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As Maggie descended the stairs at the Camerons‘ residence the next day, she spotted Ronald with Joseph and a few others, poring over contracts by the coffee table.
“Hey, Maggie, perfect timing. Check out these assets. I’m planning to use them as collateral with Mr. Harris.” Ronald beckoned.
Without hesitation, Maggie joined them, scanning the documents to grasp their essence.
are we
However, she couldn’t hide her surprise. “Dad, are we mortgaging Prosperity Mall, Centersea Hotel, and Cloudsea land too?”
Recalling the family’s past success with the Cloudsca land, Maggie felt a pang of concern..
If Nathael pocketed these properties, they could say sayonara to them.
“Yep, experts evaluated them. Prosperity’s too outdated, Centersea’s facilities are old–fashioned, and Cloudsea’s too remote. Even if we develop it in the future, returns won’t be great,” Ronald explained.
Maggie paused, refraining from pressing further.
Admittedly, Prosperity’s charm had faded, its dated décor failing to attract foot traffic, prompting international brands to shun it.
Though Centersea boasted five–star status, its facilities wore the patina of age. Yet, its prime location ensured healthy annual returns despite the outdated amenities.
The obvious solution loomed: a modernisation and renovation of the hotel. However, such endeavours demanded funding, a resource currently elusive to the Camerons.
Cloudsea, once fervently championed by Maggie, now lay neglected by the Camerons, in
unrecognised. It seemed fate had turned a deaf ear to their ambitions.
After a thorough assessment, Maggie grasped the gravity of the situation.
potential
Ronald’s stash of projects, beyond the Camerons‘ main ventures, housed the list Maggie ‘acquired‘ from Naharl
After Ronald checked out the project and saw the list, the Camerons wasted no time. They hustled to gather up funds and dive right in!
Some of these high–risk projects might seem like they’re making bank at first, painting a rosy picture for
the future.
A flicker of concern flashed across Maggie’s face as she furrowed her brow, picking up on a hint of trouble
in the air.
The Camerons were heading down a risky road, so much so that even the skies might look away.
“I can’t see any problems coming up. Maggie said with conviction.
Ronald nodded in reply. Maggie spotted a hefty pile of photos on the coffee table, next to a list showcasing various talent shows either on air or scheduled to be.
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Plus, this morning on Twitter, she caught the Camerons reaching out to loads of onl
Luster Corporation’s jewelry.
On top of that, Albert whipped up a brand–new product in a hurry, set to hit the shelves in just a week, currently in the promo stage.
“Maggie, hang out with Mr. Harris more, see if you can squeeze any info out of him.”
“Got it,” answered Maggie, her face sombre.
Ronald sighed heavily, “Mr. Harris is a big shot and super slick. Dad’s all for you two being together, but only when the Camerons are rock–solid can you tie the knot with the Harrises, and only then will they give their blessing….
Ronald was speaking slowly, the look on his face solemn.
Maggie gave her undivided attention, but there was a hint of iciness in her eyes.
She wondered what her poison was and how long had the Camerons been spiking her food and drinks.
Joseph and Sierra probably don’t know anything, or I can wheedle something out of them.
It won’t be easy to get anything from the old man and his boys.
She left the Camerons‘ place and decided to make a trip to the hospital.
Maggie couldn’t shake the memory of quizzing Nathael last night about how he found out she was at Timmothy’s, only to find out Nolan had been quietly covering for him. Sitting in the car, she felt a wave of
her. unease wash over
A moment later, she called Leo. Nolan was following her everywhere, and she needed to be rid of him. Navigating situations like this wasn’t Maggie’s strong suit, especially with no clue where Nolan was.
Once Leo gave her directions, Maggie fired up the engine.
Thirty minutes of driving later, the car plunged into a tumultuous neighbourhood..
Leo’s crew closed in on Nolan in a flash, prompting Maggie to hit the gas and bolt out of a nearby alley, her heart racing.
It wasn’t until Leo’s voice crackled over the phone, confirming Nolan’s disappearance, that Maggie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
Relief flooded through her, but a knot of worry still gnawed at her gut.
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Maggie pondered whether Nathael would fret over this when he learned, but she had no alternative for
now.
Quickly, she opted for a top–notch private hospital, ensuring strict confidentiality.
After enduring a lengthy examination lasting more than two hours, Maggie sat in the waiting area, her mind adrift.
In that instant, a peculiar sensation washed over her as if she awaited judgment.
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A self–deprecating chuckle escaped Maggie’s lips. The Camerons had handed her a six–year reprieve, but she couldn’t predict how much time she truly had.
By two in the afternoon, Maggie received her test results.
Seated across from a bespectacled professor, Maggie listened for the third time as he muttered, “This is…. peculiar.”
She resisted the urge to probe further.
The moment the doctor took off his glasses and addressed her, Maggie was taken aback. “Your test results are quite unusual,” he began. “Many of your levels are off, but I can’t quite put my finger on the problem.”
Maggie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“You seem to show signs of poisoning, though it doesn’t seem too serious,” the doctor continued.
After a pause, the professor spoke again, “We’ll need to delve deeper into your condition. We’ll reach out once we have more answers.”
Maggie held back from asking more questions, thanked the doctor, and stood to leave.
In truth, it wasn’t surprising that nothing was found, given her history of countless hospital visits before any diagnosis would be drawn in her past life.
The elderly professor seemed surprised as Maggie got ready to go, pausing before asking, “Young lady, you’re here for a check–up. I expect you to consult a doctor.
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She wanted to consult a doctor, but he couldn’t find out what was wrong with her.
“I’ll give you an address. Go see my mentor first for an examination, and I’ll also do another round of tests. here. We’ll let you know the results,” the professor explained.
Swiftly, he scribbled down an address and contact info on a medical record.
“Thanks, Maggie said, taking the note and carefully jotting down the details.
“From what I’ve seen, it seems you’re dealing with chronic poisoning,” the elderly professor noted. “Though the details might not all add up right now, brace yourself.”
Maggie grinned back. “Got it.”
The professor’s kindness put Maggie at ease, making any hassle seem trivial. She headed to the address he gave, arriving at a medical university.
The professor’s mentor, an octogenarian and the dean of the medical school, greeted Maggie. Despite his age, he emanated a strong and reassuring presence, with sharp cheekbones, silver hair, and wise, slightly drooping brows.
“Have a seat. I’ll check your pulse first, he said in a gentle tone, clearly briefed by the professor about Maggie’s situation.
As he placed his slender, weathered hand on her wrist. Maggie noticed a familiar expression on his face.