Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 190

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“I have no intention of joining officially,” Margaret replied gently. “But I would be willing to form a partnership with you instead.”

Darren looked surprised. “What exactly do you have in mind, Ms. Campbell?”

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“I own two medicine shops now,” Margaret explained. “They’re not enormous, but far larger than most small medicine shops around town. Both only sell prepared medicinal herbs and remedies, run by young apprentices alone–no resident physicians on staff.”

“You wish me to assign a couple of our doctors to your shops?” Darren guessed.

“That’s not it,” Margaret said. “I have no desire to run a clinic and treat patients. Ordinary medicine shops with physicians line every street; there’s no need for another one. If your doctors came to work for me instead of staying at your pavilion, it would make little difference to the townsfolk. It would only boost my business to have healers on–site. What I want is simply to run a medicinal supply business.”

Darren studied her thoughtfully. “Plenty of medicine shops in Breston only sell medicines as well…”

“Exactly why a partnership makes perfect sense,” Margaret smiled faintly. “I plan to develop entirely new medicinal formulas. I’ll provide the recipes, and you can oversee production. You’ve run your medical pavilion for years, with vast connections and supply networks. With your experience, this venture will surely thrive.”

“We heal and treat the sick day in and day out,” Darren said. “We have little experience developing new proprietary medicines.”

“You’ll find these well worth your interest,” Margaret smiled.

As she spoke, a small vial of pills appeared in her palm out of nowhere. “These are simple anti- inflammatory pills. Take this vial to test them first. Their healing effect will far exceed anything you’ve seen before.”

She paused, then added, “I have many more rare medicinal formulas just like this. If you’re interested, come to me later. I’ll supply the recipes; you handle production. We’ll split manufacturing costs down the middle, and divide all profits equally.”

Darren clarified, “So you provide the formulas, and I secure the raw ingredients?”

“Most importantly, you handle all sales,” Margaret said. “Your reputation is renowned throughout the city. Folks will trust any medicine bearing your name. I’m still new and unknown in this field.”

Darren nodded slowly. “I have complete faith in your medical skill, I knew your acupuncture mastery was extraordinary, but I never imagined you also excel at crafting medicinal pills. No wonder you have no interest in joining our pavilion as a mere healer.”

“It’s not that I disdain the offer,” Margaret hurried to explain. “You overstate it. I’m simply used to freedom, and dislike being bound to an organization or answering to others.”

Darren smiled, “I understand perfectly. I won’t ask you again.”

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Chapter 190 It Fit Poorly

He tucked the vial of pills away. “Might I see a few of your formulas first?”

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“Of course–as long as you can produce them properly,” Margaret agreed readily, then wrote out several detailed prescriptions. They were simple herbal combinations, yet entirely unknown in this realm.

After handing the papers to Darren, she exchanged a few brief words and saw him off.

As for the lavish gifts he’d brought, Margaret quietly stored them away in her storage space. She left only a few less valuable trinkets and had the crate carried to her storage chamber to keep up appearances.

By the time everything was settled, night had fully fallen.

She returned to her courtyard, worn out, yet still forced herself to jog a few laps around the yard before heading to her room.

Winter brought her evening meal. After eating, Margaret bathed and freshened up.

No sooner had she finished than Winter hurried over with a new set of clothes, looking delighted.

She said, “Ms. Campbell, Mr. Timothy Campbell had several new outfits tailor–made for you. Please try this one on and see if it fits.”

“Set it aside,” Margaret said calmly.

“Mr. Timothy Campbell hasn’t commissioned new clothes for you in years,” Winter said earnestly. “This is such a rare gesture. He must finally recognize your worth and will surely start looking after you more carefully from now on.”

“You say he hasn’t made me new clothes for years,” Margaret replied flatly. “Yet he sends this suddenly, without taking my current measurements. How can this be a sign of newfound care?”

Even so, she picked up the dress and slipped it on after her bath.

It fit poorly.

Though far looser than her old garments, it still hung too baggily on her now–slender frame.

Tightening the sash a little made it wearable enough, though.

Winter helped her adjust the dress. “It suits you well enough. Mr. Timothy Campbell is a man, after all–he wouldn’t notice small details like that. He probably picked this one out specially. Look how lovely the soft pink shade is.”

Margaret’s expression remained impassive.

She had never liked pink, nor had the original girl.

Yet her own father seemed not to know this at all.

He’d chosen this overly frilly pink dress, designed to accentuate the waist, yet ill–fitted all the same.

The gaudy patterns embroidered on the skirt were clearly the tacky style middle–aged men favored.

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