Seeing this scene, Susie Sommers pulled her feet up onto the sofa and said to Bella Hawthorne, "See that? With your sister-in-law’s brute strength, if you provoke her, let alone Miyi Yates, even Meredith Langdon wouldn’t stand a chance against her." Bella Hawthorne nodded in deep agreement, feeling a genuine admiration for her brother rising in her heart. If it were her, she couldn’t withstand that at all. The Main Hawthorne Family. Miyi Yates, dressed meticulously, sat in the living room waiting, occasionally glancing at the hands of the grandfather clock. As time passed second by second, and that cold figure still hadn’t appeared, she frowned, her eyes betraying her anxiety. Could the Family Head have already learned about what happened this afternoon? Is that why she’s being kept waiting here? But if that were the case, the Family Head should have punished her instead of just leaving her hanging ... The more Miyi Yates thought, the more uneasy she became, showing a bit of regret on her face. She shouldn’t have acted so impulsively earlier, just offended Vera White because of a few provoking words from Bella Hawthorne. Before she secured her position as Young Madam Hawthorne, she couldn’t afford a single mistake... It wasn’t until eleven in the evening that Miyi Yates’ legs and waist became stiff and immobile from sitting, and a noise was finally heard at the entrance of the living room. By the time she rushed out, Cyrus Hawthorne had long disappeared into the elevator. Miyi Yates bit her lip, unwilling to give up, wanting to follow and explain what happened in the afternoon. But she was stopped by Mark Joyce, who was holding documents and about to leave, "Miss Yates, although you have a marriage token with President Hawthorne, you are not really the Young Madam Hawthorne yet, it’s better to follow the rules." There was the previous incident where Laura Quinn stole a personal stamp from Cyrus Hawthorne’s study to stamp the marriage document. The third floor, where the study is located, is now listed as a forbidden area, and no one is allowed near it except Cyrus Hawthorne. Not even the holder of the marriage document — Miyi Yates! Miyi Yates gave a cold laugh, "Special Assistant Joyce, instead of teaching others about rules, perhaps you should manage yourself better to avoid having to seek employment elsewhere in the future." "In one’s position, one should strive for one’s duties. As long as I am President Hawthorne’s special assistant, I will prioritize his orders," Mark Joyce retaliated with a smile. Miyi Yates’ face turned completely cold, lifting her chin slightly, she cast a proud glance at Mark Joyce and turned to leave. Imperial Glory Branch. After handling work affairs, Ann Vaughn instructed her assistant to bring her a summary of the Yates Family’s industries. The assistant complied, and soon brought her the materials. Upon reviewing, Ann Vaughn discovered that the Yates Family’s industries were quite numerous, and some were even in a competitive relationship with her company. "President Vaughn, you haven’t been in The Imperial Capital recently, and I haven’t had the chance to report a few important matters to you," the assistant said. Ann Vaughn flipped through the materials without looking up, responding, "Go ahead." "The first thing is our lawsuit with the suppliers from K Country; the verdict came out the other day, and the other party lost, having to compensate us with a whopping billion in breach of contract fines." "The second thing is that half a month ago, a company also launched a menstrual pain patch and balm, copying our packaging and ad slogans, competing with us, and its revenue is gradually matching ours." "The third thing is that the K Country Royal Family wants to cooperate with us. As a gesture of goodwill, they annulled their century-old contract with that supplier and helped us win the lawsuit I mentioned earlier." After reporting these things clearly, the assistant couldn’t help but say, "K Country is a miraculous nation." Those below wish they could crush our company, their stance in the lawsuit was so ruthless, we were already mentally prepared for at least two months to conclude it. No matter how powerful they are, the law will not side with just the powerful. Yet who would have thought the Royal Family of K Country would , it’s like a slap in the face to their own people... Ann Vaughn skipped over the K Country matters, pondering for a moment before asking, "What’s the name of that company?" "It should be in the materials you have. It’s a subsidiary of the Yates Family called Xylia, an old skincare company." Ann Vaughn looked down, and sure enough, she saw the relevant introduction about "Xylia" in the materials. This company is quite adept at exploiting loopholes, just treading on the edge of legality, even if Imperial Glory sues them, prolonging the case gives them room to grow, not to mention it might not result in a favorable outcome. Ann Vaughn immediately abandoned the idea of suing and instead asked her assistant, "And their products? Have you had them tested?" "Yes, although their product formulas aren’t exactly the same as ours, they do have a pretty good pain-relieving effect." "Get a sample of their product. I’ll test it myself." But before Ann Vaughn could start testing, the company received some bad news. A short-term user of their product, a female high school student, had severe uterine bleeding and infection, resulting in the removal of her uterus. Various test results indicated that it was due to the menstrual pain patch she had used recently. The nature of this incident was so severe that even the morning news reported on it. Upon hearing about this, Ann Vaughn didn’t even have time to eat breakfast before rushing to the hospital where the female high school student was located. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁 Her mother was outside the ward being interviewed, sobbing uncontrollably as she complained to the reporters. "Such heartless things, my daughter is only seventeen, she’s still so young, why should she pay such a tragic price for someone else’s mistake? Heaven is unjust!" "Please, you must seek justice for my daughter, I beg you..." Seeing that the mother was about to kneel, not only did the reporters not help her up, they pointed their cameras more eagerly. Ann Vaughn frowned slightly, just as she was about to step forward, someone grabbed her arm and dragged her into a nearby empty ward. When Ann Vaughn steadied herself and took a clear look, it was Hugo Sullivan! "What are you doing here?" "Don’t go over there." They both spoke simultaneously. Hugo Sullivan’s scholarly face became immediately flushed, his eyes under his glasses darting about, "N-no, I just think if you go over there now, those reporters won’t let you go." "Those people have never been interested in the truth, only in stories that can attract attention and hype." Ann Vaughn was silent for a moment; she knew what Hugo Sullivan said was true, but the female high school student lying in the ward... "My uncle is a director at this hospital. If you don’t mind, you could disguise as a nurse to go in and check on the girl’s condition," Hugo Sullivan suggested quietly. Ann Vaughn’s eyes lit up; reporters were all waiting at the ward door now, just waiting for her to appear. If she disguised as a nurse, it would be less likely for them to surround her. This was indeed a good idea.