Nicoleâs worry lingered.
âRoscoe, are you absolutely certain about your health?â
âOf course.
Iâm a doctor, after all.
I wouldnât make such a claim without thoroughly checking myself first.
â Roscoe attempted to ease Nicoleâs worries, mindful of the weight of her existing concerns.
With a gentle chuckle, he said, âIâm all good now, Nicole.
Nothing tops the importance of staying alive.
â
âAlright, I will send you the pills,â Nicole responded.
Roscoe wasnât recovering as fast as he let on.
The beating he had taken had left him with a colorful collection of bruises, and now he was stuck in bed.
He needed some time to heal.
Not wanting Nicole to see his condition, he swiftly replied, âNo worries, Nicole.
Iâll arrange for someone to fetch them.
â
Recognizing the significance of the pills, Roscoe made arrangements for a trustworthy individual they both knew to fetch the pills.
Nicole then asked, âHow is your investment project coming along?â
Reluctant to cause her concern, Roscoe simply replied, âItâs progressing smoothly.
â
Knowing Roscoeâs reluctance to admit difficulties, Nicole shifted her approach.
âRoscoe, my best friendâs husband wields considerable influence.
You might have heard of him.
His name is Mitchel Dixon, CEO of the Dixon Group.
I could ask my friend and see if she can help you connect.
â
âThere is no need for that, Nicole.
I have this under control,â
Roscoe replied confidently.
Roscoe had heard of Mitchel, a heavyweight in finance renowned for his keen insights.
Roscoe had a meticulously crafted plan to breathe life back into the family business.
He harbored around sixty percent certainty that it could succeed, offering a glimmer of hope not just for himself but also for the smaller factories affiliated with his family.
However, with the Schultz family keeping their distance, doubts loomed over his plan as it encountered numerous hurdles.
Although Nicoleâs suggestion held allure, Roscoe hesitated to have her plead his case.
Considering the Dixon Groupâs size, he reasoned they likely received numerous partnership requests, and he didnât want to appear presumptuous.
Instead, he resolved to explore avenues such as seeking loans from banks or considering alternative options.
Despite his refusal, Nicole persisted, âRoscoe, my best friend is like family to me.
I canât promise about anyone else, but she will go above and beyond to help me.
â
Nicole made it clear to Roscoe as she explained, âDonât assume Iâm only doing this for your benefit.
I have faith in you, which is why Iâm suggesting you to my best friendâs husband.
He wouldnât invest in a bad project just to do me a favor.
If he gives the green light to your idea, itâs because itâs valuable.
â
Roscoe felt encouraged by her words, realizing that with such support, he could solve his problem much faster.
Moreover, only when he had the family business sorted out that he could devote more time to helping Nicole.
He had found himself tangled in his familyâs troubles without wanting to be.
He didnât care about social status and could manage on his own.
However, now that he was involved, there was no easy way out.
At this point, leaving for self-preservation seemed almost impossible.
Miguel, who had always been harsh, never really accepted Roscoe as part of the family, a painful truth Roscoe had come to accept.
On his deathbed, Miguel summoned Roscoe over, only to criticize his mother for being a bumpkin, someone he looked down on, which extended his hatred to Roscoe.
Even in his last moments, Miguelâs feelings toward Roscoe had not softened.
Nicole added, âIâm doing this because I see your potential as a businessperson.
You can excel in anything you set your mind to, so you must believe in yourself.
â
Finally, Roscoe agreed.
He nodded and said, âAlright, Iâll give it a try.
â
Nicole felt a wave of relief.
âGreat, Iâll speak to my friend soon.
â