mont; he reached for a docunt on the desk from mory, and as soon as he opened it, he noticed sothing was off.
He fixed his gaze and looked closely, initially sowhat puzzled, but upon a second glance gradually took the docunt seriously, until he finished reading it.
Although the docunt seed rough and stumbling, it earnestly marked the difficult points clearly, instantly comprehensible.
Moreover, the content on the last page was actually soone’s insights and improved formula for new healing dicine.
Cyrus’s eyes suddenly half-closed, his fingertips lightly rubbing the edge of the paper, a very faint smile flickered in his gaze.
Not sure who made this docunt, but it coincides with his thoughts.
Those people from Hawthorne Corp., it seems, couldn’t hold back any longer.
Just then, soone knocked on the study door, Mrs. Lynch pushed it open and ca in, placing down the coffee, "Young Master, the coffee you wanted."
"Mm." Cyrus nodded slightly, paused for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "Who ca into my study today?"
"Young Master, I didn’t notice that," Mrs. Lynch said, recalling what Ann Vaughn had reminded her, adding cheerfully, "But today the Young Madam did co ho once."
Ann Vaughn? Cyrus imdiately dismissed the thought; it couldn’t be her—a country girl—where would she acquire such skills and insights!
Cyrus’s indifferent gaze fell on the docunt, his thin lips drew a faintly mocking arc.
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Ann Vaughn hadn’t gone to the hospital for several days. During the day, she attended patients at the small clinic, and at night she went to perform acupuncture and prepare dicine for Sawyer Jennings, then returned to the clinic to extract dicines.
Aside from the essential herbs at the small clinic, Ann Vaughn contacted the herb rchants once more, hoping to order so higher-grade materials.
"Miss Vaughn, when your grandfather was alive, we intended to raise the prices, but seeing you co twice, I felt embarrassed to ntion it. To be honest, cultivating these herbs isn’t easy nowadays, and the ones you want aren’t easy to find, you know..."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn was sowhat surprised by the sudden price increase, and inquired about the cost.
The rchant nad a figure.
Ann Vaughn’s pen dropped with a "pop," and her brows furrowed slightly: "This price seems rather unreasonable, doesn’t it?"
Even the ordinary herbs were three tis higher than before; was he thinking she was naive and purposely bullying her?
"How is this unreasonable? If not for your grandfather, the price would be even higher; I’ve already given you the most favorable rate. You don’t believe ? Go ask other herb rchants."
The rchant’s boastful words ca over, seemingly sure that she couldn’t find other suppliers.
Annie suddenly felt a surge of discomfort rising inside her.
From the beginning, this rchant had received substantial favor from her grandfather, even the initial plot of land for cultivation was arranged by her grandfather through acquaintances, as were the funds and connections generously provided by him.
There’s no exaggeration in saying that without grandfather, whether he could have started the herb business successfully is doubtful.
But now with her grandfather’s passing, this person actually thought she lacked experience in this field and casually inflated prices, wearing the guise of giving her a big advantage. It’s absolutely excessive.
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