Mr. Hawthorne, Your Wife Wants a Divorce Again-Chapter 964: What Did You Do to Me?!

On the first day the Ice Skin Pill was launched, it created a sales miracle. The only reason sales didn’t increase further was because they ran out of stock.

Otherwise, the sales figures would have multiplied several times over.

Countless people were envious behind the scenes, but few dared to show it openly.

Upon hearing Sherry’s words, Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows slightly, "Why are they being restless again?"

"It’s the same old trick. If they can’t steal the recipe, they’ll poach our people. As long as they can lure away our core personnel, they’ll still get the recipe and production method," Sherry said, hating such behavior.

Seeing good things from others and wanting to steal them, are they bandits?

Ann Vaughn pondered for two seconds, "Even if they get the recipe, they can’t replicate an exact copy of the Ice Skin Pill."

Because only she knew how to extract the essence.

Sherry was still worried, "But the recipe itself is good. Even without the essence extraction, the effect is only slightly diminished and will still attract a lot of interest."

"If that’s the case, then just give them the recipe," Ann Vaughn tilted her head, a sly gleam flashing in her eyes.

"Give it to them for free?!" Sherry almost thought she heard wrong.

...

The Emerald Courtyard.

Since Zachary Lancaster was punished, the atmosphere in the Lockwood Family had grown more oppressive by the day, suffocating everyone.

Who would have thought that once Vaughn Clinic’s Ice Skin Pill was released, nearly no one came to the Lockwood Family for anti-aging products anymore, leaving them stockpiled in the warehouse.

This situation had never occurred before in the Lockwood Family.

But lately, it seemed they were jinxed, always coming up short when it involved Vaughn Clinic.

Over time, the elders of the Lockwood Family began to have opinions about Lucy Lock.

"You have to understand that the Lockwood Family isn’t just yours alone. Never mind the enmity between you and Stanley Sheridan, but the decisions you’ve been making have significantly damaged our family’s reputation!"

"Zephyr is clueless too, not properly learning pharmacology, engaging in shady activities and tarnishing our family values. Lucy, as his mother, this is your failure."

"That person is already quite dissatisfied with us. If you continue to indulge Zephyr, I’m afraid we’ll completely lose his support."

Several elders all spoke at once, leaving Lucy Lock clenching her nails into her palms.

These shameless old folks, always the first to claim dividends and benefits.

Now that something’s gone wrong, they’re putting all the blame on her?

Unfortunately, they held significant influence within the family, and even Lucy Lock had to show them some respect.

"Uncles and elders, I’m sorry you had to see this. Zephyr was immature and made impulsive mistakes. I have already punished him according to family law, and I believe he has realized his errors," Lucy Lock said sincerely.

"If you ask me, Zephyr is unreliable and lacks stable character, unworthy of being nurtured as an heir," one elder remarked. "However, Xavier is quite promising; perhaps he might catch that person’s eye."

A shadow flickered in Lucy Lock’s eyes, but she smiled, "I think so too. It’s just a pity Xavier has poor health, lacks talent in pharmacology, and is a bit timid. I’m concerned that person won’t be satisfied."

"He said he wants to meet Ann Vaughn. Figure out a way to bring her over."

Before Lucy Lock could ask why, the head of the pharmaceutical factory entered.

"Madam, we’ve obtained the recipe for the Ice Skin Pill."

At these words, the elders’ expressions were all shaken. It was the Ice Skin Pill that had outshone their anti-aging products!

Lucy Lock had doubts, "So quickly? Could it be fake?"

The manager hurriedly assured, "Madam, we bought this recipe for five million. It can’t possibly be fake."

"Alright then, start producing a batch, and for the rest... proceed as usual."

The elders didn’t understand what she meant, but the manager knew exactly what she was implying.

Whether the recipe was genuine or not, letting Zane Lancaster try it would reveal the truth.

...

Soon, the Lockwood Family’s "Anti-aging Pill" hit the market. It’s said to rival the Ice Skin Pill in effectiveness, with regular use promoting timeless beauty and health.

And within just two days, it boasted instant results.

Though it reeked of gimmick, beauty enthusiasts still flocked to purchase the Anti-aging Pill.

Additionally, with the Lockwood Family intentionally lowering prices, many who couldn’t afford or justify buying the Ice Skin Pill turned to the Lockwood Family.

Consequently, the sales of the Ice Skin Pill were impacted.

Ann Vaughn emerged from the lab with a rare smile on her face, her steps light.

"How’s it going?" Sherry approached to ask.

"It worked," Ann Vaughn shook the small porcelain bottle in her hand, "but there aren’t many, only twenty in total."

Sherry sighed, "Producing twenty at a time is already admirable."

While other pharmaceutical masters produce that amount in a day, she does it in one batch.

Sherry was about to discuss the Lockwood Family when she noticed Ann Vaughn’s expression change, "Where’s my phone?"

"You forgot to take it in earlier, so I kept it for you," Sherry said, retrieving the phone from the drawer.

Ann Vaughn unlocked the screen, noticing many missed calls and messages but none from James Vaughn.

Her previously bright eyes suddenly dimmed.

Ann Vaughn took a deep breath, trying to quell the bitterness in her heart, pretending nonchalance as she told Sherry, "I’m going to Building 8 to grab something. I’ll be back soon."

With that, she handed the bottle of stamina pills to Sherry and left the Vaughn Clinic.

Sherry watched her leave and sighed.

Once out, Ann Vaughn caught a taxi and gave the driver the address.

Josiah Keaton’s texts came in every two minutes, buzzing incessantly,

[Did you look at those documents?]

[Why never respond to messages? Am I not worthy?]

[Who exactly was that man with you last time? Why does he look so much like your son?]

The incessant buzzing of her phone made Ann Vaughn’s temples throb painfully, dizziness washing over her.

She reached to roll down the car window but found it impossible.

Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at the driver, seeing his eyes in the rearview mirror, unusually cold and terrifying...

...

The sharp pain of someone yanking at her scalp startled Ann Vaughn awake from unconsciousness.

She opened her eyes wide in shock, meeting her own reflection in the mirror, her mind momentarily blank, her heart almost skipping a beat.

...Oh my gosh, she nearly scared herself to death.

Her scalp was tugged painfully again.

Winching from the pain, Ann Vaughn turned her head, only to have it roughly forced back.

"Don’t move!" A servant barked gruffly, holding a brush without any care, making Ann Vaughn’s scalp throb painfully.

She tried to stand but found her legs weak and unable to hold her weight, sinking back into the chair!

"What have you done to me?!"