CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: THE APOTHECARY OWNER’S FAMILY OWNS A MINE

"No need to thank me. Once little Yu is better, I hope Miss Vaughn would join me for dinner." Sutton Jennings deftly removed the butler’s hand and said to Ann Vaughn.

"No problem." Ann Vaughn smiled, and her phone suddenly rang in her pocket. She glanced at the caller ID and then bid farewell to the two before leaving.

It was an unfamiliar number, and Ann Vaughn wasn’t in the habit of rejecting these. She pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Miss Vaughn. I am the person behind Hundred-Herb Apothecary, surname Mo." A voice that seemed excessively sly came from the other end.

"If you are interested, I would like to discuss the issue of the supply of medicinal herbs with you. Do you have time now?"

Could it be because the quantity she required was so large that it alarmed the owner of the apothecary?

Ann Vaughn was a bit surprised. After noting the address given, she went to the appointment.

The problem of medicinal herb supply had been stressing her out, even causing her to lose some hair. Constantly purchasing from a pharmacy wasn’t a long-term solution.

Ann Vaughn had even toyed with the unrealistic idea of growing her own plot of medicinal herbs.

This call was exactly like someone offering a pillow just as she was about to fall asleep.

The person she met with for the discussion was a very young man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. At first glance, he appeared gentlemanly and refined.

However, when his slender brown eyes glanced over, there was a slight tilt at the corner, carrying a hint of elegance, mixed with charm, making it impossible to describe his demeanor with precise words.

Ann Vaughn felt this man seemed somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t immediately recall where she had seen him before.

"Miss Vaughn, I’ll get straight to the point. This is the contract, please take a look. If you have no questions, we can sign it now." Silas Master Moore pushed the contract in front of Ann Vaughn, giving her a look with a bit of deep meaning.

Ann Vaughn nodded slightly, picked up the contract on the table to review it, growing increasingly surprised as she read.

The percentage this shop offered her was unbelievably low, so low that she was suspicious they were practically giving away the herbs for free.

What was going on?

Is there anyone in this day and age who does such a loss-making business?

"Mr. Moore, may I ask, is your store going out of business, is that why the herbs are being sold so cheaply?" Ann Vaughn asked hesitantly.

Silas Master Moore lightly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice carrying a teasing note: "Well, you could say the boss has money with nowhere to spend it."

"..." Ann Vaughn was momentarily speechless. That reason was indeed powerful enough that it left no room for argument.

The contract indeed had no loopholes, so naturally, Ann Vaughn saw no reason to hesitate any further, signing her name. Such a well-known chain of apothecaries had no need to deceive her.

Perhaps the owner of the apothecary really did have a fortune somewhere.

After Ann Vaughn left, a person who appeared to be an assistant stepped over from the back seat and asked quietly and curiously, "President Moore, what kind of stimulus did President Hawthorne suffer? That contract was practically a gift, asking for just a token sum."

"If you want to know, ask that madman yourself." Silas Master Moore smirked, leaning back in his chair, watching Ann Vaughn’s departing figure. "So many good herbs, what a waste."

The assistant thought to himself that he usually didn’t even have the courage to look President Hawthorne directly in the eye, let alone strike up a conversation with him.

So he chose to keep his mouth shut.

Just as Ann Vaughn left the coffee shop with the contract in hand, Susie Sommers’ call came through, immediately asking her: "Annie, was that damn man sitting opposite you in the coffee shop just now, Silas Master Moore?!"

"Who?" Ann Vaughn moved the phone away for a moment, "I only know his last name is Mo. Do you have a grudge against each other?"

"More than a grudge, if you knew how hateful that man is, you’d understand me... Director? Haven’t I already submitted the proposal?"

Susie Sommers’ furious words were suddenly cut off, as if someone had interrupted her, and from her tone, she was probably already pulling her hair out.