CHAPTER 679: CHAPTER 679: THE NEW CHAIRMAN

Cyrus Hawthorne nodded slightly, his chiseled features showing no emotion, "If the remaining people don’t confess, you know what to do."

Mark Joyce felt a chill in his heart and lowered his head, "Yes."

Just then, an oversized special black box slowly moved up from under the stairs, swaying as if held by no one, nearly shocking Mark Joyce out of his wits.

"President Hawthorne, this..."

Cyrus’s narrowed eyes looked down, his delicate brows suddenly raised. He took a few steps forward and picked up the box with one hand.

At the same time, a chubby white little dumpling was revealed from behind the box.

Although the box wasn’t very heavy, with Kenny’s short little arms, he could only barely hug it, having climbed the stairs and gotten his little face flushed from exertion.

"Why didn’t you let the servants help?" Cyrus slightly frowned, taking the handkerchief from Mark Joyce and gently wiping the little dumpling’s sweaty cheeks.

"Young Master, next time when moving large items, let the servants do it. It’s dangerous if you accidentally fall on the stairs." Mark Joyce said with concern.

If the little dumpling were to accidentally fall backwards down the stairs, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Feeling the soft handkerchief wipe across his face, Kenny murmured a sound, then quietly explained, "Great-grandma and great-grandpa are quietly crying in the living room, and all the uncles are outside guarding. I didn’t want to disturb them."

Kenny had accidentally witnessed several times before that Old Mrs. Vaughn was crying uncontrollably because of Ian Vaughn, and Old Mr. Vaughn would be beside her, red-eyed, constantly comforting her.

But as soon as he and Mommy showed up, they would pretend as if nothing was wrong, smiling as usual, with no trace of the pain and sadness they felt moments before.

Kenny knew they didn’t want him and Mommy to worry, so he always pretended not to know.

Cyrus gently pinched Kenny’s cheek with his thumb, looking at his little pouting mouth, "Good boy."

The little dumpling’s ears turned red, and he immediately bent down to pick up the box again, shaking it for Cyrus and Mark Joyce to see, "This box is not heavy at all. I walked very steadily just now, so I won’t fall."

After saying this, the little dumpling took small quick steps and dashed off before Cyrus could react.

As if afraid Cyrus might discover what was inside.

Mark Joyce couldn’t help but chuckle, "President Hawthorne, Young Master resembles you, but his personality is exactly like Miss Vaughn’s."

Both equally full of mischief.

Pretending to explain to them, yet in the next second he’s off running.

Cyrus’s cold brows held a trace of a smile, "It’s good that he’s like her."

Finally, he slightly squinted his eyes and turned to instruct Mark Joyce, "Remove the Hidden Guards from here, and prepare the car for the hospital."

Mark Joyce couldn’t understand why the Hidden Guards of Viridian Palace were being withdrawn, but dared not ask more, "Yes."

In the room.

The contents of the box were poured out onto the carpet, a heap of numerous glass containers and peculiarly shaped small weapons.

Interspersed were a few pieces of high-quality jade and gemstones, along with two global black cards and some strange things, forming a small pile.

Standing amidst the pile, Kenny rubbed his chubby face, took out his handheld device, snapped a photo of the things, and sent it to the group, "Is this the surprise you mentioned?"

Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Not a Good Person: "The glass containers hold poisonous plants and flowers collected from around the world; I’ve written their usage in the instructions. Does My Little King like the gifts I sent?"

Echo: "Oh my, did you even pack a Venus flytrap in there?’

Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Not a Good Person: "Bite the cloth... That’s the least harmful and cutest plant among the ones I grow~"

Eve: "Why not learn from me, giving something practical? If the jade and gemstones can’t be used by My Little King, they could be gifted to a girlfriend."

Spade J: "For once, Eve’s flattery has hit the mark. My King is a momma’s boy, hahaha! I’ve specially prepared a box of jewelry-type weapons this time. How about it? Isn’t it clever?"

Overlord: "It’s better to give a huge sum of money than to pretend to be concerned. I heard that during the New Year in S Country, there are red envelopes. The money in the black card isn’t much, consider it a token."

Echo: "Damn."

Eve: "Damn."

Spade J: "Burn the show-off!"

Finally understanding the "surprises" they had gifted, Kenny saw the group urging Overlord to send red envelopes and couldn’t help but sweat.

The feared criminals and assassins, begging like children for a red envelope.

If the outside world knew this, they’d likely feel disillusioned.

"Thank you for the surprises. Once things settle down, I’ll send you something in return."

Not having the heart to tell the fools they got S Country’s New Year wrong, Kenny tapped the screen to reply.

Eve: "I don’t want anything, just a loving kiss from My Little King will suffice!"

Spade J: "Then I want My Little King to keep me warm at night, kisses and cuddles~"

Overlord: "This group prohibits shemales."

In the next second, the message indicating Spade J had been kicked out of the group appeared on the phone screen.

Kenny couldn’t help but twitch his lips, packed the items back into the box, and was ready to stand up from the floor.

Yet his actions slowed down when he saw a label on one of the glass containers reading "Mulili Flower Bulbs."

He vaguely remembered Emperor mentioning these in their chat but hadn’t heard their specific use.

Kenny thought for a moment, opened Emperor’s chat, and seeing his ID was inactive, left him a message asking if he still needed the Mulili Flower Bulbs.

...

The next day at noon.

The urgent and abrupt ringing of the phone jolted Ann Vaughn from her sleep. Before she fully realized what Flynn Murray was saying over the phone, her body had already instinctively started moving.

On the way from Viridian Palace to Vaughn Headquarters, Ann Vaughn’s mind was still a chaotic mess, throbbing with disarray.

Flynn Murray had arranged with the front desk in advance, so Ann Vaughn could enter directly without registration.

When she arrived at the top floor meeting room, the inauguration meeting for the new chairman had just begun.

"I deeply regret and feel sorry that Ian Vaughn is still in a coma and cannot wake up. Although we are not siblings by blood, we’ve shared over twenty years together, and I’m both surprised and touched that he entrusted me with the burden of The Vaughn Group."

As Ann Vaughn got closer to the meeting room door, an indistinct yet familiar female voice came from the meeting room.

"Before he wakes up, I hope all shareholders and upper management can join hands with me to create a new blueprint for The Vaughn Group..."