Chapter 346: Chapter 346: Truly Worthy of Being a Sheridan Daughter
Ann Vaughn’s eyes slightly froze. After the cold weather, girls more or less would have cold hands and feet issues. She was no exception, especially since she had suffered from serious cold before and had not been able to fully recuperate.
She had gotten used to it herself and no longer paid much attention to such small matters.
But the small matters she didn’t care about were remembered by Cyrus Hawthorne, which made Ann Vaughn somewhat surprised and... a long-lost heart palpitation.
Mark Joyce saw her unusual expression and thought she was bothered by the fact that the BOSS didn’t come in person, so he explained, "There was an important multinational meeting this morning, President Hawthorne couldn’t make it, so he sent me instead."
"I’m not that clingy to him, you don’t need to explain," Ann Vaughn shook her head gently, sensing that the anxiety that had been covering her heart all night suddenly dissipated quite a bit.
"Who’s looking for me?" Suddenly, a delicate voice came from the staircase.
Soon, Cynthia Sheridan walked over, her face still veiled, exposing only her watery eyes, giving a gentle and submissive appearance, a lady made of water.
Especially with the veil, it added a few layers of mystery to her, quite eye-catching.
Judging from her alone, she had quite a bit of charm, even though her face couldn’t be exposed, there were many places she could doll up, adding to it her deliberately soft demeanor, she had a sense of delicate beauty.
The problem is that everything fears comparison.
The moment she stood in front of Ann Vaughn, it made people feel bland and tasteless.
Cynthia Sheridan also noticed this, her face stiffening under the veil, looking at Ann Vaughn with a fake smile, "Oh, it’s my dear sister, we haven’t seen each other for a long time."
"Don’t insult the word sister, if you’re not going to talk properly, do you believe I’ll tear your mouth apart? Besides, I’m not here to catch up with you today," Ann Vaughn gave her no chance to muddle things up, getting straight to the point, "Return everything you took from my studio."
"Sis... what are you talking about? How could your stuff be with me?" Thinking about the night she was beaten by Ann Vaughn, Cynthia Sheridan secretly hated it and could no longer keep up the pretense, played dumb.
"So you’re refusing to return them?"
"Ha, my place isn’t the police station, you lost something and didn’t go find the police, running to The Snowbell Clinic looking for trouble, isn’t it just because you’re jealous that The Snowbell Clinic is more famous than your studio and trusted by clients?"
There were still quite a few patients in the clinic at that time, mostly watching the drama unfold with a look of amusement.
Ann Vaughn saw Cynthia Sheridan’s refusal to admit anything and couldn’t help but laugh coldly, "The layman is always a layman, do you think you can rely on those few recipes to live comfortably ever after?"
It would be fine if Cynthia Sheridan studied traditional medicine, even if she took grandpa’s prescriptions to treat people, Ann Vaughn would have nothing to say.
But she studied Western medicine, fundamentally having only a superficial understanding of traditional medicine, which was evident from her modified prescriptions given to those patients, she didn’t put much caution into it at all.
The proportions of the prescription aren’t fixed when dealing with different patients, clearly, she didn’t understand this principle.
"I’m a layman?" Cynthia Sheridan laughed in anger, "I think you’re mostly jealous of me, afraid that me and my Snowbell Clinic will replace you, right? Isn’t the reason you’re taken by the police just because your prescriptions cost human lives, ending up like this!"
Upon hearing the words "prescriptions costing human lives," the surrounding patients’ faces changed, exclamations rose and fell.
Ann Vaughn wasn’t surprised, she had long guessed that her run-in with the police was related to Cynthia Sheridan.
Now that she was the Sheridan Family’s daughter, it was easier than ever to make trouble for her.
Yet Cynthia Sheridan’s stupid and vicious appearance made her feel somewhat ridiculous.
"Sorry, slander and defamation have criminal liabilities, if you continue such rhetoric, the Hawthorne Corp.’s legal team is ready anytime," Mark Joyce, standing aside, promptly stood out and supplemented with this statement.
Cynthia Sheridan clenched her hands tightly, thinking of Ann Vaughn’s current relationship with Cyrus Hawthorne, she was disgusted!
That was her man, what right did Ann Vaughn have to compete with her?
"Special Assistant Joyce, it’s unnecessary to dwell too much with someone whose brain is vacuumed," Ann Vaughn chuckled lightly, then took out a stack of documents from her bag, her piercing gaze cold and sharp, "I said, my visit today isn’t to catch up with you."
"First, The Snowbell Clinic selling Jade Cream and Scar Removal Balm without permission infringes on the interests of my contract with the Sheridan Family. If your party cannot provide appropriate compensation and response, we’ll see you in court soon."
"Second, you impersonating me to steal a total of six medicines and five scent balls from my studio, for fraudulent theft behavior, I have the right to sue you."
Her words resonated loudly in this space within the clinic, causing everyone present to be amazed.
Originally thinking Ann Vaughn was here to cause a scene and being dissatisfied by the disruption of their consultations, the murmuring patients fell silent.
She came for accountability, having a rightful stance, who could argue?
However, they hadn’t expected the owner of The Snowbell Clinic to be such a person, typically appearing gentle and soft, but unexpectedly engaging in theft...
Standing in the middle of the hall, Cynthia Sheridan naturally felt the unusual glances coming around, nearly grinding her silver teeth in anger, glaring at Ann Vaughn viciously.
"Stop spewing nonsense! Saying I stole your things, do you have evidence? Also, are you so out of touch not to know I’m the third Miss of the Sheridan Family? What’s my right to take my family’s stuff?"
Ann Vaughn was unfazed, took out a roll of videotape and placed it on the table, "Do you think the surveillance in my studio is just for show? Or do you think looking like me can fool everyone’s eyes?"
"Moreover, the contract clearly states that the sales rights are decided by Eli Sheridan, so, can you guarantee you’ve obtained his consent already? Consulted a lawyer beforehand?"
Upon saying this, Ann Vaughn curled her lips into a mocking smile, "Fools should read more books."
"Poof."
A laugh suddenly emerged from the crowd, instantly making Cynthia Sheridan’s face more unsightly.
Originally thinking Ann Vaughn came here because her studio was shut down, jealous of her thriving Snowbell Clinic, hence causing trouble.
Unexpectedly, she underestimated this cheeky woman!
"Eli Sheridan is my elder brother, of course, he stands on my side, even half the reason The Snowbell Clinic exists is due to my brother’s support!" Cynthia Sheridan spoke stubbornly, "Without the Sheridan Family, do you think your lousy formulas could be known throughout Marinia? Ha, in the end, you wouldn’t have today’s achievement without relying on our Sheridan Family!"
"If you’re unaware to be grateful that’s one thing, but to question me, selling Jade Cream and Scar Removal Balm at The Snowbell Clinic is giving you face, otherwise, who do you think you are?"
Truly, as expected of the Sheridan’s daughter, the blind confidence and bullying demeanor were identical.
Ann Vaughn’s pretty face turned cold, "Alright, let’s see when we truly go to court if the Sheridan Family can cover the sky with one hand, influencing the judge’s decision."