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."

Mr. Jordan quickly sent over a list.

Assistant to the Chief Engineer—Cecelia Archer. His eyes caught it instantly.

Ryan’s tone was inexplicably excited. "Miss Archer is Mr. Lee’s assistant now. She must have left Triton. She finally got out! That godforsaken place was never right for her!"

’She leaves Triton, and the next thing you know, she’s at Stratton, working as Mr. Lee’s assistant.’

’Why does it feel like her path is converging with mine?’

It wasn’t that Damien Vaughn was being conceited or overly self-important; it was just that too many women had tried all sorts of tricks to get close to him with impure motives.

"Turn back. We’re not going to Stratton today."

When Mr. Lee was younger, he was a university classmate and good friend of Damien Vaughn’s father. The only difference was their backgrounds. After graduation, one went home to inherit the family business, while the other became a salaried employee.

Mr. Vaughn was not as technically proficient as Mr. Lee and often consulted him on technical issues. Damien Vaughn’s father had even taken him to dinner with Mr. Lee a few times.

He greatly admired Mr. Lee’s professional abilities, which was the main reason he had insisted Mr. Jordan poach Mr. Lee after learning that his previous company was struggling.

But after going to great lengths to recruit the man, Damien didn’t even show his face, which made Mr. Lee quite unhappy.

A week of work flew by in the blink of an eye. One day, Mr. Jordan called Damien Vaughn, telling him that no matter what, he had to clear his schedule for dinner with Mr. Lee that evening.

"Mr. Lee said he came here because of the Vaughn Family’s reputation and because of you. He thought you valued him... I know you’re busy, President Vaughn, but no matter how busy you are, you have to have time for one meal, right? Mr. Lee is about to personally lead a team on a business trip in a few days. At his age, he’s giving his all for the company..."

Because of Cecelia Archer, Damien Vaughn had been sidelining Mr. Lee, and leaving him hanging for so long was indeed unjustifiable.

"Tonight, then. I’ll personally apologize to Uncle Lee. Tell him it’s a private affair—no outsiders. Just the two of us, uncle and nephew, will have a good drink."

After he hung up the phone, Ryan walked over with a worried expression.

"President Vaughn, you’ve had a cold for several days. You won’t go to the hospital, and you refuse to take any medicine. How can you possibly drink?"

Ever since his father’s accident, Damien Vaughn had developed an intense hatred for taking medicine. Ryan had been nagging him all day to go to the hospital, nearly driving him crazy.

"Go arrange the restaurant. And don’t bother me with anything else."

Cecelia Archer was busy organizing documents until 5:30 PM. She grabbed her phone and bag and was just about to leave for the day when she got a call from Mr. Jordan.

"Cecelia, have you left yet?"

"Not yet, Mr. Jordan. What’s up?"

"Good that you haven’t left. Can you go check and see if Mr. Lee left his phone in his office?"

Mr. Lee had been as excited as a little kid when he heard from Mr. Jordan that President Vaughn was treating them to dinner tonight. He had run out right on time, only to leave his phone behind.

Cecelia found this a little amusing. She went to his office and saw the phone lying right there on the desk.

"It’s here, Mr. Jordan. Where are you guys? I’ll bring it to him right away."

"Great. Sorry to trouble you. Take a taxi over, and I’ll reimburse you for the fare."

After saying that, Mr. Jordan hung up. He sent her an address and transferred some money for the fare. Cecelia hailed a taxi and hurried to the restaurant.

At the restaurant entrance, Damien Vaughn got out of the car. He had only taken a few steps when Ryan caught up, holding several packets of medicine.

"President Vaughn, you should really take some medicine. I accidentally touched your hand this morning, and it was burning hot. Your whole body is probably even hotter. You definitely have a fever."

Just looking at the colorful medicine packets gave Damien Vaughn a headache. He refused to take them. Ryan was genuinely worried about his health, and since Damien wouldn’t let him tag along, his only choice was to desperately try to shove the medicine into his hands.

"Please, just listen to me this once. You can even take it when you get home, but you have to take these. The doctor said one packet is enough to work. Don’t..."

Just as Ryan was speaking, Cecelia Archer, her face a picture of surprise and delight, suddenly appeared in their line of sight.

"What a coincidence. Mr. Damien, Ryan, what are you two doing here?"