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Chapter 175 Be Cautious in Trusting Others.

As Ronald was transported to the ambulance, reporters swarmed the entrance to the Camerons‘ estate, their cameras flashing relentlessly.

Despite the efforts of the Cameron family’s drivers and security personnel, they struggled to hold back the

press.

Without the timely assistance of the estate’s property management team, the family might have found themselves trapped within their own home that day.

Maggie mustered her energy and continued to wait outside the hospital for a long while.

It was not until she was assured that Ronald was not in any grave danger, merely suffering from a bout of acute stress, that she finally went home to rest.

Maggie slept until the afternoon, and although she had not had enough sleep; she was awakened by a phone call.

“Maggie, there’s a client who specifically requested your expertise for a meeting”

Maggie, groggily waking from her slumber, brushed her unkempt hair aside and inquired hoarsely, “Which project is it?”

“The project concerns a villa, and the client has specifically asked for you to oversee it.”

Detecting her hesitance, the person on the other end of the line spoke more gently.

Regaining her composure, Maggie responded, “Fine, I’ll arrive in thirty minutes.”

She was taken aback that, amidst the recent turmoil with the Camerons, there were still individuals approaching her for design work.

While handling a villa’s renovation and design was not a large–scale project in her view, her affiliation with. the Camerons‘ business meant she felt oblir d to accept when specifically requested.

Maggie made quick work of getting ready and drove to Milware Design.

The design firm, a branch of the Cameron enterprise, might not have been large, but it had carved out a niche for itself with upscale designs, undertaking projects valued in the millions.

Despite the Camerons initial hesitation to assign her a leading role, Maggie’s collection of domestic and international accolades and her impeccable reputation eventually secured her the position of head. designer.

Enjoying relative freedom, the company also leveraged this aspect as a selling point to attract clients.

a beige suit and arrived punctually

employees, with hardly any clients

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impact on the Camerons was even more significant than anticipated. Of course, she considered this a favorable

attention. Maggie made her way

young man, browsing through Milware’s design portfolio while

stood up, greeting

in acknowledgment before turning her gaze to the client beside the receptionist. She momentarily paused upon recognizing him–a face pale and slender,

It’s him.

his name

name quickly came back to her–Timmothy

Timmothy greeted her with a

Yonathan, Maggie replied, returning the

the familiarity between Maggie and Timmothy, the receptionist noted, “No wonder he was so adamant about meeting with you,” before discreetly leaving the

the sight of Timmothy, her memories of him intertwined with

seated across from him, Maggie posed a composed question,

pale, possibly indicating he was not in peak health. His skin bore the faint sickliness of someone who had not seen

with a gentle smile,” u can call me Timmothy or Tim. I made a special trip to meet

acknowledged this with a

Maggie could not resist asking. “Did the model you mentioned last

by her slightly anxious question.

lost something?” he then inquired with genuine concern, his gaze soft and non–threatening. somehow stirring a protective feeling in her.

lost?” Maggie whispered, her mind racing to

pause that Timmothy placed a red bracelet on the coffee table before Maggie. She was caught off guard, her eyes lighting up with

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purchase she had made alongside Nathael, had been a source of

evident. “Thank you!

I returned to look for it Surprisingly, I found this red bracelet near the missing fragment. It’s yours, isn’t it?” Timmothy explained, a note of uncertainty in

a lump form in her throat, Maggie nodded. “Yes, it’s mine. Thank you.”

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permanently lost, especially an item of sentimental significance like the

smile widened. “I’m