"Ah, are you talking about the DNA test result they mistakenly sent to ?"
After speaking, Ian Vaughn moved closer to the desk, clicked on the computer interface with the mouse, and then continued, "I’ll send it to you now, don’t rush."
At the sa ti.
Far away at Sherwood Manor, Wilder Sheridan received this answer, imdiately stood up from the sofa, and walked out with his tablet, "Uncle, hurry up, I urgently need it!"
After hearing a reply of "okay" from the other end, Wilder Sheridan then hung up the phone, pressed the elevator floor button, and headed down to the living room.
Stanley Sheridan was sitting in the living room watching the evening news. Seeing Wilder Sheridan rushing over, a hint of affectionate smile flickered across his usual stern face, but quickly returned to normal.
"Dad, I have sothing to tell you." Wilder Sheridan sat in the seat opposite Stanley Sheridan, his face causing countless fans’ hearts to flutter, looking quite smug, "I’ve already found the evidence that Cynthia Sheridan is a fake."
Upon hearing the words "a fake," Stanley Sheridan frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about again?"
"I am not talking nonsense; I am seriously telling you who my real sister is." Wilder Sheridan said seriously, then quickly glanced at the tablet.
The email was refreshed several tis but still had no movent; could it be the Vaughn Family’s internet isn’t good?
Just as he was thinking this, Wilder Sheridan heard the sound of a teacup being heavily placed on the table.
"Is it that Ann Vaughn again urging you to do these things?" Stanley Sheridan’s face was cold as ice, his tone showing no concealnt of his dislike for Ann Vaughn, "Tell , what is she instructing you to do now?"
Wilder Sheridan had already determined in his heart that Ann Vaughn was his real sister, otherwise Ian Vaughn hadn’t even sent the result, and he was already certain what the result would be when he went to Stanley Sheridan.
Thus, hearing these nearly harsh remarks from Stanley Sheridan, Wilder Sheridan naturally couldn’t tolerate it.
"She didn’t instruct , she doesn’t even know I pulled her hair for a DNA test!" Wilder Sheridan said irritably, "Didn’t Cian also explain it to you? Why do you still have such a deep prejudice against her?"
"You think of doing a DNA test, with that woman’s ans, wouldn’t she think to manipulate the result? Wilder Sheridan, when did you beco so impetuous? Even if you don’t like your sister, you shouldn’t join outsiders in tarnishing her identity!" Stanley Sheridan scolded with a frown.
He impetuous?
If it weren’t for this possibly being discovered by Elliot that could expose him, Wilder Sheridan would’ve retorted that Stanley Sheridan is just senile.
"Forget it, I won’t argue with you. Once the result cos out, see for yourself!"
Stanley Sheridan snorted coldly, ignoring him.
Wilder Sheridan couldn’t wait to throw the DNA test result in the stubborn old man’s face to let him see clearly.
But no matter how much he refreshed, he couldn’t get Ian Vaughn’s email.
Frustrated and distressed, he jabbed the tablet screen a few tis, his eyes moving irritably away, falling onto the pile of docunts on the glass table.
These are all docunts Stanley Sheridan had already processed and signed; Wilder Sheridan has always been insensitive and uninterested in these, taking a glance, then shifting his focus from the top "Ansel Pharma Acquisition Plan".
At this mont, Stanley Sheridan’s assistant Ethan Chaney hurriedly arrived in the living room and urgently spoke to Stanley Sheridan, "Chairman Sheridan, the hospital sent news that the Third Miss refuses to eat or take dicine and has been crying constantly."
Stanley Sheridan’s face imdiately beca tense, and quickly rose from the sofa, "When will the nutritionist and psychologist you were contacted with arrive? Make sure the hospital keeps an eye on Luna, she can’t get hurt."
"At the latest by tomorrow, rest assured." Ethan Chaney replied.
"Prepare the car, I’ll personally go to the hospital to visit Luna."
Just as he said this, Wilder Sheridan suddenly stood up from the sofa, "Dad, the result is here, you..."
Stanley Sheridan didn’t give Wilder Sheridan a chance to finish speaking and interrupted him in a deep voice, "Enough. Your sister losing her legs is painful enough, even if you can’t forgive her, you shouldn’t team up with an outsider to break her heart again!"
After scolding Wilder Sheridan harshly, Stanley Sheridan took Ethan Chaney and walked out.
Wilder Sheridan stood there motionless for a long ti, his lowered eyelids hiding the deep disappointnt in his eyes.
After an unknown amount of ti, he finally sat back on the sofa and opened the email Ian Vaughn had just sent, quickly inspecting it with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
Until he finished reading the last line, the obvious expectation in Wilder Sheridan’s eyes shattered into cobwebs, becoming completely broken.
...
Due to the enormous "birthday gift" Shuhua Vaughn left for Ann Vaughn, ranging from various companies to the mountain under her na, it wasn’t a trivial amount.
As a result, Ann Vaughn spent nearly an entire day to have a rough grasp of it all.
But when Ian Vaughn proposed that she formally take over those companies, Ann Vaughn refused without even thinking.
She excelled in traditional Chinese dicine and pharmaceuticals, knowing next to nothing about managing companies, plus these companies were currently running quite well, ddling might even be counterproductive.
The current status of a few fashion or jewelry companies remained unchanged, only Imperial Glory Pharmaceuticals would open a new branch in The Imperial Capital.
After being busy for so days, it wasn’t until receiving a distress call from Sherry that Ann Vaughn realized she had been in Marinia for nearly a week.
"There are a few cases of patients having allergic reactions after taking special dications, the allergy sources are sowhat unusual, we’re not sure right now and need to wait for you to co back and have a look." Sherry’s voice was filled with fatigue, "Also, the dication you left is almost running out... Annie, if you don’t co back soon, I’m dood."
Ann Vaughn was embarrassed, "Sorry, sorry, thank you for your efforts, I’ll try to get back by tonight at the latest!"
Recently, she was busy with establishing Imperial Glory’s new branch and developing the barren mountain for planting dicinal materials.
Going back to the Viridian Palace, she would visit her grandparents, hardly looking at her phone, as a result of missing the "urgent repeated calls" from Sherry.
After repeatedly promising and admitting faults to Sherry, Ann Vaughn finally hung up the phone with a crestfallen face.
"Mark Joyce has booked the tickets, it’s an eight o’clock flight tonight." At the sa ti, Cyrus Hawthorne, who was sitting on the sofa reviewing docunts, put away his phone and said indifferently.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes instantly lit up, as she moved to behind the sofa, hugged Cyrus Hawthorne’s neck, and smiled happily, "Why are you so thoughtful suddenly? Do you have so ulterior motive towards ?"
Right now, there were just five to six hours until eight, enough for her to pack her things and have a farewell dinner with her grandparents and uncle.
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