Chapter 671: Chapter 671: Don’t Go, I Beg You
He wasn’t lying; he truly didn’t know what Mommy was talking about.
He just casually mentioned to The Archfiend about the problem Mommy encountered.
This shouldn’t count as betraying Mommy, right??
...
The next day.
Flynn Murray, upon hearing about what happened at the Halloway Family last night, came to the Viridian Palace to check on the elders and brought Ann Vaughn some good news.
Just as Ann Vaughn previously suspected, the shareholders at the headquarters were strongly opposed to the formula reform, with fewer than three in support.
However, when the glaring benefits were placed before them, combined with Ann Vaughn’s endorsement as an international Divine Doctor.
To everyone’s surprise, no one opposed the formula reform anymore, nor questioned why Ann Vaughn was allowed to see their top-secret formula.
The quick change in attitude almost made Flynn Murray believe those stubborn shareholders had learned the art of face-changing.
Yet, considering the bait Ann Vaughn had thrown out and the proposal she provided, the shareholders couldn’t find a reason to refuse her.
Recalling how Ian Vaughn had said that Ann Vaughn wasn’t good at managing the company, so the Imperial Glory Branch in the Imperial Capital was handed to a manager for supervision.
Flynn Murray felt that she wasn’t actually bad at management, just simply lazy.
"Uncle Murray, this is the new formula. Please arrange for someone to test it as soon as possible and see if there’s anything that needs further improvement." As soon as she went downstairs, Ann Vaughn handed the newly completed improved formula to Flynn Murray.
Although she had mastered the ratio of the medicinal ingredients to perfection, and testing was not necessary,
The Vaughn Group from top to bottom was watching this formula reform, so she couldn’t just rely on her personal habits.
"Don’t worry, I’ll arrange for someone to do it as soon as possible." Flynn Murray hadn’t expected that in less than two days, she had already completed the improvement of the old formula, astonishing him with her speed.
No wonder Ann Vaughn dared to boldly propose the formula reform; it turns out she was confident and not acting on a whim.
Ann Vaughn nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Murray."
"Not at all. But have you heard about Sylvia Halloway’s father being implicated by her, losing his chance to inherit the Halloway Corporation, not even getting any shares, and the whole family being expelled from Marinia?"
"When did this happen?" Ann Vaughn was somewhat surprised, as she hadn’t even taken action yet.
And with Old Master Halloway’s hesitant stance last night, it was impossible for him to be so ruthless towards Sylvia Halloway.
"Some old friends of Old Mr. Vaughn in the political circles, upon hearing about what happened last night, were very angry at what Ian and the Vaughn Family suffered, and passed a few words to their subordinates." Flynn Murray explained.
Even though he didn’t elaborate, Ann Vaughn understood.
The Vaughn Family had been influential in politics for generations before Old Mr. Vaughn retired to personally care for Old Mrs. Vaughn.
A simple cough from them could cause waves in Marinia.
Although now engaged in business, and Ian is not involved in politics, the Vaughn Family’s network in the political world is still strong.
Since Old Master Vaughn retired, he has lived quietly, rarely going out or interacting with outsiders, entrusting everything to Ian and Flynn Murray to handle.
This caused many to forget how spirited this elderly man was in Marinia and even the entire S Country back in the day.
Ann Vaughn swallowed her white fragrance, her eyes gleaming with admiration for Old Mr. Vaughn as if they were starry, "No wonder they weren’t anxious when people were bullying us, while my grandparents were carefree enough to have sunflower seeds airlifted from abroad."
She thought they were pretending to be strong so that she wouldn’t worry... clearly, she overthought it.
As evening approached, Ann Vaughn first went to the hospital to see Ian Vaughn, then went to meet Jonah Lynch.
From the moment she entered the restaurant, that dangerous gaze that made her back feel chilly appeared again.
Throughout the meal, Ann Vaughn was tense, not even hearing what Jonah Lynch was saying, distractedly observing her surroundings.
Who knew that in this absent-mindedness, Jonah Lynch, with poor alcohol tolerance, accidentally drank a few too many glasses and got drunk.
"Could you, could you take, take me back to the ho-, hotel? The key is right, right here." Jonah Lynch took out the key, stammering, "I’m, I’m afraid someone might, try to take advantage of me."
Ann Vaughn: "..."
After asking the restaurant staff to help Jonah Lynch into the car, Ann Vaughn drove him back to the hotel he was staying at and asked the hotel staff to assist him to his room.
"You sleep, I’ll be going." Ann Vaughn looked at Jonah Lynch lying in the foyer, then turned to grasp the door handle.
In a flash, Jonah Lynch, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sat up and grabbed Ann Vaughn’s wrist, pitifully pleading like a puppy.
"Don’t go, I beg you."
...
Meanwhile.
In the black Maybach parked downstairs at the hotel.
The atmosphere in the cabin was frozen stiff, leaving no doubt that one might be chilled to death inside.
Mark Joyce looked nervously in the rearview mirror, meeting the man’s dark, deep eyes in which there wasn’t a hint of fluctuation, and shivered.
The BOSS rushed overnight to Marinia to find Miss Vaughn, only to see her enter the hotel with another man, how could he not be angry...
It’s over.
Even a deity cannot save Miss Vaughn today...
"Pre-, President Hawthorne, Miss Vaughn has been inside for fifteen minutes..." Mark Joyce cautiously reminded the man in the back seat, steeling his heart: "Perhaps Miss Vaughn is entangled and can’t get away, if that person tries anything, Miss Vaughn, a mere girl, could get hurt..."
"Shut up." A cold, sharp voice rang out from the back seat, making one’s scalp tingle.
Mark Joyce immediately closed his mouth.
You’re just being stubborn, clearly caring for Miss Vaughn but refusing to admit it, secretly spying at midnight...
If the alluring temptress outside steals Miss Vaughn’s heart, it will be too late.
...
In the room.
Ann Vaughn didn’t break free from Jonah Lynch’s hand, but as he was about to pounce, she swiftly stabbed a Golden Needle into an acupuncture point on his neck, watching him collapse like a jellyfish at her feet.
"Tsk, I knew you had a problem." Ann Vaughn kicked aside the unconscious Jonah Lynch lying in the foyer, her bright eyes filled with a hint of coldness, "Trying to act with me, did you forget which acting academy I graduated from?"
The chubby deskmate from her memory, who shared candies and was one of the rare kind classmates, had long been lost to the past.
Indeed, time can change a person.
Putting aside the intermittent sigh in her heart, Ann Vaughn took Jonah Lynch’s phone, sprinkled some powder on the screen, blew it off, and pressed the deepest fingerprints to unlock his phone.
The revelation was more shocking than expected.