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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

of the previous day, the entire floor was almost exclusively occupied by Milware’s employees, with hardly any clients in

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on the Camerons was even more significant than anticipated. Of course, she considered

her attention. Maggie made her way

accompanying a young man, browsing through Milware’s design portfolio while

promptly stood up, greeting her with, “Maggie,

nodded in acknowledgment before turning her gaze to the client beside the receptionist. She

It’s him.

name again?

back to her–Timmothy

greeted her with a

Mr. Yonathan, Maggie replied, returning the

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

was momentarily taken aback at the sight of Timmothy, her memories of him intertwined with the conversation they had shared and the friend

him, Maggie posed a composed question, “Mr. Yonathan,

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

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

with a nod.

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

by her slightly

gaze

Maggie whispered, her mind racing to

a brief pause that Timmothy placed a red bracelet on the coffee table before Maggie. She was caught off

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made alongside Nathael, had been a source of distress after its loss, only to be

surprise evident. “Thank you! Where did you find it?”

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 explained, a note

Maggie

lean

permanently lost, especially an item of sentimental significance like

“I’m glad it’s