Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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Maggie’s compliment only intensified William’s resentment towards Master Cameron.

After resolving the issue, Maggie didn’t plan to stay long. She stood up, glanced at William, and smiled. “Let’s toast to our future cooperation in advance.”

William remained unresponsive, his hand tightly gripping the wine glass as he lost himself in thought.

Without any further delay, Maggie turned to leave.

Having consumed a considerable amount of alcohol, she began to feel a bit dizzy. Besides, it’s always important to know when to stop. Even though she had mentioned Master Cameron’s name, she didn’t want to push this pampered young master of the Hansleys too far.

Even a clay figure has its limits, let alone a pampered young master.

However, Maggie only learned this secret from Mia in her previous life.

After she was blinded, disfigured, and forced to marry Nathael, her spirits were always low. Occasionally, when Mia had free time to keep her company, she would try to uplift her spirits by gossiping about others.

And she remembered that the most scandalous gossip back then was about William.

Madam Lydia was not an outsider, but a woman whom William’s grandfather, Master Hansley, had kept by his side for many years.

When Madam Hansley was alive, Madam Lydia was already in the picture. However, Madam Hansley was already old and faded. Naturally, she couldn’t compete with a woman in her thirties.

So she ignored it, and life went on.

Madam Hansley had lived a lifetime and understood the ways of the world.

Unfortunately, time is merciless. A few years ago, Madam Hansley passed away due to illness, and Madam Lydia became an accepted presence.

Master Hansley didn’t remarry, but he always kept Madam Lydia by his side.

Unexpectedly, under the same roof, due to a twist of fate, William, drunk, had an affair with his grandfather’s woman.

He woke up in shock, but it was too late.

William was terrified and ran away without looking back. On the other hand, Madam Lydia was more daring and didn’t take it to heart.

After all, William’s youthful body could bring her pleasure that the aging Master Hansley couldn’t compare to.

Unfortunately, fate sometimes likes to play tricks.

Lydia became

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Master Hansley would eventually pass away, she was unwilling to end up with nothing after wasting

on him.

thought, Madam Lydia concorted

Madam Lydia’s scheme. So, he believed that

William couldn’t find happiness. He, who hadn’t even married, had a son who

time, this matter was exposed. Despite attempts to keep it under wraps, in the world of the wealthy. where information flowed freely, no secrets remained

often brought up as a joke.

this, Maggie found it absurd.

out of his wits. If this matter were to be revealed, Master Hansley would

forehead, feeling a bit dizzy

left the banquet hall and hadn’t gone far when Joseph’s

brow and glanced at

the

her here in case the plan changed.

in the distance. He was wearing a light blue shirt and hurrying inside while talking on the phone.

I’m so unlucky!

not wanting to waste time with

to the nightclub, sending a message

a morally questionable individual, constantly desiring her physically. If she ended up in his control, it would be like going from one difficult situation to

had forgotten how attractive she was. The moment Joseph entered

silhouette, having spent over twenty years with

pushing through the crowd to catch up with her

coldness. She didn’t nuen back and her nace

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have such an unexpected

all, in her previous life, when she ran away, she was hiding from William, and it was Nathael she

things were interconnected. Change one

Joseph’s face

loudly while chasing

in Chronopolis and couldn’t attend Sierra’s banquet. When he returned home, he heard Sierra complaining about being mistreated by Maggie. Later, his grandfather informed him that she

they didn’t socialize in the same circles, Joseph knew exactly what kind of person William

was

gain anything

didn’t