Chapter 121: Good Time

Maggie's inner monologue raged, but the conflict ended quickly—within seconds—and the voice warning her against folly was silenced.

Moments later, as the elevator slowed to a halt, Maggie pressed the close door button and returned to the previous floor. Nathael glanced at her, silently appraising her.

Without speaking, Maggie silently calculated her available funds.

The elevator doors opened with a ding. Maggie took Nathael's hand and stepped out.

Nathael looked down at her hand, captivated by her and curious about her intentions.

With each step, Maggie felt a searing pain in her heart, yet paradoxically, her legs moved as if bewitched, defying her will.

Driven by her goal, Maggie quickly led Nathael into a store.

"Please find this suit in his size and have him try it on," Maggie stated directly.

Nathael raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden detour into clothing.

"Sir, the fitting room is this way," the salesperson said.

Nathael gave Maggie a look, then entered the fitting room.

Maggie softly exhaled, acknowledging her inexplicable actions. Why would her body betray her mind? Despite this, she admitted she was anticipating the outcome.

Minutes later, Nathael emerged from the fitting room, the suit drawing awestruck stares from salespeople and customers alike. Alex couldn't help but steal a few more glances, acknowledging Maggie's impeccable taste. Maggie gazed at him, momentarily lost in a daze.

The black suit, far from dull, reflected deep blue hues under different lights. The gold embroidery at the collar and cuffs was luxurious yet delicate; vintage gold buttons added an air of aristocratic antiquity. His features were cold and resolute, with sharp contours; deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips stood out against his pale complexion.

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Maggie felt that one look at him resonated deeply within her. It was exactly as she suspected.

"How is it?" Nathael asked, his gaze fixed on Maggie's face.

Maggie snapped back to reality. She smiled at him and softly said, "It looks very good on you."

Without waiting for Nathael's response, Maggie asked the salesperson about the price.

"This suit is from our new summer collection, personally designed by Mr. Nate Winston, and priced at $77,000."

Maggie was speechless. Love at first sight? Is this suit priced according to the balance on my card?

Without hesitation, Maggie paid. She had only about a thousand dollars left.

Nathael seemed pleased. He asked lightly, "What's the matter? Have you changed your ways?"

Maggie was initially angry but then laughed. "Listen to yourself! Have you no conscience? Millions gone like that, and I've pampered you for nothing!"

Nathael smirked, a faint smile in his eyes. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a corner, looking down at her with cold eyes and murmuring, "Sugar mummy?"

Maggie replied with a half-smile, "If you wish to call me your grandmother, that's fine too."

Nathael was speechless.

Maggie didn't flinch. She moved closer, her lips millimeters from his. Her scent filled his nostrils; he felt her softness and warmth. "I'm quite happy today, and consider that a gift from your sugar mummy," Maggie whispered provocatively into his ear. His eyes darkened. Maggie felt his grip tighten.

She smiled coyly. "Oh, Nathael! You're hurting me."

Nathael cursed under his breath. He felt a snap in his brain, pulled her closer, grabbed her chin, and was about to kiss her when Maggie prepared herself.

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"Mr. Harris, have fun."

Nathael remained where he was, his face ashen. Aroused by her provocative words, yet denied physical contact, his fury was palpable. Maggie hailed a taxi and left the mall in high spirits.

How could she let him have his way every time? Even if he had liked her in past lives, she couldn't guarantee his feelings in this one. It was nice that he didn't always get what he wanted.

She was distressed about spending so much money, but since it was for him, the pain was lessened. Her recent investments had left her somewhat short on cash, but seeing Nathael satisfied made it worthwhile. Nevertheless, she'd need to accelerate her writing upon returning to her apartment, or risk sleeping on the streets and starving in a foreign country.

Three days later, Ronald called again. He gave Maggie Shawn's daily whereabouts and shared another piece of news: Joseph and Vanessa were en route to Misk City on Luster Corporation business. However, unlike Maggie's sourcing role, Joseph aimed to recruit five prominent jewelry designers to strengthen the company's talent pool.

After hanging up, a heaviness settled in Maggie's heart. She handled supply; Joseph collaborated with renowned designers; Vanessa's task was to deceive the Adams and steal their designs. The plan was comprehensive.

Maggie sat on the sofa, pen in hand, trying to recall which designers the Camerons' jewelry company had poached in her previous life. Despite the timeline differences, she believed there would be overlaps. After considering potential names, she contacted Lucas to verify Joseph's list.

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Ronald had said Shawn would be at a well-known Treye cabaret every night at eight. It was a nightclub, undoubtedly different from those in her home country. Maggie, in a dusky pink dress, arrived at the club.

Inside, booming music and colorful lights filled the space. The stage featured a large backdrop screen, and blonde, blue-eyed dancers performed seductive routines. Maggie moved through the crowd, discreetly searching for Shawn.

Meanwhile, in a VIP booth, a burly foreign man greeted Nathael enthusiastically. "Mr. Harris, I've relied on your help these past two years. My business has thrived. I'm truly grateful."

The final sentence "Send Gifts 20" seems out of place and requires context. It's unclear what this refers to.