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If Andrew refused, it wouldn’t stop them. They’d find her eventually—likely in a manner far messier than a direct invitation. The chaos that could unfold wasn’t worth the risk.
Quietly, Isabella calculated her next move. Andrew’s collaborations were always with equals. Perhaps she could get Jared to reach out to their branch in Mafelen and find out which family had a member critically ill. With Homelight Enterprise’s influence in Mafelen, preparation could offer an edge.
Isabella’s wide, imploring eyes locked onto Andrew. Understanding her resolve, he sighed in reluctant agreement.
“I’ll agree, but sweetheart, promise me—if anything feels off, you’ll tell me immediately. Their identities are… complicated.”
Isabella nodded firmly. “Don’t worry. I’ll put my safety above everything else.”
“Alright, I’ll handle it tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
Isabella’s face softened into a relieved smile. She lingered with Andrew in the office until they finally left together.
Later that evening, as Isabella tidied up in the bathroom, Andrew reached for his phone to call his secretary.
“Mr. Klein, are you saying you want to meet the people from Mafelen?”
The secretary had been receiving repeated invitations from the people from Mafelen, emphasizing their willingness to compromise on almost every aspect of the collaboration—except for arranging a meeting with Dr. Mia.
Aware that a meeting with Dr. Mia was highly improbable, the secretary had turned down their requests multiple times. Andrew’s sudden change of heart, therefore, came as an unexpected surprise. Having worked under Andrew for years, the secretary admired him as both a boss and an industry mentor.
But curiosity got the better of him.
“Mr. Klein, has something shifted? Did they recruit someone extraordinary to sway you?”
Andrew’s tone turned icy, cutting through the secretary’s naivety.
“If this deal succeeds, those people from Mafelen should be thanking you the most!”
The call ended abruptly, leaving the secretary baffled, the receiver still in hand. He was utterly confused about how he had managed to upset Andrew once again.
He hadn’t aided the people from Mafelen or spoken on their behalf. Why should they owe him thanks?
Why did Andrew pin this on him?
The secretary shook his head, a cloud of confusion settling over him. Yet, as he paused to gather his thoughts, he recalled that earlier that afternoon, he had mentioned Dr. Mia to Isabella. Could she have influenced Andrew?
Was Andrew reluctantly agreeing but internally fuming? The secretary gulped.
If that were true, Andrew’s sharp remark, followed by simply hanging up, was shockingly mild—proof of his remarkable patience.
Feeling both chastened and grateful, the secretary renewed his silent vow of loyalty to Andrew.
Without delay, he contacted the people from Mafelen to set up the meeting.
Meanwhile, at the penthouse suite of Ansport’s most opulent hotel, Ailyn sat cloistered in her room, refusing to step out since her dinner with the models.
A knock interrupted her solitude. Nathan waited outside.
“Miss Vettel, they’ve summoned you.”
Minutes later, the door swung open, revealing Ailyn, already dressed.
“Did they say why?”
Nathan shook his head.
Ailyn’s expression darkened. The fashion show was over, yet there was still no trace of Dr. Mia.
Their time in Lorpond was limited, and if there was no progress soon…
Her eyes glinted coldly. If progress wasn’t made soon, she would have no choice but to abduct Damari and extract Dr. Mia’s information by force.
Following Nathan, Ailyn entered a lavish suite occupied by the elders.
In the living room, the elders sat with furrowed brows and anxious expressions, their faces etched with worry. Ailyn carefully observed them, taking in the shared signs of distress that marked each of their features. She knew that another attempt to reach Andrew had failed.
“Can we offer any more concessions on the collaboration?” she asked.
The elders shook their heads.
“Miss Vettel, we’ve practically handed them the deal, yet Klein Group won’t budge. Do you think this Dr. Mia might be a hoax? Could that be why they’re hesitant to agree?”
“That’s not possible,” Ailyn said firmly, shaking her head. “My uncle’s information is always reliable. The patriarchs of the Lambert and Klein families in Ansport were diagnosed with terminal illnesses. If not for Dr. Mia, they wouldn’t have survived this long.”
The gravity of her words settled over everyone. Upon arriving in Ansport, they had wasted no time and immediately sought contact with the Lambert and Klein families, desperate to meet Dr. Mia.
But their hopes had been quickly dashed. The Lambert family had claimed they had lost contact with Dr. Mia long ago.
Their attempts with the Klein family weren’t much better. Despite their offers of lucrative business cooperation, Andrew refused to disclose anything useful. Yet, they knew he had met Dr. Mia recently.
“What now, Ailyn? The fashion show has ended, and many people back home are watching every move we make. We can’t linger in Lorpond much longer.” The pressure was mounting. After all, the prominent families thrived on fierce competition.
They all came from the same branch of the family, and there were countless people eyeing Ailyn’s father’s position. If they failed to cure him, their branch would lose power and be forced to submit to others.
“We need to think harder,” Ailyn said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “What could the Klein Group possibly want from us? There has to be a way to make this work. If we fail again—“
Her words were interrupted by the shrill ring of a phone. An elder in their group quickly answered, his expression shifting as he listened. Moments later, his face broke into a wide smile.
“Really?” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement. “That’s incredible news. We’ll be there tomorrow, right on time!”
After he hung up, the elder’s worry melted away, replaced by visible relief and joy.
“Good news!” he announced. “The Klein Group has agreed to our terms. Andrew’s secretary just called—he has arranged a meeting for tomorrow, and Dr. Mia will be there as well.”
“Should we confirm this?” one of the elders asked cautiously, a hint of doubt in his tone. “It doesn’t quite feel like this call came directly from the Klein Group.”
Suspicion lingered in the air.
Lingering doubt filled the air. They had already humbled themselves in their efforts to cooperate, but Andrew had been unyielding. Why would he suddenly change his mind?
“Is it possible someone else has influenced Andrew?” another speculated.
Ailyn narrowed her eyes. After a moment’s thought, she turned to the group. “Let’s go through with it. Whatever their reason, we’ll find out tomorrow.”
The others exchanged glances and then nodded in agreement.
“Ailyn, rest early tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll meet Dr. Mia together. No matter what happens, you must persuade her to treat your father.”
Ailyn’s expression hardened with determination. “Don’t worry. I will.”
The following day, Isabella and Andrew arrived at the venue—a club owned by the Klein Group, renowned for its impeccable security.
As they made their way to the second floor, the club manager approached Andrew, greeting him with the utmost respect.
Concerned for Isabella’s safety, Andrew pulled the manager aside to clarify some details about their meeting. Isabella stayed behind, leaning casually against the wall of the second-floor hallway. Her eyes wandered over the club’s luxurious d?cor as she waited, her expression calm but watchful.
The faint murmur of voices floated up from the stairway, but she paid them little attention.
Stepping aside to make space, she cast a casual glance toward the source—and froze.
Ailyn?
Behind Ailyn trailed several middle-aged men, their composed expressions and dignified bearing marking them as influential figures. Suspicion bloomed in Isabella’s mind.
Ailyn was a well-known aristocrat from Mafelen. Coincidentally, the person Isabella and Andrew were here to meet was also a powerful figure from Mafelen.
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