Chapter 317: Chapter 317: Teaching Them a Lesson
Ann Vaughn’s dim eyes lit up slightly. She was about to say something but couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed when she saw the person in the elevator.
"Annie, why are you here?!" Sherry exited the elevator with a peculiar look, eyeing Ann Vaughn as if examining something. "Weren’t you just..."
Seeing Sherry’s wary expression as if not recognizing her, Ann Vaughn frowned slightly, "What’s wrong? I just got back from the research institute."
"From the research institute?" Sherry’s voice suddenly became much louder, "You didn’t go to the studio just now?!"
Hearing this, Ann Vaughn also sensed something amiss and asked coldly, "Did a woman who looks a lot like me go to the studio? What did she tell you?"
Only then did Sherry realize she had been deceived, her expression somewhat heavy, "She gave me two invitations and said she forgot where she put the prescription, asking me to give it to her."
"Did you give it to her?"
"Luckily, you took the prescription with you when you left the studio last night, so I didn’t give it to her, but... she took the last two bottles of trauma extraction potion and three incense balls left in the studio."
Even Sherry, who had been with her for so long, was deceived by that woman...
Ann Vaughn pressed her red lips tightly, a chill passing over her eyes. Was she considered dead, being impersonated and used for deceit with a face so similar to hers?
"Let me see the invitation."
Sherry quickly took out the invitations and handed them to Ann Vaughn.
The words "The Snowbell Clinic" on the invitation were gilded in pure gold, incredibly luxurious and high-end, instantly signaling the extraordinary status of its owner to the discerning eye.
Ann Vaughn swiftly glanced at the hotel address for The Snowbell Clinic’s opening banquet, her red lips curving slightly, "I’ll swing by tomorrow night."
"That woman deliberately left two invitations. She likely wants to lure you in, so why would you go?" Sherry was somewhat disapproving.
"Why?" Ann Vaughn raised her gaze, her eyes gleaming with a cool detachment, "Naturally, to teach them a lesson."
...
The next day.
Early in the morning, Ann Vaughn received a call from Shane Shaw, suggesting she reconsider resigning. He also informed her that he had found out who was causing trouble at the institute and had dismissed them.
Once dismissed by QY Research Institute, one could only halt in their research career for life.
This outcome was something Ann Vaughn never expected. She had thought a verbal warning would suffice, especially since she, as the victim, hadn’t pursued it, making a severe penalty improbable.
She hadn’t anticipated an outright dismissal.
Though she had always been easygoing, thinking she’d never offended anyone, she had no sympathy for someone who brought trouble upon themselves.
Ann Vaughn didn’t ask who it was, politely declined Shane Shaw’s suggestion, and then hung up, tossing the matter aside.
Looking down at the future plan chart on her desk, Ann Vaughn felt overwhelmed.
This was something she was not good at. She had only managed to draft a rough outline with difficulty.
Although Sutton Jennings could offer her opinions, it’s a stretch to have someone standing at the pinnacle of danger handle such matters, so she could only grind through it herself.
Should I...
Ann Vaughn glanced at her phone, a thought popping into her head, but she immediately dismissed it.
No, Cyrus Hawthorne is already busy enough, there’s no need to bother him with this minor issue.
With that thought, Ann Vaughn took a deep breath and immersed herself back into planning.
Close to five o’clock, Sherry knocked on her door, "Annie, the banquet begins at six-thirty, don’t forget."
Upon the reminder, Ann Vaughn picked up her phone to check the time, feeling a headache from the accumulating text and WeChat messages.
But that person hadn’t sent a single message since last night.
Ann Vaughn, with pursed lips, opened the chat labeled "The Archfiend," hesitated for a moment, and then started typing.
"Are you free tonight? Could you help me review my plan chart?"
"Did I say something wrong last night? You seemed pretty angry."
"Was Belle’s dismissal from the research institute related to you? I was going to resign even without this matter."
After typing each word, Ann Vaughn slowly pressed the delete key to erase it all.
In the end, she didn’t send even a single message.
Her finger rested on the delete key as she looked at the line she aimlessly typed: "Forget it, maybe you’ll get full from anger."
Truly adding fuel to the fire...
She simply tossed the phone aside, got up to grab the gown she planned to wear that night, and headed into the bathroom.
Just as Ann Vaughn entered the bathroom, Kenny pushed the door open and walked in, "Mommy?"
Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, Kenny clasped his hands behind his back like a little adult and sauntered around the room, sniffing with his little nose.
Good, that nasty man hasn’t been here today.
Thinking this, Kenny climbed onto a chair, looked at the unfinished plan chart on Ann Vaughn’s desk, and frowned slightly.
Hmm, what can I say? While Mommy is perfect in many areas, she has almost zero business acumen.
But there is a ready-made labor force, so why should Mommy exert herself?
Kenny giggled mischievously, extending his naughty hand toward Ann Vaughn’s phone, opening WeChat.
The little devil saw the line Ann Vaughn had already typed, deleted it, and sent a new message instead.
He didn’t believe The Archfiend could resist this?
...
As night fell, at The Imperial Palace Hotel, surrounded by a lake in the center of The Imperial Capital.
The Snowbell Clinic had been open for less than half a month, but its reputation had already spread throughout the elite circles of the Capital. The reason was none other than the owner, rumored to be the recently discovered third Miss of the Sheridan Family.
At the recognition banquet held by the Sheridan Family recently, Family Head Stanley Sheridan had gifted 5% of the Sheridan Group’s shares to this young lady, not to mention the properties, jewelry, and luxury cars.
Those unaware might think Stanley had cleared out all of the Sheridan’s assets for this third Miss.
But those in the know understood that these were merely the tip of the iceberg of the Sheridans.
Even so, it was enough to make most people envious, wishing they could take her place, indicating how favored this third Miss was within the Sheridan Family.
Therefore, the noblemen and socialites attending her clinic’s opening were countless, all eager to connect with her.
Just before the banquet was about to start, there was suddenly a commotion at the entrance of the banquet hall.
Instantly, it seemed as if all the world’s light focused on that cold and dignified man, leaving people only daring to gaze from afar, not daring to approach.
As if a deity.