Chapter 707

Tiffany handed Richard the divorce papers and walked away with nothing. While she still owned Miracle Healer, StarRise Entertainment, and Treasure Tower—ensuring a steady income—Tiffany only felt secure with a substantial bank balance.

"Accept it," Tiffany instructed June.

"Yes, Miss Kelley. I'll respond immediately," June replied, sending a reply.

The client responded almost instantly, providing the address and asking for Tiffany's availability that day. Their eagerness suggested urgency.

"Miss Kelley, the client's condition is urgent. They want to know if you're available today and can't wait," June reported.

"Fine. Let's go," Tiffany agreed.

Tiffany initially considered a disguise, but since her identity was public, it was pointless. They left in the car.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at a sprawling manor.

June double-checked the address on her phone, then looked at the grand estate. "We're here," she confirmed.

Tiffany stepped out and gazed at the manor's prime location overlooking Lovell City. The glowing neon lights below contrasted sharply with the serene, lush landscaping. Everything, from the manicured lawns to the expansive driveway, exuded luxury.

If the outside is this stunning, what must the inside look like? Tiffany thought.

She marveled at the manor's grandeur, reminding herself this was a significant job and the substantial consultation fee couldn't be missed.

As they approached the entrance, June hesitated. Wealthier clients often had peculiar rules and temperaments. She worried someone might question Tiffany's youth or medical skills and wished she'd brought more people.

Before her nerves could escalate, the grand metal gates swung open.

Dozens of uniformed servants emerged, lining up and bowing deeply.

June was stunned.

An older man stepped forward. "You must be from Miracle Healer?"

"Yes," June replied, introducing Tiffany. "This is my boss."

The man nodded. "I'm Christopher Thomson, the butler. Please come in. Mr. Cooper is waiting."

Christopher led them through the estate.

Tiffany noticed tall, white stone pillars engraved with the word "Empyrean"—the manor's name.

Inside, the lavish decor was breathtaking. Every detail, from the furniture to the priceless paintings, radiated wealth and impeccable taste. Tiffany's keen eye for rare artifacts recognized the extraordinary nature of everything. The owner must be incredibly rich, she thought.

She'd never heard of this wealthy individual.

"June, do we know anything about the client's background?" Tiffany asked quietly.

"His name is Daniel Cooper," June explained. "The Cooper family isn't originally from Lovell City, which explains why you haven't heard of them. They're an ancient family with immense wealth and influence. Mr. Cooper has been ill for years with a mysterious condition that no one has been able to cure. He maintains a low profile and rarely interacts with the public."

Noticing Tiffany's thoughtful expression, June asked, "Miss Kelley, is something wrong?"

June tensed, prepared for any reaction.

Tiffany smiled reassuringly. "It's nothing. I'm just overthinking."

No wonder the Coopers offered so much money, Tiffany mused.

June relaxed.

They reached a closed door. Christopher stopped. "Mr. Cooper prefers not to see strangers. Only Miracle Healer can enter. Please forgive the inconvenience."

June frowned, uneasy about Tiffany going in alone. But before she could protest, Tiffany said, "That's fine."

The door opened. Tiffany turned to June with a calm smile. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Reassured, June nodded. But as the door closed, a sense of familiarity struck her. Their first major job after Miracle Healer's revival had been at Royal Bay, under similarly secretive circumstances. What a coincidence, June mused.

Inside, Tiffany walked slowly. The room was large but dimly lit, heavy curtains blocking the light. She saw a figure in a wheelchair—Daniel, she assumed.

"Mr. Cooper?" Tiffany said. "May I open the curtains?"

Her voice echoed. The figure stirred, lifting his head. Their eyes met, and she thought she saw a faint smile.

"Go ahead," he replied. His voice was deep, smooth, and magnetic.

Tiffany opened the curtains, flooding the room with light.

The man in the wheelchair, head bowed, was revealed. The light illuminated his fair, sharp features and long lashes. Despite his pale, sickly appearance, his striking handsomeness was undeniable.