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Kelly’s Baby were limp as the collapsed onto the bed, the anger in her eyes fading as her eyelids slowly closed.
William’s panicked voice filled the room. “Emily, are you okay? Someone, call a doctor
Kelly never imagined that her sudden collapse would land her in a foreign country, far from home
William went to great lengths, hiring, three caregivers to work in shifts and assigning twenty bodyguards to ensure her exlery,
She thought the could return home once the recovered, but it was only then she realized she couldn’t even leave the estate. The caregivers and bodyguards weren’t just there to care for her–they were there to keep her under constant watch.
Ever since Camila moved into the Campbell residence, her days had been filled with joy. Once starved of love, she now found her heart brimming with the affection of Lindsey, Keira, and Hazel.
Lindsey quickly discovered a new passion–shopping for Camila. She was set on making sure Camila looked her best, often remarking, “Camila is so young and beautiful. It would be such a pity not to dress her up.”
Even though Camila rarely stepped outside, Lindsey was unstoppable. She bought Camila countless clothes, shoes, jewelry, and handbags, sparing no effort to spoil her.
Meanwhile, Keira and Hazel took turns cooking delicious meals for Camila. In just a few days, her pale face began to glow healthily. Though she was still a bit frail, the daily happiness had chased away the shadow that once hung over her.
However, apart from mealtimes, Camila spent nearly all her time behind closed doors in her room.
Lindsey grew increasingly worried about her mental state and tried several times to coax her out of the room.
Giovani reassured her, saying, “Grandma, your birthday is just a month away. Camila’s been working hard on a handmade gift for you. Let her focus, alright?”
Lindsey’s eyes brightened at the news. Deeply touched and understanding why Camila had shut herself in, she decided to leave her be.
One morning, Giovani was having breakfast when his phone rang–it was Turner calling.
Giovani picked up the phone and walked to the floor–to–ceiling window. “What’s up?” he asked.
Turner’s voice came through the line. “Mr. Campbell, Owen has been dealt with. Our people broke his leg, and he’s still unconscious in the hospital. What else do you need me to do?”
Giovani’s expression darkened as he thought about Owen–a lawyer who had sent Camila, an innocent woman, to prison. “If he can’t even do his job right, then he doesn’t deserve to be a lawyer,” he replied coldly.
Turner had expected nothing less from Giovani. Owen, despite being a lawyer, had betrayed his conscience and sent Camila to prison.
What made it worse was that Owen’s success as a lawyer came at Camila’s expense. Back in high school, she worked tirelessly, entered competitions, and won prizes–all to support him financially.
Owen repaid her sacrifices with betrayal, sending her to five years of hell in prison.
The fact that Owen could live comfortably as a lawyer was largely thanks to Camila. Yet, while her life was in shambles, he continued to live high and mighty. Giovani couldn’t tolerate such injustice.
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Turner shook his head, thinking, ‘Crossing someone the Campbells care about? That was a death sentence;
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Following Giovani’s orders, Turner quickly got to work. He reached out to industry contacts, gathered evidence of Owen’s illegal activities, and submitted it to the relevant authorities, including the bar association.
Turner’s meticulous efforts paid off quickly–Owen’s license was revoked in no time,
When the anesthesia wore off, the sharp pain from his broken leg jolted Owen awake. His screams echoed in the hospital room. The pain was so unbearable, and he wished he could pass out just to make it stop.
But that was just the beginning. When Owen found out his lawyer license was revoked and he had to pay a huge fine of hundreds of thousands of dollars for his illegal practices, he felt like the world went dark.
Although Owen had only been a lawyer for five years, his reputation had been enough to secure him a house and a car in the bustling city of Sancho.
But after those purchases, his savings were nearly wiped out, leaving him completely unprepared to pay the massive fine.
Since he couldn’t pay the fine, his house and car were seized. The money in his bank account, already drained by surgery and hospital bills, dwindled to almost nothing.
By the time he was discharged from the hospital, he had just 3,000 dollars left–barely enough to scrape by in a city like Sancho.
He tried to find a new job, but with a broken leg and his lawyer’s license revoked, every opportunity seemed closed off. His former friendly colleagues now ignored him completely. When he reached out to friends for help, he only got cold. responses or outright rejections.
At night, Owen sat alone in his dark, damp apartment. The silence was deafening as he stared at the empty walls. His chest tightened with regret, and the weight of his mistakes crushed him.
Owen’s downfall marked the beginning of chaos, as both the Jackson Group and the Connor Group faced severe blows with partners pulling out one after another.
Arthur and William were running themselves ragged every day, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t stop their companies‘ stocks from plummeting.
Meanwhile, at the Campbell residence, Camila was fully immersed in preparing a birthday gift for Lindsey.
She sat at her desk, sunlight streaming softly through the window, wrapping her in a gentle golden glow.
In front of her was a nearly finished embroidery piece, with a rose design that already looked lifelike on the fabric.
Camila’s hands moved with incredible precision, weaving through the fabric with ease. Her focused gaze never left the cloth, and every stitch she made was flawless, blending thread and fabric seamlessly.
Her technique was masterful. She alternated between long and short stitches to outline the petals, giving them natural contours and depth. Then, she used flat stitches to fill in the colors, making each petal vibrant and perfectly shaded.
To capture the rose’s delicate beauty, Camila carefully selected threads ranging from the palest pink to the deepest crimson, ensuring a smooth and natural gradient.
She carefully chose threads of different colors and used delicate stitches to bring the rose to life. The layered petals were vibrant and full of detail, making the flower look almost real, as if it carried a faint fragrance.
Camila was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice Giovani standing behind her, watching for quite some time.
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Giovani was stunned as he saw her work. He never imagined Camila’s embroidery skills would be this exceptional, perfectly matching the legendary “Majestic Bloom.” Anyone unaware might think both pieces were her creations.
A month flew by, and Lindsey’s birthday drew closer.
During this time, Arthur looked utterly exhausted, his eyes bloodshot as he pored over countless reports, desperately searching for a way to save the company.
The once–loyal partners now responded with cold indifference, their calls filled with merciless termination notices.
He yelled at his team in frustration, but deep down, he knew it wouldn’t fix anything.
At the same time, William attended numerous business events, trying to recover the company’s losses, but each attempt ended in disappointment.
His hair was disheveled, his shirt collar perpetually undone, and the confident aura he once carried was nowhere to be seen.
Both men, trapped in dire straits, pinned all their hopes on Lindsey’s birthday banquet.
They searched for information and found that the event would be held at Sancho’s most luxurious hotel. Both Sancho’s elite families and Northeville’s deeply rooted families would attend. This was their one chance.
