Chapter 564: Chapter 564: Is Vaughn Clinic Cursed or Something?
Leo suddenly understood Levi’s thoughts and shouted sharply at his retreating figure.
"If you still consider me your brother, don’t do anything that would betray the Family Head!"
Levi’s figure paused for two seconds at the corner of the stairs, then left decisively without hesitation.
Seeing this, Leo’s pupils slightly widened, and his throat felt dry,
He suddenly recalled some past events.
He and Levi were not biological brothers but the lowest level of slaves in the Beast Camp, where no one knew what dignity or backbone was.
Every day, people fought fiercely for half a loaf of bread, while others starved to death right before their eyes, unable to even close their eyes when dying...
The people in Beast Camp only knew they must survive, and they were no exception.
Until the day the Family Head took notice of them, they finally left that hell on earth, shedding more tears that day than they had in years of shedding blood.
They once swore a venomous oath to be loyal to the Family Head for life, or else they would never have food for the rest of their lives.
But the world outside of the hellish camp was so beautiful, so beautiful that it made people... forget who they originally were.
...
The Vaughn Clinic had just been shut down when Concordia Pharmaceuticals released news that a cancer cell inhibitor was already in development.
Previously, many companies wanted to invest in Vaughn Clinic to jointly participate in the inhibitor project, but Ann Vaughn declined each one as she had sufficient funding and no need for investment.
Those companies found their pleas unanswered and naturally harbored many grievances against Vaughn Clinic.
Therefore, in less than a day, President Conway received so many investment offers that his hands grew weak, his face full of triumphant smiles.
They were the first to offer investment to Vaughn Clinic back then but were rejected, so deep down, they couldn’t possibly be content.
Now, with the formula in their hands, why would they still rely on Vaughn Clinic for just a bit of profit sharing?
Perhaps Vaughn Clinic now has to turn around and beg them.
President Conway was immensely pleased and immediately formed a new project team to prioritize the research of the finished product.
It is widely known that the process of launching a drug is very long.
But even if it were longer, President Conway believed they had already gotten ahead of Vaughn Clinic, which was now shut down—how could it compete with them?
During the closure of Vaughn Clinic, Concordia frequently fueled online rumors, pushing Vaughn Clinic into the spotlight.
Lyncroft Studios.
In the makeup room of the just-started historical drama ’Phoenix’s Plot,’
"What kind of nonsense are these idiots spouting every day!" A handsome man, dressed in dark regal attire with a python belt, cursed suddenly.
His manager was amazed to hear Wilder talk so crudely for the first time, as he usually made people cry without using profanities.
Somewhat puzzled, "What’s wrong? Who’s irritated you now?"
"Ha!" Wilder glared at the words on the phone screen, laughing out loud, "Saying Ann Vaughn is attention-seeking, that the so-called inhibitor doesn’t exist, and it’s a staged act?"
The idea was infuriating enough to drive anyone mad.
He didn’t know Ann Vaughn well, but he was very clear about her character.
She couldn’t possibly use her talent and ability to deceive others.
Why?
Because she simply didn’t have the intellect to deceive anyone.
Upon hearing it’s about Ann Vaughn, the manager came over and saw the comment Wilder was reading.
"Thank god the true nature of that wretched clinic has been exposed, or how much longer would we be fooled by this b*tch? Enough talk, I’m off to disco to celebrate!"
Then, Wilder’s alternate account’s reply to the comment got posted.
"Disco? What if I disco on your grave and level the earth over you, how about that?"
Manager: "..." Good thing it’s an alternate account.
Or else, with those hands, Wilder would offend half the entertainment industry before earning the Best Actor award.
Just after having such thoughts, the manager’s expression suddenly changed: "Why are you about to switch to your main account if there’s room for discussion?"
When it comes to stopping Wilder, shouting is hardly effective.
A single post from the national Best Actor’s Weibo, directly placed Vaughn Clinic onto the trending search.
[@WilderSheridanV: Straight paths fear no shadows. @VaughnMedicalHall, Imperial Capital.]
No more words needed, just a brief statement instantly brought Concordia’s deliberately stirred wind direction back to its original place.
How could Concordia’s hired trolls compare with the national Best Actor’s nearing nine-digit fan base?
Within minutes, all negative comments about Vaughn Clinic were stomped out fiercely by fans finally finding a place to support their idol, replaced by a flood of praise.
Concordia was directly stunned.
What on earth is this situation?
Hell, is this Vaughn Clinic cursed??
"President Conway, I think this clinic is really weird... Ansel’s incident before is an example, should we avoid them and stay clear?" Concordia’s general manager said anxiously.
Ansel’s former general manager offended Vaughn Clinic, ended up in jail, and on top of that, Ansel is now on a decline.
Even earlier, The Snowbell Clinic... directly went bankrupt.
Is this phenomenon where anyone who messes with Vaughn Clinic gets ruined?
President Conway dismissed, "Ansel lost because they didn’t plan wisely, weren’t ruthless, and brought their own downfall. Now that Vaughn Clinic is in our hands, there’s only doom awaiting them."
"Well..."
"Alright, enough chatter, have someone keep a close watch on Vaughn Clinic. Did you find the one I told you to?"
The general manager immediately nodded, "The hacker you asked for has been found, but what do you need a hacker for?"
President Conway chuckled with greed: "My instinct tells me that woman might have more than just the inhibitor formula in her possession."
In the information era, many have abandoned paper records in favor of storing important files and documents, or diaries and notes, on phones or computers.
Ann Vaughn would naturally be no exception.
...
Even though Vaughn Clinic was shut down, the QY Research Institute remained unaffected, and a new batch of inhibitors had been sent for testing.
After visiting the research institute, Ann Vaughan returned to building 8 at eight thirty in the evening.
Typically, Kenny would be downstairs watching TV or assembling robots at this time; Ann Vaughan glanced at the empty living room and casually asked: "Uncle Dexter, is Kenny asleep already?"
"The young master said this afternoon that he is busy and told us not to disturb him; when I went upstairs to knock at dinner, he didn’t answer, so I left the tray at the door," Uncle Dexter responded worriedly.
Kenny, when focused, doesn’t like being disturbed, and to prevent that, he would inform Uncle Dexter in advance to let them know.