Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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.

had changed into a beige suit and arrived punctually at the Milware Design.

by Milware’s employees, with hardly any clients in sight. The few who were present seemed

Cautious in Trusting

silently assessed the situation, concluding that the impact on the Camerons was even more significant than anticipated. Of course, she considered this a favorable

her

room, a receptionist was accompanying a young man, browsing through Milware’s design portfolio while providing explanations in a gentle

stood up, greeting

acknowledgment before turning her gaze to the client beside the receptionist. She momentarily paused upon recognizing him–a

It’s him.

his name again?

back to her–Timmothy

greeted her with a warm

replied, returning

Maggie and Timmothy, the receptionist noted, “No wonder he was so adamant about meeting with

at the sight of Timmothy, her memories of him intertwined with

composed question, “Mr.

that highlighted his lean build, seemed a touch pale, possibly indicating he was not in peak health. His skin bore the faint sickliness of someone who had not seen much sun, yet his eyes sparkled with an intensity akin to the sun itself, radiating an aura

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

acknowledged this with a

asking. “Did the

by her slightly

gaze soft and non–threatening. somehow stirring a protective feeling in

whispered, her mind racing

coffee table before Maggie. She was caught off guard, her eyes lighting

2/4

Tue, 21 May G

Cautious

Nathael, had been a source of distress after its loss,

bracelet, her surprise evident. “Thank you!

leaving last time, I realized a piece of the model was missing, so I returned to look for it Surprisingly, I found this red bracelet near the missing fragment. It’s yours, isn’t it?” Timmothy

form in her throat, Maggie nodded. “Yes,

lean

finding something once thought permanently lost, especially an item of sentimental

“I’m glad it’s