Chapter 116: All Is Well

Maggie collected her luggage as the plane landed smoothly and disembarked. Smiling, she handed Nathael a letter, saying, "Mr. Harris, this is for you."

Nathael's expression was cool. His gaze fell on the envelope; he hadn't touched it.

Maggie wasn't anxious. Since he didn't accept it, she placed the envelope on the storage table opposite him and disembarked.

Nathael's eyes lingered on her back. He slowly said, "Ms. Adam."

Maggie paused, glanced back, and asked, "What is it?"

"Remember to return my clothes," Nathael said slowly, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

Maggie was momentarily shocked, then remembered the paper bag at her feet. "Oh, that's right! I forgot."

She retrieved the clothes and left.

Nathael didn't rush to disembark. He leaned back, closed his eyes, then reopened them, took Maggie's envelope, and opened it. Inside, he found a portrait of himself and a message scrawled across the paper: "Nathael's a pig!"

Nathael's eyes fixed on the words. His forehead veins bulged, his temples throbbed. He gritted out, "Maggie Adam!"

Haha, no wonder she waited to give it to me. It turns out she was afraid I'd skin her alive!

Maggie made a quick exit, likely feeling quite pleased with herself.

After checking into her hotel, Maggie contacted the program coordinator, clarifying her course and location for the next few days before returning to her room to rest.

Shortly after, a call came. "Sorry, miss," the hotel staff said, "the clothing you sent has been wine-stained too long to clean. The fabric is delicate; we can't risk further attempts." Maggie rubbed her temples. "Just send them back," she replied.

Although she wasn't a fashion designer, she knew the fabric was delicate.

Maggie decided to call Alex. She was too intimidated to call Nathael.

After some ringing, Alex answered. Maggie said warmly, "Mr. Solace, how much does Mr. Harris's suit cost? I'll transfer the money."

Alex, looking at the coldly expressioned Nathael, replied, "Ms. Adam, his clothes are custom-made. And Mr. Harris isn't short of money." Maggie was at a loss for words.

Of course, I know Nathael isn't short of money, but isn't he clearly implying I should compensate?

Maggie decided to be direct. "Even custom-made clothes have a price. The stains are unremovable. Why don't you ask Nathael if he wants compensation?"

"Ms. Adam, why don't you ask him yourself?" Alex smiled; he didn't want to be involved.

After all, the last time was a mess, and I ended up digging through the trash.

Alex's response left Maggie speechless. If I were that bold, why would I call you?

Having just mentally cursed Nathael, she lacked the courage to confront him directly.

"Mr. Solace, you have a point," Maggie conceded.

Alex was relieved. Compared to Nathael, Maggie is still reasonable. Before he could relax, Maggie continued, "But don't say that next time."

Alex was speechless. He looked at Nathael, trying to decipher her meaning.

This is exhausting. Life is truly exhausting.

"Do you still want me to compensate?" Maggie asked, hoping a money transfer would resolve the issue.

Alex's expression was serious. "I apologize, Ms. Adam, but this suit holds a different significance for Mr. Harris. We cannot accept your proposal."

Maggie was puzzled. I'm being conned over a suit now.

Seeing no change in Nathael's expression, Alex felt certain of his thoughts. "Putting aside the price, this suit was a gift from an important elder. It's not about the money."

Maggie was speechless. That excuse seems far-fetched. If it was a gift from such an important elder, why would Nathael wear it casually? Shouldn't it be enshrined at home?

"So, Mr. Solace, how do you plan to solve this?" Maggie's tone was cool.

Alex hesitated, then frowned. "How about this, Ms. Adam? You can buy Mr. Harris a new suit."

"Fine. I'll buy it and have it delivered," Maggie said, relieved. Well, it seems I thought wrongly. Nathael wasn't that kind of person.

Then Alex added, "Ms. Adam, my boss isn't lacking a suit; he lacks the sentiment. And he's picky; your choice may not suit him."

Maggie closed her eyes. This isn't going to be simple.

"So what? Do I have to make him a suit myself?" she asked.

Alex smiled. "That would be even better; Mr. Harris would definitely like it."

Maggie cursed inwardly. Screw you! Do I look idle? Or easy to bully?

"I don't mind making it, but would Nathael even wear it?" Maggie's voice held a chilling calmness.

Nathael's gaze was indifferent. Alex, standing nearby, heard Maggie's words clearly. He looked at Nathael, contemplating the potential for disaster. Given Maggie's temperament, she might produce something outrageous. Underwear on the outside, perhaps? He thought it was a terrible idea.

When kings fight, pawns suffer. Unfortunately, I'm the pawn. What should I do?

Finally, Nathael wrote something on a piece of paper. Alex was relieved.

"Ms. Adam, since it's an apology, sincerity is required. How about this? If you have time in the next couple of days, accompany my boss to choose a suit. You can pay at the store," Alex said, confidently relaying Nathael's instructions.

Maggie bluntly replied, "I'm sorry, but I've been busy recently."

Alex continued, "No problem; there are many 24-hour shopping malls in Treye."

"Mr. Solace, which mall operates 24 hours a day?" Maggie challenged.

Alex offered a fake smile. "The malls owned by Mr. Harris are available."

Maggie was speechless.