Chapter 712
“There’s nothing money can’t solve,” Tiffany thought. “If twenty million dollars isn’t enough, then forty million; and if forty million doesn’t work, then four hundred million!”
With that thought, she readily agreed, her hesitant, frowning demeanor transforming into one of confidence. Christopher was momentarily taken aback, swallowing his previous words of persuasion. His smile spread as he responded, “Thank you very much, Miss Tiffany. Consider the previous payment a deposit, and I’ll arrange to transfer the funds to your account immediately.”
“Alright,” Tiffany replied, satisfied with his efficiency and decisiveness. She appreciated his straightforward and prompt manner.
Although Daniel’s condition had worsened significantly, making a complete cure challenging, Tiffany was determined to treat him to secure her child’s future. She couldn’t afford to fail.
While Tiffany was engrossed in diagnosing Daniel’s condition, June arrived with the spirit herbs and other essential medicines Tiffany had requested. In the bedroom, the other servants had already left. Only the unconscious Daniel, Tiffany, and June remained. Observing the severity of the situation, June expressed her concern: “Miss Kelley, are you confident about this? If I had known the illness was this peculiar, I wouldn’t have encouraged you to take on this responsibility…”
She worried about Tiffany’s well-being, thinking, Diagnosing and providing acupuncture treatments are highly strenuous. Tiffany is still in the early stages of pregnancy—what if overexertion affects the child?
Hearing June’s concern, Tiffany chuckled softly and discreetly touched her lower abdomen. Her abdomen was still flat, and she couldn’t feel any changes. But the marvel of life lay within her, a small life growing and sharing her bloodline.
“Don’t worry, June. I’ll be fine,” Tiffany reassured her gently. Tiffany was fully aware of her physical condition. Although her constitution had changed significantly, the energy required for acupuncture wouldn’t impact her. Besides, she eagerly anticipated her child’s birth and wouldn’t take any risks or allow anything to harm the child. Even this time, in treating Daniel, she had carefully considered her own capacity and limits.
June nodded, saying, “Understood, Miss Kelley.” She realized she had been overly concerned, forgetting Tiffany’s strength.
After finishing the diagnosis, Tiffany paused before administering a spirit herb to Daniel, then began the acupuncture treatment. The illness she had suppressed the night before was flaring up again, even more aggressively, confirming her previous approach wasn’t effective. She decided to try a different method to draw out the illness.
Tiffany focused intently on the acupuncture, sealing all the key temples. Observing Daniel’s reaction, she asked, “June, have we received any response to the divorce agreement?”
“Not yet,” June replied. June hesitated, wanting to say something positive about Richard, but seeing Tiffany didn’t pursue the topic, she remained silent.
Silence filled the bedroom, broken only by soft pings from Tiffany’s phone. She glanced at it; it was a bank transfer notification. The Cooper family had kept their word. The agreed-upon two hundred million dollars for the treatment had been transferred into her account.
Tiffany’s mood lifted. Although she wasn’t short of money—her businesses at Starkise Entertainment and Miracle Healer brought in a steady income—she had recently spent a significant amount resolving the Kelley family’s financial crisis, buying back shares from Morwen. This transfer provided reassurance.
After some thought, Tiffany added, “June, follow up on that divorce agreement. We wouldn’t want certain people kept waiting.” Sitting in a position that didn’t truly belong to her made her uncomfortable.
June sighed and nodded. “Yes.”
In the spacious, elegantly designed CEO’s office on the top floor of Royal Tower, Tyrone cautiously watched his boss, silently counting. This was the eighteenth time his boss had checked his reflection that day. Even though his boss was strikingly handsome, this was unusual. He’d even changed his coffee flavor.
Tyrone studied him cautiously, clearing his throat to catch Richard’s attention. “Mr. Hampton, these documents require your signature.”
“This many?” Garry (disguised as Richard) gasped, nearly biting his tongue. Being the CEO is harder than I imagined. I’ve already signed so many documents my wrist is sore, and now there’s more?
“Alright, alright,” Garry replied, settling into the leather chair and beginning to sign. He carefully imitated the signature, grumbling inwardly, Who knows where Richard went, leaving me to handle the company… At least he’s arranged everything. Now I just have to sit here and sign.
Garry stifled a yawn, catching Tyrone’s furtive glance. He put on a stern expression and commanded, “What are you staring at? Go wait outside!”
“Yes, yes,” Tyrone responded, nodding and retreating. Before closing the door, he reminded Garry, “Mr. Hampton, these are urgent. Just call me once you’ve signed, and I’ll collect them.”
“Got it, got it,” Garry replied, swiftly scribbling his signature on each document. Richard had arranged for Garry to impersonate him because of their similar builds and Garry’s skill at replicating handwriting.
Even Tyrone, who worked closely with Richard, hadn’t noticed anything unusual, though he was puzzled by the change in his boss’s personality—from calm and inscrutable to oddly unpredictable. No one suspected an imposter.
Garry signed ten urgent documents rapidly. In his haste, he didn’t notice a divorce agreement inadvertently included beneath the stack. He signed Richard’s name on it. His imitation was flawless.
“Phew, done,” Garry sighed. “This is exhausting. I’ll have to ask Richard for a reward for this.” He pressed a desk phone button. Tyrone entered, taking the signed documents.
Tyrone, hurried by Richard’s (Garry’s) imposing aura, quickly moved with urgency. He handed the documents to his assistant, who delivered the urgent ones to the respective departments. The files reached the last person, revealing a few extra papers at the bottom. A female employee looked at them curiously and remarked, “Huh, what’s this?”
This cleaned-up version improves grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure for better readability. It also removes the extraneous information at the end.