The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 205

“Good morning,” I answered.

“Morning, Mia. Just confirming your meeting with Mr. Maxwell has been set for Thursday at his estate in Southampton. His assistant was very specific about the time-2 PM sharp. Apparently, Mr. Maxwell doesn’t tolerate lateness.”

“Thursday works,” I confirmed, mentally rearranging my schedule. “Did you get any more information about the project?”

“Just that it’s a complete renovation of his family estate, approximately fifteen acres with a main house, guest houses, and various outbuildings. Budget is essentially unlimited.” Camille paused. “Oh, and his assistant mentioned Mr. Maxwell has been following your work for some time and is particularly interested in your approach to therapeutic environments.”

“Interesting,” I said, making notes. “Can you send over any preliminary information we have on the property? Blueprints, historical data, zoning constraints?”

“Already compiled in your secure drive,” Camille replied efficiently. “And there’s one other thing-Mr. Maxwell requested you come alone. No assistants, no team members.”

I frowned. “That’s unusual.”

“Yes, but his assistant was insistent. Apparently, Mr. Maxwell prefers initial consultations to be one-on-one.”

“Alright,” I agreed reluctantly. “Please arrange a car for Thursday morning. I’ll want to review the materials thoroughly before the meeting.”

After hanging up, I spent a few minutes looking through Maxwell’s property information. The estate was impressive-originally built in the 1920s, expanded several times, with spectacular ocean views. The main house alone was over 12,000 square feet, with architectural elements that would be challenging but exciting to

work with.

Something about the project felt significant, though I couldn’t pinpoint why. Perhaps it was just Thomas’s reaction to the name, or the unusual request for me to come alone. Whatever it was, I felt a strange mixture of anticipation and unease.

The sound of the front door opening interrupted my thoughts.

“Mama! We’re home!” Alexander’s voice rang through the apartment, followed by the patter of running feet.

“And we brought you something!” Ethan added.

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