Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 175

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.

Half an hour later, Maggie had changed into a beige suit and arrived punctually at the Milware Design.

Likely influenced by the events of the previous day, the entire floor was almost exclusively occupied by Milware’s employees, with hardly any clients in sight. The few who were present seemed to have been affected too, evidently there to cancel their orders,

Chapter 175 Be Cautious in Trusting Others.

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

Redirecting her attention. Maggie made her way to Milware’s reception room.

In the spacious reception room, a receptionist was accompanying a young man, browsing through Milware’s design portfolio while providing explanations in a gentle voice.

As Maggie entered, the receptionist promptly stood up, greeting her with, “Maggie, you’re here.”

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

It’s him.

What’s his name again?

The name quickly came back to her–Timmothy Yonathan-

“Hello, Maggie,” Timmothy greeted her with a warm smile.

“Hello, Mr. Yonathan, Maggie replied, returning the greeting.

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

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

Now seated across from him, Maggie posed a composed question, “Mr. Yonathan, is there a house you need renovating?”

Timmothy, clad in a casual white shirt 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 of innocence and purity.

Reminiscing about their previous encounter, Maggie could not resist asking. “Did the model you mentioned last time break again?”

“After 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 explained, a note of uncertainty in his voice.

“So, was returning this bracelet the specific reason you sought me out?” Maggie questioned.