Chapter 316: Chapter 316: The One Who Loves You Most Is Him
"We plan to divide the construction into four different areas, and we’ll make improvements in terms of transportation..."
The more the person in charge spoke, the more he noticed the BOSS’s face turning increasingly cold and intimidating. In that instant, he almost imagined a hundred different ways he might die.
Just then, Mark Joyce walked in with a phone, and said to Cyrus Hawthorne, "President Hawthorne, Director Shaw is looking for you regarding Miss Vaughn’s resignation. He wants to report it to you."
Who bullied the little one?
Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes flashed sharply. He took the phone handed over by Mark Joyce, stood up, and said coldly to the executives below, "Meeting dismissed."
Then he strode towards the exit of the conference room.
The person in charge suddenly felt a sense of surviving a near-death experience, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and didn’t even have time to grab his files. He rushed forward and stopped Mark Joyce who was about to leave.
"Special Assistant Joyce, who is that Miss Vaughn you mentioned just now? It’s the first time I’ve seen President Hawthorne dismiss a meeting before it ends!"
"Exactly, you can’t hide such a lifesaving charm to yourself, let us cling to a bigwig, and gain a few more lives when facing President Hawthorne."
"Could she be the future Young Madam of our group? I seem to smell the scent of a savior that’s going to liberate us from our sleepless nights!"
Lifesaving charm? Cling to a bigwig? Savior?
Mark Joyce smiled slightly, "If you want to save your lives, staying as far away from this lady as possible is the best strategy."
He often ended up pierced by President Hawthorne’s icy gaze just for accidentally talking a bit more with Miss Vaughn.
If these men, though married, dared to get a little too close to Miss Vaughn, they must not value their lives. :)
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After finishing the conversation with Shane Shaw, Ann Vaughn walked out of the research institute.
The black Maybach Exelero parked not far away was particularly eye-catching, instantly capturing all of Ann Vaughn’s attention.
As if seeing Ann Vaughn, the car drove up to her and stopped. A low, indifferent voice came from inside, "Get in."
Ann Vaughn snapped out of her daze, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat. Seeing the elegant man on the other side working on his computer, she was a little surprised, "Did you come here specifically to pick me up?"
"Came to inspect and picked you up by the way." Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t even lift his eyes, answering succinctly.
So that’s how it is.
Ann Vaughn rubbed her nose, reddened by the cold wind, and couldn’t help but scold herself internally, why be so sentimental for no reason.
Just as this thought emerged, she felt her left hand being held by a pair of warm large hands. With just a gentle grip, her entire hand was engulfed in his palm.
"Wearing so little, do you want to get sick?" Cyrus Hawthorne frowned slightly, cast a cold glance at Ann Vaughn, and his grip on her small hand tightened slightly.
The continuous warmth from his palm made Ann Vaughn freeze momentarily, inevitably recalling some not-so-harmonious intimate scenes from the previous night.
Especially clear was, in the dim light, the sensual curve of his Adam’s apple, slightly moving, as sweat droplets slid to the collarbone, as if coloring his slightly pale chest, rising and falling...
Boom!
Ann Vaughn’s porcelain white face turned beet red, her eyelashes trembling as she dared not look at Cyrus Hawthorne’s profile anymore, using her small hand to gently cover her nose.
In broad daylight, what on earth is she thinking!
Just then, the phone in her pocket rang, and to conceal her awkwardness, Ann Vaughn hurriedly picked it up to answer.
"Brother Shane?"
Engrossed in work, Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrow eyes squinted slightly, but his gaze remained on the computer, showing no change.
"Annie." Sutton Jennings’ clear voice emanated from the other end, "I’ve already reviewed the files you sent. There’s nothing majorly wrong overall, but given the established nature of the domestic pharmaceutical industry, rushing in might lead to targeting. I personally recommend collaborating with other credible companies..."
"However, could I ask why you decided to abandon the Eli Sheridan line? The Sheridan Family owns several hospitals and pharmaceutical factories across the country, making it a great choice for you."
Ann Vaughn’s face fell, "I haven’t mentioned this to Elliot yet, afraid he’d rush back to reprimand me."
Moreover, she hadn’t told Eli Sheridan about the formula leak incident, having forgotten amidst his last reprimand.
Sutton Jennings chuckled lightly, his voice sounding as if it carried another meaning, "He wouldn’t, he cares for you the most."
Compared to his cautious nature, weighing everything, Eli Sheridan, who acted without concern, was much more straightforward.
Self-mockery welled up in him, softening the smile on Sutton Jennings’ face.
Unaware of this, Ann Vaughn, upon hearing this, recalled past words from Eli Sheridan and couldn’t help but laugh, "Maybe it’s because I’m the only one who’d listen to him scold me on the phone for an hour without hanging up."
"By the way..." Ann Vaughn wanted to ask Sutton Jennings about any other issues with the project plan when a "beep" sounded from the phone, followed by a busy tone.
She glanced at it in confusion, only to find the signal was gone!
In Downtown Imperial Capital, the signal’s gone??
Is this a horror film?
"What’s going on? This isn’t the suburbs, why does the signal drop all of a sudden..." Ann Vaughn found it hard to comprehend, then turned sideways to look at Cyrus Hawthorne’s computer, "Can the computer still get a signal?"
Before she could see clearly, Cyrus Hawthorne closed the laptop, his voice faint, "Perhaps there’s a signal jammer nearby, it might get better once we pass this road."
"Really?" Ann Vaughn was half-convinced as she looked out the car window, missing the sudden smile that curled at the man’s lips beside her.
Sitting in the front seat, Mark Joyce: Really, President Hawthorne, signal jamming isn’t supposed to be used like this!
Once they reached Azure Gardens, the phone signal gradually returned.
Ann Vaughn got out of the car, intending to bid Cyrus Hawthorne farewell, only to see him stepping out from the other side as well, her heart skipping a beat, "Aren’t you going back to the company?"
"In a while." Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, then walked into the elevator.
Ann Vaughn hesitated a bit and followed him in. Fortunately, Kenny had school today, so he wouldn’t be at home and wouldn’t run into Cyrus Hawthorne.
But, she felt that his demeanor seemed a bit cold since earlier.
Even as the elevator reached the destination, Cyrus Hawthorne’s handsome face showed no expression, only the gaze on Ann Vaughn’s back becoming deeper and deeper.
Just as Ann Vaughn was about to step out of the elevator, she heard him ask, "Don’t you have something to say to me?"
"What?" Ann Vaughn paused, staring at him blankly.
"Forget it." Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression turned slightly stern, his words rolled off his lips as if returning from Kryos, chilling to the bone.
What does "forget it" mean?
Before Ann Vaughn could ask for clarity, the elevator door closed, completely cutting off her view.
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she seemed to feel that Cyrus Hawthorne...
was angry.
Just then, the elevator doors suddenly reopened again.