Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold, icy ink-black eyes softened slightly, and his tightly pressed thin lips curled up with a faint smile, "Oh?"
"The secretaries said that Miss Vaughn hadn’t been here long before her face suddenly beca quite pale. Perhaps she was feeling unwell. She drank a cup of hot drink and left. The tasks you instructed have all been carried out by the secretaries."
Unwell?
Cyrus Hawthorne’s brows gradually furrowed, and his long fingers holding the pen slightly tightened.
After a brief ntal calculation, he guessed why Ann Vaughn was feeling uncomfortable.
He feared that during his absence at ho, she hadn’t missed the chance to indulge in cold drinks.
"Double the year-end bonus of the secretary who sent Annie a hot drink," Cyrus instructed softly after a while, "You may leave now."
Mark Joyce: !!!
Double year-end bonus.
Had he known bonuses were this easily earned...how many opportunities for double bonuses had he missed before!?
The office beca quiet again.
The content of the annual summary report suddenly lost its appeal, and Cyrus Hawthorne frowned and put down the pen in his hand, picking up the phone instead.
After a night of being off, there was a flood of missed calls and ssages.
Among these, a ssage from Evan Sawyer, a friend Cyrus made while studying abroad with Old Master Hawthorne, stood out the most.
"Brother, those sapphire rings you brought over from G Country earlier were absolutely amazing. I’ve decided to have the sa designer for my wedding ring!"
"When on earth is Julian Ford coming back? I’m afraid he won’t make it to my wedding. I was counting on him to be my page boy."
"How about...you lend your son? Hey, the fact that I want to remarry so quickly is all thanks to your son, too charming to resist, isn’t he?"
Cyrus Hawthorne: ...
Noisy, just like Julian Ford.
Ding-dong.
At this mont, an anonymous email was received on Cyrus Hawthorne’s phone.
It was common for partners from foreign companies to send emails, so Cyrus Hawthorne’s email did not have restrictions set.
With a lowered gaze, he opened the email with an indifferent expression, and a high-definition photo sharply appeared in his ink-splashed eyes.
His narrow, ink-black eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
In the email was a photo of Ann Vaughn, her face heavy as she entered a pharmacy, coming out with a transparent bag. When the image was enlarged, the dicine box inside the bag faintly showed the words—
"Levonorgestrel Tablets."
Ergency contraceptive pills...
The gripping shadow in Cyrus Hawthorne’s eyes continued to spread, his hands clenching into fists, and his handso face seed covered by a layer of frost, his expression terrifyingly cold.
...
Ann Vaughn was unaware of the approaching storm, recalling Vaughn Clinic’s resumption of official business today, she hurried over after breakfast.
Initially, she thought that because of the clinic being sealed off, those custors might harbor doubts, unable to avoid whispered suspicions.
Unexpectedly—
There were none of that.
Instead, she was t with a heap of concern and sympathy, verbal and otherwise, all urging her not to give up on this clinic and to persevere, those loyal custors determined not to let the clinic go bankrupt, even at the cost of their fortunes.
Ann Vaughn: ??? That won’t be necessary.
What exactly happened to give these custors the impression that the clinic was about to close down?
There was no ti for speculation; Ann Vaughn rembered the ti when the clinic was sealed, she proactively contacted The Imperial Capital dical Research Institute, and imdiately called them to co to collect samples and materials.
"Annie, are you really going to hand over the data you’ve worked so hard to research for years, free of charge?" Sherry remained unclear why Ann Vaughn was doing this.
Earlier, when rejecting the dical Association, she hadn’t thought this way.
But after the clinic was sealed, she suddenly changed her mind, leaving Sherry puzzled.
"Of course not for free, I made my demands known as well." Ann Vaughn smiled faintly and said, "Don’t be fooled by the sudden rise and prominence of Vaughn Clinic, but compared to those old established brands, it’s like an infant."
"Since our arms can’t twist their thighs, might as well let soone who can do it."
Sherry thought for a mont, then suddenly realized, "You an?"
Ann Vaughn nodded, "I agreed to give the suppressant to the research institute for studying, experinting, and production. They’re directly connected to the nation, and naturally, their efficiency far exceeds ours, that’s one reason."
"Secondly, after gaining such a trendous advantage, even if I didn’t ask, once they discover the value of the suppressant, they are likely to sowhat protect Vaughn Clinic."
"Do you think this tradeoff leaves Vaughn Clinic worse off?"
Looking at Ann Vaughn’s cheerful little face, Sherry almost took a sharp breath in.
Right after Vaughn Clinic was sealed, she went straight to contacting The Imperial Capital dical Research Institute, yet she thought she had lost her mind.
Who could’ve thought that in such a short mont, she had already planned so far ahead.
The Imperial Capital dical Research Institute is backed by the state, Ann Vaughn appears to lose by handing over her achievents, but in fact, she’s profited manifold!
Sherry didn’t know what to say, "So what demands did you make to them?"
"Oh, that," Ann Vaughn’s eyebrows arched, smiling slyly like a little fox, "President Conway is likely feeling it deeply."
Deeply indeed.
President Conway’s head full of lush hair had thinned significantly in just less than a week.
"President Conway, it’s, it’s bad—" the assistant hurriedly walked into the office, uttering the opening line most used these past few days.
President Conway didn’t even have the strength to roar, sitting weakly in his executive chair, "Go ahead, which researcher has quit this ti."
In just a few days, how many researchers have left?
A bunch of money-grubbing cowards!
Was he not paying them enough?!
"No, no President Conway, the research team said the formula...is wrong!" the assistant said, face full of bitterness.
"Wrong?!" President Conway’s eyes widened, "Explain this to clearly, what’s going on!"
The assistant shuddered with fright, forcing himself to explain, "It was only after conducting research that the team realized, the formula lacks nearly a hundred crucial ingredients, and they can’t even begin to analyze what they are..."
President Conway nearly collapsed, ready to have a heart attack, "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
"It’s true, President Conway! The research team has been at a standstill, without verifying the ingredients, they can’t produce the suppressant, and...and..." towards the end, the assistant was rather hesitant.
"And what, straighten your tongue and speak clearly!"
"Vaughn Clinic has handed over the research data of the suppressant to The Imperial Capital dical Research Institute unconditionally. They’ve ordered us to imdiately cease all suppressant research projects, otherwise, once the formula theft is exposed, we’re finished!"
President Conway’s complexion imdiately changed, clutching his chest, struggling to catch a breath.
Madness, Vaughn Clinic has gone mad!
Reviews
All reviews (0)