Chapter 248: Chapter 248: The Lab Report Might Belong to Cynthia Vaughn
It’s just that she didn’t notice the name on the medical report just now, and now she feels something is wrong.
Especially because this report might belong to Cynthia Vaughn.
Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered that last night she had angrily scolded Cyrus Hawthorne after getting drunk, but he seemed to have told her he didn’t love Cynthia Vaughn.
She slowly lowered her eyes, concealing the sarcasm underneath.
Forget it, what does their affairs have to do with her anyway.
The next day.
Since today wasn’t Cyrus Hawthorne’s routine day to inspect work at the research institute, when he arrived, Shane Shaw almost thought he had made a mistake and got caught.
But once he learned it was about the special consultant that Cyrus Hawthorne mentioned at the meeting a few days ago, he immediately relaxed a lot.
"This is Aquarelle Vaughn, responsible for assisting with everything regarding the A Group project. In the future, if there are matters, A Group doesn’t need to consult me directly, just contact her," Cyrus Hawthorne said calmly.
"Yes, rest assured, I will... Wait, who did you say she is?" Shane Shaw’s stubbly face almost twisted, as he looked at Ann Vaughn in a daze.
Ann Vaughn smiled gently and extended her right hand, "Hello, I am Aquarelle Vaughn."
"Ah... The Divine Doctor Vaughn?!" Shane Shaw’s voice heightened, barely managing to compose himself under Cyrus Hawthorne’s indifferent gaze, shaking Ann Vaughn’s hand vigorously, "Sorry, I really didn’t expect President Hawthorne would invite you."
If the research they were working on could be made public, it would definitely bring great prestige.
The Divine Doctor Vaughn acting as a consultant for their team, hahaha.
However, before he could enjoy the moment, Shane Shaw noticed that his boss gaze at his right hand was gradually growing cold, subconsciously releasing his grip on Ann Vaughn’s hand.
"Alright. I’ll show her around, you can get back to work," Cyrus Hawthorne casually withdrew his gaze and then held Ann Vaughn’s small hand, heading toward the other side of the sensor door.
Shane Shaw watched the scene, almost popping his eyes out.
What is going on?!
As soon as they entered the sensor door, Ann Vaughn broke free from Cyrus Hawthorne’s palm, revealing an impeccable smile, "Mr. Hawthorne, please mind the impact."
Despite just one night, Cyrus Hawthorne already missed that little clingy cutie from the other night.
What if last night, instead of him, Sutton Jennings had been the one to pick her up, she might have seemed even more endearing, getting closer to him.
Just thinking about it made Cyrus Hawthorne’s mind almost unable to suppress the surging dark fire.
"Hmm."
He calmly replied, showing no sign of any emotional turmoil on his extraordinarily handsome face.
Ann Vaughn breathed a slight sigh of relief, even she couldn’t quite explain why her heart was so chaotic just now.
So chaotic, she wanted to block her ears.
She could only attribute it to the aftermath of drinking.
After touring the institute, even the internationally invited Ann Vaughn, who had visited and aided in the development of many research institutes, couldn’t help but be impressed.
The scale here does not fall behind the best research institutes she had seen abroad, possibly even more advanced and professional.
Especially when she saw the internationally renowned mad professor unexpectedly here, Ann Vaughn was left with only astonishment.
But more so, with worry.
"I just looked at the contract and only have one thing to add," Ann Vaughn recalled her thoughts and said to Cyrus Hawthorne, "Working hours shall not exceed five hours, in the remaining time I want to do other things."
The studio has just started, she can’t give it up.
"Fine." Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, "You handle it, there’s no strict requirement."
Ann Vaughn was a bit surprised as she glanced at his profile, trying to discern if he was speaking truthfully or just placating her.
But unfortunately, she still couldn’t fathom what he was thinking.
This made Ann Vaughn puzzled, how does he always see through her thoughts?
"We are here," During her contemplation, Cyrus Hawthorne reminded her that they reached the A Group’s research room.
"I’ll go in myself, thank you." Regaining her composure, Ann Vaughn slightly nodded to Cyrus Hawthorne, pressing her lips to suppress the emotions swirling within, her pretty face calm as she entered inside.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow gaze showed slight restraint, seemingly indifferent, yet the desolation spreading around him made the air almost freeze.
Until the sensor door closed behind her, Ann Vaughn slowly exhaled and lightly patted her chest.
What exactly is she afraid of?
Before she could further ponder, a familiar figure approached from inside, smiling warmly, extending a hand, "Hello, I am A Group’s project leader, welcome aboard."
It was Jane Sheridan.
"Hello, I am Ann Vaughn." Ann Vaughn also extended her hand to shake, introducing herself.
She had a good relationship with Eli Sheridan, therefore there wasn’t a need to use the virtual name, Aquarelle Vaughn, with Jane Sheridan.
Jane Sheridan nodded slightly, and after introducing Ann Vaughn to the members nearby, she guided her to her seat.
"Actually, we’ve met before, it was the night when President Hawthorne asked me to report on the research progress. You were outside the window that time. But you probably didn’t notice me."
"The circumstances didn’t quite allow for a proper greeting," Ann Vaughn recalled that night’s events, couldn’t help but touch her wrist.
Being caught eavesdropping isn’t a good first impression.
Moreover, Jane Sheridan seems to have forgotten about that restaurant incident, so Ann Vaughn pretended not to know to avoid awkwardness.
"Our research progress is actually at an important stage, there aren’t any major issues we can’t solve, it’s just that your arrival might find things pretty relaxed," Jane Sheridan said with a continued friendly smile, showing no hostility.
Ann Vaughn understood the remark, her eyes slightly squinted with a smile in them, "I’m okay with being idle, just worried that about the daily summary President Hawthorne wants. Not easy to hand in."
Jane Sheridan raised an eyebrow, looked at her, thought for a moment then said, "Okay, then every day’s end I’ll write the summary and hand it to you, you can submit it directly to avoid mistakes."
"That’s unnecessary, since President Hawthorne sincerely hired me at a high salary for this consultation, it is not just for appearances," Ann Vaughn sat at her position with a subtle smile, "You go ahead with your work, I’ll take care of other matters."
"Alright, then I won’t disturb you as you familiarize yourself with the work."
After Jane Sheridan left, Ann Vaughn faintly withdrew her gaze, looking around for a while before standing up and leaving her seat.
...
Imperial Capital Kindergarten.
Sutton Jennings had Kenny’s small backpack hanging on his arm, holding his hand as they walked out of the office, advising him in a low voice, "Hide your little flip phone well, don’t let it be discovered."
"Don’t worry, Uncle Jennings, no one will find it," Kenny nodded his little head and then cheerfully put the compact mirror into the front pocket of his suspenders.
Sutton Jennings chuckled lightly at his words, then casually asked, "Did your mommy not come home last night?"