Chapter 407: Chapter 407: Could He Be Committing a Crime?
"Miss Vaughn, are you... really sure you want to do this?" After listening, Mark Joyce somehow felt a pang in his teeth, like he’d just eaten a raw lemon.
"That’s right, just do as I say." Ann Vaughn nodded earnestly, "I need to go up and stall for a bit, so I’ll trouble you with that."
After saying that, Ann Vaughn picked up a bouquet of Ligularia and entered the building.
This kind of flower bouquet is rarely seen in The Imperial Capital or Marinia, plus its vibrant colors and delicate blooms make even a small bunch stunning and irresistible.
It’s the flower Ann Vaughn liked best when she was on the Isle of Flora.
All the way to the top floor, Ann Vaughn, holding the Ligularia bouquet, received countless envious gazes; if she hadn’t protected them carefully, she might have had a few blooms snatched away.
"What a beautiful bouquet! Miss Vaughn, where did you buy your flowers? I’ve never seen them before."
"Could I have one bloom? Please!"
"It’s Ligularia, isn’t it! It only grows in specific environments, and you can’t see it domestically."
The secretary’s office was mostly female, and instinctively they loved beautiful flowers, encircling Ann Vaughn one after another.
If it had been before, facing so many pretty ladies, Ann Vaughn would have painfully parted with them, but——
This bouquet was meant to appease The Archfiend, so she had better hold onto it!
"Why would you say that?" Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes curved as she looked at them with a smiling face, "All the ladies here just need to look in the mirror to find flowers more charming than this bouquet."
The secretaries were taken aback by her words, and by the time they reacted, Ann Vaughn had already slipped into the office.
"Wait... I forgot to say, right now, in the office..."
"Did she mean to say that we are more charming than flowers?! Our president, where did he find such a sweet little heart?"
"I always thought the president would like the mature, sexy type, but I didn’t expect it to be someone so young... Does she look like she’s of age?"
"Tsk, the president wouldn’t be committing a crime, would he?"
The bustling chatter from outside did not reach Ann Vaughn’s ears; her attention was completely captured by the woman sitting on the sofa.
The woman wore an off-shoulder, knee-length dress, casually covered by a black lace jacket. Her legs were slender and long, her physique perfectly proportioned, overwhelmingly sensual.
The woman also held a coffee cup, and upon seeing Ann Vaughn, she eyed her up and down, finally settling her gaze on the bouquet in her hands.
"Little sister, giving men flowers is outdated, they won’t buy it." The woman said with a condescending smirk, filled with provocation, "Men nowadays prefer this."
As she spoke, the woman casually adjusted her jacket, revealing a generous portion of her impressive bust.
Ann Vaughn blinked a few times, "Wow!"
But what does she mean by men nowadays prefer this...?
Ann Vaughn placed the bouquet on the table, then sat in her seat and casually hugged the carrot pillow resting on it.
Seeing the pillow in her arms made the woman’s eye twitch.
No one knew why there was a carrot and rabbit cushion on such a prestigious office seat, it looked extremely out of place.
Yet the secretary who led her in had repeatedly warned her not to sit on that seat.
There must be some taboo.
"Little sister, I advise you not to sit in that position; it’s not meant for you." The woman frowned, her tone peculiar.
Hearing "little sister" again almost made Ann Vaughn spit blood.
This woman must be doing it on purpose??
"Honestly, my son is already three years old." Ann Vaughn smiled faintly, calmly retaliating.
Son already...
The woman’s face stiffened for a moment, "Then what are you doing here?"
"Oh, just waiting for my boyfriend to get off work." She casually picked up a magazine and opened a page, answering nonchalantly.
"Well, go wait outside; I’ve arranged a meeting with President Hawthorne, really don’t have time to entertain you."
The way she said it made it seem like she was already the owner here.
Hearing this, the small flame inside Ann Vaughn’s heart soared, a hint of cold flashed in her bright eyes. She had to stay here and see what kind of matter this woman had with Cyrus Hawthorne! Got! To! See!
Click.
As the glass door of the office was opened, a tall and elegant figure walked in from outside, followed by several company executives, entering the office together.
Sitting on the sofa, Ann Vaughn heard the commotion and immediately lifted her head to look.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s deep eyes happened to sweep this way, landing on Ann Vaughn for less than two seconds before moving on to the woman.
"President Hawthorne." The woman glanced disdainfully at the sitting Ann Vaughn, then stood to greet him with a smile, "I had such a wait."
As she spoke, the woman slightly leaned forward, boldly exposing the view of her chest to the air, presenting herself for his appreciation.
Each executive’s eyes seemed glued to her, unable to look away.
Gulp.
From somewhere came the sound of someone swallowing.
The woman’s smile became even more radiant; she was very aware of her advantages and skilled at using them.
Due to the winter, Ann Vaughn, afraid of the cold, always wore more, appearing like a white fuzzball with no visible shape, only her delicate face looking incredibly young.
Although the woman was confident that with her impressive figure, Ann Vaughn was no match for her, merely having a pretty face wasn’t enough, but just in case, she promptly stood up.
——Silently blocking Ann Vaughn behind her with her body.
She had never met a man who could refuse her...
Sitting on the sofa, Ann Vaughn hugged her pillow tightly, her red lips slightly pouting, just about to speak when she was interrupted by a cold command.
"Leave."
She instinctively looked up, only to see Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold and indifferent gaze sweep over her before moving away.
Instantly, Ann Vaughn felt as if a sharp object had poked a hole in her heart, leaving a cold wind pouring in relentlessly.
Her limbs turned icy and numb, unable to feel any warmth...
"President Hawthorne asked you to leave, didn’t you hear?" The woman turned her head proudly to gaze at Ann Vaughn, having heard Cyrus Hawthorne’s words.
Ann Vaughn firmly pressed her red lips together, angrily threw away her carrot pillow, picked up the Ligularia bouquet, and stormed out.
Leave then!
Men are all just hoofed beasts!
Not just because her figure is a bit better, that part is at a higher altitude!
What’s so great about it, she has them too!
"Who told you to leave?" Just as she was about to exit the office, Cyrus Hawthorne’s cold voice rang out again from behind, carrying a slight dissatisfaction.