My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: President Vaughn Won’t Take His Medicine

Mr. Jordan had no intention of letting Cecelia Archer stay there any longer. After sneering at Vivian Mason and rebuking Arthur King, he pulled Cecelia away from Triton amidst the stunned expressions of everyone present.

Cecelia Archer was grateful to him for personally coming to back her up.

But before she could even express her gratitude, Mr. Jordan cut her off.

"No need for pleasantries. Just come work hard at the company and repay me that way. As it happens, Mr. Lee needs an assistant. You’re young, so learning some technical skills will be good for your career. Just follow him and do a good job."

And just like that, Cecelia Archer became an employee of Stratton.

Three days later, the new technical team was assembled, and Mr. Lee officially became Stratton’s chief technical engineer.

For the first meeting after the new department’s establishment and the new leader’s appointment, Mr. Jordan invited Damien Vaughn to preside over it, hoping he would help them envision the future and boost their confidence. Damien Vaughn agreed.

That morning, Cecelia Archer arrived at the company at seven o’clock.

She tidied the office inside and out, went to the conference room to set up the projector, and prepared teacups, spare paper, and pens for all the attendees, afraid that any detail might not be perfect.

This was because she had heard from Mr. Jordan the day before that President Vaughn would be gracing them with his presence today.

Having inexplicably become an employee under the Vaughn Group, Cecelia Archer was very nervous about meeting President Vaughn, her boss, for the first time in a professional setting.

She had heard he was meticulous and stern about his work, an iceberg of a president who couldn’t tolerate the slightest mistake.

Most importantly, he was friends with Claire Clark, and Cecelia Archer was dying to see what he was really like.

’He’s rumored to be like the cold-faced King of Hell, so how could he be friends with someone like Claire Clark?’

Just as she finished preparing everything, Mr. Jordan entered the conference room.

Seeing how neatly Cecelia Archer had organized everything, he was very pleased and took out his phone to snap a picture.

"President Vaughn, we’re all ready. Just waiting for you."

Inside the executive car, Damien Vaughn’s work phone buzzed.

Ryan opened it to see a message from Mr. Jordan.

’It’s still twenty minutes until eight, and he’s already rushing President Vaughn.’

’We’ll be at Stratton in less than five minutes; there’s no need to reply to this message.’

Ryan glanced at it and was about to exit the chat interface when his eyes flickered and caught a figure in the corner of the photo.

’Why does she look so familiar?’

He reopened the image, zoomed in, and took a closer look. ’Isn’t this Miss Archer?’

Although she was only accidentally included in the shot, showing just a bit of her side profile, her highly recognizable features made her identifiable at a single glance.

’How did Miss Archer end up at Stratton?’

"President Vaughn, take a look at this photo."

He handed the phone to Damien Vaughn. Damien was leaning back straight against the rear seat, resting with his eyes closed. Hearing Ryan, he lazily lifted his eyelids.

He glanced at it, his brows furrowing involuntarily. "Where is this?"

"Stratton’s main conference room."

"Then what is she doing there?"

’President Vaughn recognized her too. It’s definitely Miss Archer.’

Ryan quickly replied to Mr. Jordan’s message: "Send me the list of today’s meeting attendees."

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