Chapter 484: Chapter 484: Laura Quinn’s Twin Sister
When she saw the name displayed on the screen, Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up, and she picked up the phone to answer, "Hello?"
"Miss Vaughn, we have results regarding the matter you entrusted us with. However, it’s difficult to explain everything over the phone. I will organize the information and send it to your email shortly, so you can take a look."
"So soon?" Ann Vaughn blinked in surprise, then stood up and headed to her room, politely saying, "Thank you for your help this time."
"No trouble at all. If you need anything else, feel free to contact us; we are always at your service."
The other person’s tone of guilt and flattery went unnoticed by Ann Vaughn, who only felt that things were progressing smoother than she had imagined.
Looking at the computer screen filled with more than a dozen pages of detailed information, Ann couldn’t help but be impressed, "They truly are a top-tier investigation company in the country..."
It’s been less than a day since she commissioned the investigation.
Setting aside other thoughts, Ann Vaughn quickly browsed through the investigation report.
Yet, Ann didn’t anticipate that her commission was merely to investigate who Laura Quinn had contacted on her car on the day Ann went missing and how that car was parked.
These documents, however, recorded Laura Quinn’s life from birth to the present status in great detail.
Truly dedicated...
Ann Vaughn’s lips curled slightly, her gaze suddenly pausing on the middle passage.
"...Two orphan-born twin sisters, one named Wanda Chamberlain, with a fiery temper that often led to conflicts with Laura Quinn, out of guilt Laura would always give in... until a yacht vacation, Wanda was pushed into the sea by Laura, since then she perished."
Seeing this, Ann suddenly recalled what Bella Hawthorne had privately revealed to her last time, indicating that Wanda’s death was accidental.
How come the investigation team found that it was Laura who pushed her into the sea?
Unfortunately, there is very little information about Wanda, and despite her curiosity, Ann can only stop abruptly and continue reading.
It’s astonishing how many lives that Laura, who always regarded herself as noble, had taken, not to mention some actions were so heinous that it was outrageous—
Ann Vaughn took a sharp breath, feeling a chill climb her spine.
The initial doubts about Wanda’s death increased to certainty.
Remembering the time Laura brought her chicken soup at the hospital, appearing so nonchalant as if a human life meant nothing, causing Ann to hesitate.
Now, she felt certain that to Laura Quinn, human lives were no more than grass...
Does Cyrus Hawthorne know about these incidents?
Or perhaps he’s aware but has been covering for her?
Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze, her fingers involuntarily gripping the mouse, her thoughts spreading like invasive weeds, disturbing her peace of mind.
After sitting at the table for a while, Ann Vaughn picked up her phone again and, after some deliberation, sent Bella Hawthorne a message.
Usually quick to respond, Bella Hawthorne took nearly ten minutes of "typing" before Ann received a reply.
[Sister-in-law, I just happen to have time tomorrow, when should we meet?]
Tomorrow?
Ann Vaughn glanced at her memo and silently noted the coincidence that she had an appointment with Ansel Pharma tomorrow too, but that was in the afternoon, so she should be able to make it.
[Can we meet at 5:30 in the evening?]
[Of course, let’s meet at the family’s residence then!]
...
The next day.
After diagnosing ten patients as usual, Ann Vaughn went into the pharmacy room, organized the documents and files concerning the new medication into a folder, and prepared to leave for her appointment.
When Ann Vaughn arrived at the café, the other party hadn’t arrived yet, so she ordered a cup of hot cocoa and sat down to wait slowly.
It wasn’t until nearly an hour later that Ansel’s general manager finally arrived.
"Terribly sorry, the company’s affairs have kept me tied up, and I was a bit late. I hope you don’t mind?" The other party said as he put down his briefcase and summoned the waiter, "A latte, please."
"I just arrived myself, President Fuller, don’t worry about it." Ann Vaughn, pretending not to hear the other person’s apparent indifference, smiled lightly and placed the folder on the table.
President Fuller nodded as she spoke and opened the folder, broadly scanning the information within.
Seeing this, Ann Vaughn faintly furrowed her brows, soon returning to normal.
"This..." President Fuller skimmed through several pages, his expression a bit critical, "Though the flu has been severe lately, easily contagious and recurring, your medication seems too effective for just one dose, which isn’t quite suitable."
"Where do you think it’s unsuitable?"
President Fuller chuckled, sitting upright with his arms on the table, looking at Ann Vaughn, "Don’t you understand, Miss Vaughn? If there truly is a medication that’s effective in one dose, it’s great for the patients, but it doesn’t benefit our company’s profits much."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn’s expression immediately cooled, furrowing her brows to retort, "So your intention is to not cure the patients instantly but to do so gradually, until you’ve profited enough, is that right?"
"Exactly." President Fuller nodded arrogantly, "Doesn’t Miss Vaughn want to earn more?"
Oh...
Ann Vaughn almost couldn’t hold back from laughing in this fool’s face.
There is no one who doesn’t love money; she is no exception.
But not by earning it in such ways.
If not for having heard about Ansel’s excellent reputation in the industry as an established company, Ann Vaughn wouldn’t have even considered collaborating with them, especially since it was Ansel that approached Vaughn Clinic for collaboration.
But given that she missed the first meeting initially, causing an embarrassment, Ann Vaughn patiently tolerated President Fuller’s intentional delay and find fault.
Now, she could endure no longer.
"It seems our principles don’t align with your company’s, making collaboration impossible." Ann Vaughn straightforwardly picked up the document folder, unwilling to waste more words with this person, and got up to leave.
President Fuller, however, grabbed her hand holding the folder, sneering, "Miss Vaughn, don’t forsake long-term profits for short-term gains. Also, if you walk out that door today, I assure you no pharmaceutical company will collaborate with Vaughn Clinic."
After saying that, President Fuller gave Ann Vaughn an indecent appraisal, his gaze so overt it made her feel uneasy, "Moreover, a woman like you shouldn’t even be out in public; why don’t you keep with me..."
"With you?" Ann Vaughn’s lips curled, releasing the folder in her hand abruptly, and grabbed the still-steaming coffee on the table, splashing it toward President Fuller.
Taking advantage of the moment when President Fuller released his grip due to the burning pain, Ann Vaughn swiftly kicked him in his private area and covered her ears.