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After the Murphy family left Tomlake Heights, they all got into a Mercedes van.
Peony saw that Miranda did not look well, and it was probably because of what just happened. She asked with a frown, âMiranda, what the hell was that? What the hell happened earlier?â
Miranda did not want to talk about it.
Under her motherâs repeated questioning, she finally explained the matter once again.
Peony slapped the table in anger. âThat ungrateful thing. Itâs alright that he found someone to put on a show to blackmail us. How dare he ruin your five hundred million dollar contract?â
Armstrongâs face darkened too. âClarence has gone too far.â
âDad, Mom, forget it.â Miranda shook her head.
William smiled faintly. âMiranda, I know Young Master Zimmerman of Horizontal River Property Development Group very well. Why donât I give him a call? Remyâs just a department manager. Heâll listen to Young Master Zimmerman.â
Armstrong and Peonyâs eyes lit up. âOkay. Sorry for the trouble.â
What was on their minds was the five hundred million dollar contract.
Miranda frowned and hesitated for a few seconds before nodding silently.
The company was already struggling, and the five hundred million dollar contract was the key to her turnaround.
She had worked out all the details. She would have been celebrating with the signed contract now if Clarence had not meddled with it.
âOkay, Iâll call Young Master Zimmerman.â
William smiled.
Armstrong and Peony pulled themselves together. âKeep quiet.â
Beep beep beep. The phone rang for a few seconds before Young Master Zimmerman answered. William explained Mirandaâs case to him and hung up.
âDonât worry, Miranda. Young Master Zimmerman has given me his word.â William smiled proudly.
âHuh? Really?â Miranda looked delighted.
Within three minutes, Mirandaâs phone rang.
Remy smiled obsequiously on the other end of the line. âMs. Murphy, you should have told me you had such strong connections. I agree to the contract.â
âWhat? Agree?â
Remy continued to smile obsequiously. âYes, I agree. Just donât blame me, Ms. Murphy.â
With Leanne as her backer, Remy dared not give Miranda a hard time.
Even the president of Horizontal River Group, Homer, dared not offend Leanneâlet alone Remy daring to offend her.
âOkay, thank you, Mr. Zimmerman.â
Miranda hung up happily. She was ecstatic. âGreat, Remy agreed to my contract. He also said I should have told him earlier that I had such strong connections.â
Peony looked pleased. âMiranda, look, you should have discussed this with William.
âIf you had discussed it with him, you could have just stayed at home and had the contract signed without even leaving the house.â
Armstrong nodded too. âYou should thank William.â
âThank you, William.â Mirandaâs heart warmed.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYouâre welcome, Miranda.â
William smiled faintly, but he wondered what had happened to Young Master Zimmerman today. He was so efficient.
âWilliamâs good. Heâs really efficient.
âHeâs so much better than that loser Clarence.â Armstrong laughed. He was pleased with William.
Peony beat around the bush and said, âOh, William would have been a good match for Miranda!
âTsk. What a pity that Old Master set the marriage up so soon.â
Belle was caustic. âItâs quite a pity. Mirandaâs already married.
âIf she wasnât married, Iâd want a promising brother-in-law.
âA loser like Clarence isnât good enough for the Murphy family.â
Melody agreed as she applied her nail polish. âBelleâs right.â
Williamâs eyes twinkled slightly as he acted like a gentleman. âItâs alright. I like Miranda. I donât care who she is or whether she has a husband.â
âGosh!â
âWhat a lovestruck man!â
Belle and Melody exclaimed.
Peonyâs eyes lit up, and she exchanged a glance with her husband Armstrong.
If Clarence and Miranda had a divorce, William was indeed a great choice.
Williamâs pedigree, background, and potential were nothing Clarence could ever be able to catch up with. William was also the type of man they thought would make a good husband.
Miranda frowned. âWilliam, I have a husband.â
Belle exclaimed weirdly, âYo, so what if you have a husband? Itâs not like you canât divorce him.â
William looked affectionate. âMiranda, Iâm willing to wait for you.â
Miranda was flustered. Clarenceâs face appeared to her. Following that, scenes of Clarence lying to her and of his ambiguous relationship with Cecilia appeared to her as well. She turned her pretty face to look outside the window.
Clarence had not left Tomlake Heights. He was led by Leanne into a top luxury private room in Tomlake Heights.
Rare mahogany furniture, antiques, calligraphies, paintings, and porcelain vases worth millions and tens of millions of dollars were randomly placed in the room as decorations.
Leanne sat down and made tea for Clarence. âMaster Howard, other than thanking you today, I want to ask you to help cure a sickness.â
âCure a sickness? Ms. Wright, youâre in good health and have no symptoms.â Clarence looked at the woman in confusion.
Leanne smiled and poured Clarence a cup of tea. It was fragrant. âOf course Iâm not sick. I mean to say, the father of one of my best friends is one of the top ten richest people overseas. He has more assets than the Wright family.
âHe had gone overseas for certain reasons, and now is very famous among the society of Maple Country.
âHis business covers nearly more than half of Maple Country.
âHowever, my best friendâs father is getting old. Just about half a year ago, his health started to deteriorate day by day, until he fell ill completely.
âFor the past six months, my best friend has seen famous doctors all over the world, but there have been no improvements.
âThis time, sheâs returned to the country to try traditional medicine.
âMaster Howard, it just so happens that youâve cured my dad, so Iâd like to introduce you to her.â
âMaster Howard, to tell you the truth, my best friend is at Tomlake Heights. Iâll ask her to come out if youâre willing to see her.
âForget it if youâre unwilling,â Leanne said very politely.
It was up to Clarence whether he was going to cure her best friendâs father. She respected Clarence.
Clarence was tactful, too. âAsk your best friend to come over. I need to know whatâs going on.â
âSure.â
Leanne nodded with a smile. She made a phone call.
In less than two minutes, a woman with long burgundy colored hair and a model-esque figure walked in.
She wore a Givenchy womenâs suit, her pants clinging to her beautiful legs to reveal her S-shaped figure.
She wore bright red high heels which made a thudding noise on the ground. She had the aura of a queen.
The woman looked down at Clarence, who was sitting in his chair, with a haughty look on her face. âAre you the miracle doctor? Youâve made me wait for so long.
âI heard from Leanne that youâre very good at medicine. Go home and get ready. Youâll come with me to Maple Country tomorrow.
âIâll give you one billion if you cure my dad.
âHereâs a check for one hundred million. Itâs the deposit!
The woman took out a checkbook, scribbled down a string of numbers, and threw it at Clarence as if he was a charity case.