Chapter 583: Chapter 583: Suspected President Hawthorne’s Fiancée
President Conway initially thought the Vaughn Clinic was finished and couldn’t stir any waves anymore.
Unexpectedly, they played a brilliant move to strike at his foundation!
Concordia has invested an untold amount of resources into this project and secured numerous investment collaborations with it as a condition!
Now that the project is halted, the loss is unimaginable!
No wonder Imperial Glory remained silent after the Vaughn Clinic was investigated; they were waiting for him!
Truly——
Insidious and cunning!!
Understanding the true intentions of the Vaughn Clinic, President Conway’s anger overwhelmed him, causing him to collapse onto his office chair, his trembling finger pointing desperately at his drawer, "Medicine, medicine..."
"Not good, President Conway!" The office door suddenly swung open, and the assistant manager rushed in, face full of panic, "President Conway! The bastard who sold us the formula has turned against us and exposed our deal, now the media is waiting downstairs at the company!"
"Bastard!" President Conway spat out the word angrily, his eyes rolling back as he fainted on the spot!
...
The news of President Conway being rushed to the hospital due to a sudden heart attack quickly made the headlines, yet the public’s criticism of Conway did not diminish.
Moreover, Concordia’s stocks continued to plummet, and bankruptcy seemed imminent.
Upon hearing the news, the investors scrambled to withdraw their investments from Concordia, eager to distance themselves to avoid any trouble.
While outsiders might not see anything else, seasoned business veterans knew clearly that it wasn’t just a simple matter of offending the Vaughn Clinic.
There are only a handful of forces in The Imperial Capital and even in S Country that have the power to crush Concordia to such an extent, leaving it no room to fight back.
And none of them are ones they can afford to offend...
And at the center of it all, inside the Vaughn Clinic, everything remained peaceful.
"It’s really a dog-eat-dog show." Sherry commented, watching the tablet in Ann Vaughn’s hand, "I heard the researcher who jumped from Concordia to another pharmaceutical company took that formula with them, and once they find out the formula’s wrong, they’ll be furious."
Only now did Sherry understand why Ann Vaughn left the inhibitor formula unguarded in the clinic.
What if they did steal it?
The inhibitor contains nearly a hundred extracted ingredients.
By the time those researchers realize this, they’ll be helpless before the semi-finished product, powerless no matter what.
Ann Vaughn hadn’t expected Conway’s karma to catch up with him this fast, and it didn’t seem like the handiwork of the medical research institute, either.
It felt more like someone was manipulating things behind the scenes to push Conway toward bankruptcy...
Perhaps she was overthinking it.
Thinking this, Ann Vaughn stopped looking at the report on Conway and clicked back.
The automatically refreshed page immediately showed a headline marked "Explosive."
Ann Vaughn was about to exit the app when she paused upon spotting a familiar building in the image, then clicked to enlarge it.
The woman captured in the photo was surprisingly Miyi Yates.
Perhaps due to the high-definition image and blown-up smaller images indicating blank spaces, even the suspicious red mark on her neck was captured clearly.
Ann Vaughn felt a jolt in her heart, and her fingers accidentally brushed the screen, causing her to exit back just in time to see the news headline:
[Mystery Woman Spends the Night at Hawthorne Group, Suspected to be President Hawthorne’s Fiancée?]
The whistleblower of this news was purportedly an employee within the Hawthorne Group, detailing when Miyi Yates entered and left the president’s office, with photographs as evidence.
Previously, the pictures seemed like candid shots, particularly one where Miyi Yates looked worn out leaving the office, taken from a highly suggestive angle.
It was hard not to let thoughts wander astray.
Ann Vaughn felt her mind go blank with a buzz, staring blankly at the picture, her lips pressing tighter and tighter.
"Annie? Annie?" Just after ending a call, Sherry returned to the lounge, noticing Ann Vaughn’s stunned expression and called out twice, perplexed.
Seeing no response, Sherry peeked at the tablet in her hands.
"These marketing accounts just love to exaggerate, turning falsehoods into truths. Just look at it, it’s not credible." Sherry patted Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, comforting her.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes flickered, the smile lingering at the corners of her mouth a bit bitter, "It’s not false."
"I went to Hawthorne Corp. yesterday. Cian’s secretary told me he wasn’t in the office. But in fact, he was there, just..." Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze, her voice slightly hoarse, "He lied to me."
Up until the last moment, she thought that perhaps those female employees knew she was also in the restroom then and said those things intentionally for her to hear.
Though she held some suspicions at the time, she later reconsidered why believe in the words of those harboring ill intentions?
But now...
Sherry, unaware of this part, felt a surge of anger, "Could he really be with another woman..."
"I don’t know." Ann Vaughn’s lashes quivered, her face a bit pale, "The first time might be a coincidence, the second perhaps I overthought, but the third time?"
Miyi Yates spent the night in his office, leaving only this morning. Could she really be overthinking again?
She remembered Vera White mentioning before that during the years Cian studied abroad, Miyi Yates was always by his side.
At the time, she didn’t dwell on it, choosing to focus on their future instead of getting hung up on ambiguous past events.
——But reality came back to slap her in the face.
Sherry furrowed her brow, looking at Ann Vaughn’s pale complexion, and sighed softly.
Even though she might comfort Ann Vaughn once, twice, or even three times.
But this is a knot in their relationship that outsiders can’t untangle.
Just then, the phone rang suddenly, pulling Ann Vaughn back from her lengthy thoughts.
She picked it up and saw it was from her assistant.
"Hello?"
"President Vaughn, the new batch of aromatic balls was delivered to the company yesterday. Per your instructions, they’ve been sent to the listed individuals for initial testing. And there’s a discussion about the endorsement partnership with Irene Pierce at eleven this morning, is that convenient for you?"
Ann Vaughn paused, "What about Elias?"
"Manager Hawthorne decided this morning to inspect Mount Verne, he’s not in the office right now," the assistant replied. "Before leaving, Manager Hawthorne asked me to inform you."
Because Elias’s decision was made last minute, the assistant didn’t have time to notify Ann Vaughn in advance.
Ann Vaughn glanced at the clock on the wall, standing as she spoke, "Organize the contract and materials on the aromatic balls, I’ll head over now."
"Alright."