Chapter 198: Chapter 198: His Obsession Became a Dream
"Is it not supposed to be like this?"
"Don’t you have any brains?" Cillian Morgan was utterly exhausted, proving that his family had spoiled Serena Morgan’s brains away. "In any case, don’t mess with me. If you damage the company’s interests, there will be consequences!"
Though that woman just now was indeed a rare beauty, he had no wish to have his life ended by Eli Sheridan!
The conversation between the siblings was naturally unknown to Ann Vaughn.
After they walked away, she lifted herself from Eli Sheridan’s shoulder, resting her chin in a gossipy manner, clicking her tongue.
"Elliot, this romantic involvement seems to be a tough one for you."
It even required her to fend off potential suitors, indicating that the girl just now was not easy to deal with.
Eli Sheridan was amused by Ann Vaughn’s teasing tone, "It’s a bad romance. She helped me out once, and lately, my grandmother is so fond of her that she wishes to betroth her to me immediately."
His eye condition was inadvertently cured by Serena Morgan, so it wouldn’t be right for him to treat her coldly based on sentiment and reason.
However, he tries to support the Morgan Family in business, whether through concessions or cooperation.
Serena Morgan should never have set her sights on him.
Unfortunately, because the grandmother has been unable to find her granddaughter, she has placed all her longing onto Serena Morgan, leaving him with little to say.
Ann Vaughn nodded understandingly, "It’s not easy for you."
After speaking, she saw Eli Sheridan rubbing his eyes helplessly and wanted to ask about the recent recurrence of his eye condition.
After all, two years ago, after she performed acupuncture on him, he was brought back to the country by the Sheridan Family, and she had not looked into it further as she was busy with the virus issue.
Later, when she saw Eli Sheridan again, he was already able to see normally, so Ann Vaughn did not ask much.
"Mommy, did you eat a bite of my ice cream, Kenny’s ice cream is missing a bite?"
The words that Ann Vaughn wanted to ask were stuck in her throat as she looked at Kenny seriously, her pretty face wrinkled, "Just... one bite."
Who knew that this would lead her to forget that question completely.
At this moment, Ann Vaughn had no idea that because she didn’t ask that question today, it would bring countless trouble in the future...
...
Inside the medical research institute.
"Come on, everyone, let’s get fired up to the utmost!" With these words resonating in the laboratory.
A man in a black suit, custom-made by a renowned designer, with an exquisite and towering demeanor, steps in steadily.
The face, meticulously carved, appeared as cold as winter frost, with fine brows and lips slightly pursed, exuding mature charm yet warding off anyone daring to approach recklessly.
"President Hawthorne, this way please. We’re conducting experimental research for that project," the head of the research institute followed beside the man, full of flattery, ushering him inside.
Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly and followed him into the innermost tightly closed laboratory.
The fingerprint verification outside the laboratory flashed briefly with the word "Virus."
Upon seeing Cyrus Hawthorne enter, the originally frowning faces of the researchers instantly straightened up, each one sitting upright.
They were just short of standing at attention.
"President Hawthorne, please wait a moment." After the director finished speaking respectfully, he immediately ordered his subordinates to begin the experiment.
In transparent experimental containers, a few lab mice that had been administered some liquid were lively for a minute.
By two minutes, one by one, they stopped moving.
The director explained to Cyrus Hawthorne about the ongoing experiments while fully unaware that the man’s mind was elsewhere.
Cyrus Hawthorne was holding a thin, black phone between his fingers, and he checked it almost every few minutes.
Each time he looked at it, his complexion grew a shade darker.
By the time the director finished his gushing explanation, Cyrus Hawthorne’s face looked as though it could drip ink.
The director’s heart skipped a beat. Had he said something wrong?
He had to gather his courage and ask, "President Hawthorne, is there something we’re not doing well enough? Please, let us know!"
Cyrus Hawthorne withdrew his gaze slightly from the phone, glancing coldly at the experiment station, and voiced a few questions, causing the director to hold his breath.
"You are well aware of my bottom line; Hawthorne Corp. does not keep the useless."
"Yes, yes, we assure you, we will do everything we can to ensure your satisfaction!"
Fifteen minutes later, coming out from the research institute.
Cyrus Hawthorne sat in the back seat of the car, his face cold, calling Mark Joyce, "How’s it going?"
"President Hawthorne, we’ve nearly turned all of The Imperial Capital upside-down in our search, yet we haven’t found any trace of Miss Vaughn, nor haven’t even traced... her existence." Mark Joyce was sweating profusely, feeling helpless.
Unless he had an extraordinary ability, he couldn’t possibly "find" Miss Vaughn.
Perhaps he should enlist some spiritual masters; otherwise, where would he find them?
Cyrus Hawthorne had little patience left, though. He opened his laptop with one hand, his voice as cold as ice, "A bunch of useless people."
Those long narrow eyes, dark and brooding, seemed as if they would engulf the world’s light, taking with them the last shred of hope, plunging deeply into despair.
Hanging up the phone, Cyrus Hawthorne leaned back slightly against the seat, the sexy curve of his throat constricted, moving up and down, his jawline tensed, exuding indescribable loneliness.
Could obsession turn into a dream?
...
The conference was set to be held at The Azure Pavilion.
Ann Vaughn drove there alone, parked her car in the parking lot, and walked into the glass elevator, pressing the button for the nineteenth floor.
The venue was on the nineteenth floor, and the organizer had messaged Ann Vaughn the day before, saying they would personally greet her at the entrance, and she must not refuse.
The elevator ascended quickly and soon arrived on the nineteenth floor.
"...now you’re telling me you can’t make it? Do you understand the importance of today’s event? Don’t come again if you can’t show up!"
As Ann Vaughn stepped out of the elevator, she saw a man wearing an elegant suit with a rose in his breast pocket berating someone over the phone in a low, angry tone.
This person is probably one of the event’s organizers, Ann Vaughn thought.
"I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t be late, am I?"
The manager’s chest was still full of anger, and suddenly hearing this clear and sharp female voice, he turned his head. For a moment, he even forgot to scold anyone, his eyes going wide.
Working in a high-end venue like The Azure Pavilion, the manager had seen many rich young ladies and popular female celebrities.
But this woman in front of him, with skin like snow and wearing a gorgeously elegant cheongsam, still took his breath away.
"No, you’re not late, you arrived just in time." A layer of light suddenly gleamed in the manager’s eyes, "The performance is about to begin. Your cheongsam is perfect, no need to change for the guzheng performance. You can just go on stage and start performing."
It wasn’t for nothing looking after those assistants, who knew to bring in reinforcements. Otherwise, he would’ve skinned them alive today!
Go on stage and perform?