My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Chapter 264: Why Doesn’t President Vaughn Get Sleepy?

After a month of design, planning, and development, Zeke Walton’s "Indeed Love You" website was officially launched.

He had listened to Damien Vaughn’s advice. Not only did he use his status as the young master of the Walton Family to connect with Veridia’s famous "Fruit King," but he also spent a million to hire influencers from major platforms for promotion.

The idea of expressing love with fruit gift sets was truly novel. It aligned with the current generation’s focus on weight loss and healthy living. As a result, after going live, it received over fifty thousand orders in just two days on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

"Indeed Love You" came out of nowhere, much like the bubble tea craze, and started a new trend among young people.

In the following days, although sales weren’t as high as on Christmas Eve and Christmas, the daily order volume was still around ten thousand.

And this was just the beginning. If things continued at this pace, with word-of-mouth spreading, the idea of giving fruit to express love was bound to become as deeply ingrained as giving roses. Zeke Walton’s success was only a matter of time.

People in their social circle immediately began to see him in a new light.

The recent joke about Zeke Walton delivering food had now transformed into a story of him doing market research before starting his business.

Men were filled with jealousy, while women were filled with admiration.

Wherever Mr. Walton went, he received compliments because of his son, and the Walton Family’s status in their circle was further solidified.

With Zeke Walton’s success, Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn naturally found out right away and clamored for him to treat them to a meal.

Thinking that the credit for this success largely belonged to Damien Vaughn, and that he hadn’t properly thanked him or heard his thoughts on the next steps, Zeke Walton arranged a dinner.

It had been a while since they had all gathered, so Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn drank with Damien Vaughn like there was no tomorrow. By the time dinner was over and they left, it was already past midnight.

Ryan advised Damien Vaughn, "Why don’t you stay here tonight? The typhoon is causing a huge downpour, and the meteorological station has issued a red alert for the storm. Riverfront Avenue always floods when it rains hard, and I hear the water there is already over twenty centimeters deep."

The heating was on in the room, making it toasty. Combined with the alcohol he had drunk, Damien Vaughn felt a sweltering heat all over his body.

Hearing this, he undid a few buttons on his shirt and turned to look out the window.

The city, which usually sparkled with dazzling lights at night like a giant crystal ball, was now a murky gray.

A torrential downpour hammered against the glass, the drops racing each other as they smacked against the pane.

The few cars on the street crawled forward like snails. The large trees along the road were battered by the wind and rain, looking as if they might snap in half at any moment.

It didn’t look like rain; it looked like the apocalypse.

Damien Vaughn despised such chaotic and messy scenes. It only added to the suffocating feeling that was already congesting his heart.

After watching for a few seconds, he drew the curtains.

"I know. You can go."

Ryan had been busy at the office all day, and on top of that, he had been accompanying him until now. He was dead tired.

Receiving the order to get off work was like being granted amnesty. He turned to leave, but Damien Vaughn suddenly called him back.

"Wait."

His heart skipped a beat. "Is there anything else, President Vaughn?"

"How many days will this typhoon last?"

"About a week, they say. It’s coming from some island, and it’s covering a huge area."

"Send out a notice. If the weather is still like this tomorrow morning, everyone gets the day off. Important matters can be handled by working from home."

’So it was for the company’s employees.’

’It’s really something. To be this drunk and still be thinking of everyone.’

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