Chapter 627: Chapter 627: Sudden Changes
"About a month ago." The assistant thought for a few seconds before saying, "Manager Hawthorne seemed to just ask casually, and apart from this matter, he didn’t inquire about anything else regarding you, so I didn’t inform you."
"It’s okay to let Elias know." After listening to the assistant, Ann Vaughn chuckled, "Find a chance later and reveal my schedule to him."
The assistant immediately understood what she meant, "I know what to do."
Just then, the assistant’s phone began to vibrate. He quickly scanned the contents on the screen and told Ann Vaughn, who was about to enter the elevator.
"President Vaughn, the Institute of Medical Research has published an article mentioning you and Vaughn Clinic; take a look."
Ann Vaughn took his tablet, entered the elevator while quickly browsing through the article, and then scrolled down to the comments section.
"Inhibitor... What’s with that name? Is she a pharmacist herself?"
Ann Vaughn’s gaze fell on this trending comment, and her thin eyebrows unconsciously furrowed slightly.
Initially, the comments weren’t focused on this but only started speculating after this comment was pushed to the top.
There were even insiders starting to explain what a "pharmacist" is in the replies, mentioning that they were once renowned but disappeared without successors.
"The correct term isn’t pharmacist; it’s pharmaceutical chemist, and it’s different from what we know today."
"According to my great-grandfather, normal physicians assess talent and perseverance, but pharmaceutical chemists focus purely on physique and innate talent, disregarding acquired efforts. In essence, it’s all about fate."
"Drugs developed by pharmaceutical chemists are more effective than ordinary ones, with unexpected miraculous effects. My great-grandfather mentioned a kind of chemist who knew how to extract the essence from herbs; a single medicine would have fetched a king’s ransom a hundred years ago."
"As of now, the owner of Vaughn Clinic might actually be a pharmaceutical chemist with considerable skills."
Oh no.
Seeing the logical analysis from that netizen, Ann Vaughn felt a cold chill throughout her heart.
How can these people be so capable? Even judging professions with no basis?
"President Vaughn, should I have those comments deleted?" The assistant, realizing Ann Vaughn seemed troubled by these comments, suggested.
"No need." Ann Vaughn handed the tablet back to him, gazing downward in thought, "Deleting comments now would make us look guilty and invite more suspicion."
"Then your intention is?"
Ping.
Coincidentally, the elevator arrived on the ground floor, Ann Vaughn glanced at the display screen above, and told the assistant, "Find some bots and do the opposite."
"Understood. Take care." The assistant followed Ann Vaughn out of the elevator, saw her into her car, and then headed back to the office.
Unexpectedly, just as he returned, he saw Elias Hawthorne walking quickly in his direction, somewhat surprised, "Manager Hawthorne? Weren’t you supposed to have a meeting soon? Why did you come down?"
"Where is she?" Elias looked behind him, glimpsed the car that had just left, and his light blue eyes darkened slightly.
"Are you referring to President Vaughn? She just left, but you can call her if you have something urgent."
Elias nodded expressionlessly, "Next time she’s here, inform me in advance." After saying this, he turned and headed toward the elevator.
The assistant stood puzzled, suddenly realizing Ann Vaughn’s advice to be cautious of Elias was probably justified.
Today, Ann Vaughn didn’t go to her office, she went straight to the studio to see Quinn.
Which brings up the question, how did Elias know?
...
During a long red light, Ann Vaughn opened WeChat to check messages, and happened to see the message Susie Sommers sent her last night.
[Do you think Silas Master Moore is out of his mind? We bumped into each other in a restaurant, and he insisted that I can’t stop thinking about him, warning me to watch myself... I want to spin him with a boomerang!]
[Even if I’m supposed to miss someone, it should be figuring out how to make him call me Auntie!]
[I’m struggling. Where are you, girl? Is your nightlife starting already? Want to go out for a drink?]
Just reading the text, Ann Vaughn could sense Susie’s furious desire to tear Silas apart.
Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but chuckle and was about to reply to Susie when a news alert scrolled across the top of her screen.
She glanced at it casually, and her eyes suddenly stopped.
"Marinia’s richest man Stanley Sheridan heartbroken over loss of daughter, faints and is hospitalized."
Ann Vaughn pursed her red lips, sent the prepared message to Susie, then exited the chat and found the WeChat exchange with Wilder Sheridan, typing quickly.
[The news says your dad fainted from anger?]
After sending that line, Ann Vaughn looked up to see the red light had turned green, placed her phone on the passenger seat, and drove away.
Her mind was preoccupied with the incidents involving The Mermaid Princess and Cynthia Vaughn, feeling that although these two events seemed unrelated, somehow there was a connection.
What puzzled her most was the deal her great-grandfather made with The Mermaid Princess years ago, causing her mother such panic and fear.
Before Ann Vaughn could figure it out, she arrived at Vaughn Clinic.
But an unexpected guest appeared.
"Miss Vaughn." Upon seeing Ann Vaughn enter, Norn, waiting in the lounge, immediately stood up to greet her.
Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly sensing a premonition of trouble, "Mr. Norn, what brings you here?"
"I’ve come today mainly to ask you to accompany us to treat Miss."
Oh dear.
Her damned intuition.
Yesterday in the cafe, besides Kressiel’s reluctance to be treated, Ann Vaughn mainly left decisively to avoid getting involved with outsiders again.
Even though Kressiel didn’t want her treatment, Ann Vaughn felt somewhat relieved.
But how can people change their minds so quickly?
"I’m afraid that’s not possible." Ann Vaughn resisted the urge to twitch her lips slightly and spoke apologetically, "Perhaps Mr. Norn is not familiar with the practice here; in our country, medical appointments must follow a sequence."
"Sequence?" Norn showed a puzzled expression, clearly unaware of such a concept.
Given Kressiel’s status, she always quickly got whatever she wanted without regard for rules.
"If you make an appointment for Kressiel now, she’d probably have to wait until next month." Ann Vaughn glanced at the appointment list, inwardly nodding in praise.
Fortunately, the lineup of appointments was long enough to provide a suitable excuse to decline Norn.
"We have limited time and cannot wait until next month; could you accommodate this experience for us?"