Chapter 100: The Haughty Woman
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After the Murphy family left Tomlake Heights, they all got into a Mercedes van.
Peony saw that Miranda did not look well, and it was probably because of what just happened. She asked with a frown, “Miranda, what the hell was that? What the hell happened earlier?”
Miranda did not want to talk about it.
Under her mother’s repeated questioning, she finally explained the matter once again.
Peony slapped the table in anger. “That ungrateful thing. It’s alright that he found someone to put on a show to blackmail us. How dare he ruin your five hundred million dollar contract?”
Armstrong’s face darkened too. “Clarence has gone too far.”
“Dad, Mom, forget it.” Miranda shook her head.
William smiled faintly. “Miranda, I know Young Master Zimmerman of Horizontal River Property Development Group very well. Why don’t I give him a call? Remy’s just a department manager. He’ll listen to Young Master Zimmerman.”
Armstrong and Peony’s eyes lit up. “Okay. Sorry for the trouble.”
What was on their minds was the five hundred million dollar contract.
Miranda frowned and hesitated for a few seconds before nodding silently.
The company was already struggling, and the five hundred million dollar contract was the key to her turnaround.
She had worked out all the details. She would have been celebrating with the signed contract now if Clarence had not meddled with it.
“Okay, I’ll call Young Master Zimmerman.”
William smiled.
Armstrong and Peony pulled themselves together. “Keep quiet.”
Beep beep beep. The phone rang for a few seconds before Young Master Zimmerman answered. William explained Miranda’s case to him and hung up.
“Don’t worry, Miranda. Young Master Zimmerman has given me his word.” William smiled proudly.
“Huh? Really?” Miranda looked delighted.
Within three minutes, Miranda’s phone rang.
Remy smiled obsequiously on the other end of the line. “Ms. Murphy, you should have told me you had such strong connections. I agree to the contract.”
“What? Agree?”
Remy continued to smile obsequiously. “Yes, I agree. Just don’t blame me, Ms. Murphy.”
With Leanne as her backer, Remy dared not give Miranda a hard time.
Even the president of Horizontal River Group, Homer, dared not offend Leanne—let alone Remy daring to offend her.
“Okay, thank you, Mr. Zimmerman.”
Miranda hung up happily. She was ecstatic. “Great, Remy agreed to my contract. He also said I should have told him earlier that I had such strong connections.”
Peony looked pleased. “Miranda, look, you should have discussed this with William.
“If you had discussed it with him, you could have just stayed at home and had the contract signed without even leaving the house.”
Armstrong nodded too. “You should thank William.”
“Thank you, William.” Miranda’s heart warmed.
“You’re welcome, Miranda.”
William smiled faintly, but he wondered what had happened to Young Master Zimmerman today. He was so efficient.
“William’s good. He’s really efficient.
“He’s so much better than that loser Clarence.” Armstrong laughed. He was pleased with William.
Peony beat around the bush and said, “Oh, William would have been a good match for Miranda!
“Tsk. What a pity that Old Master set the marriage up so soon.”
Belle was caustic. “It’s quite a pity. Miranda’s already married.
“If she wasn’t married, I’d want a promising brother-in-law.
“A loser like Clarence isn’t good enough for the Murphy family.”
Melody agreed as she applied her nail polish. “Belle’s right.”
William’s eyes twinkled slightly as he acted like a gentleman. “It’s alright. I like Miranda. I don’t care who she is or whether she has a husband.”
“Gosh!”
“What a lovestruck man!”
Belle and Melody exclaimed.
Peony’s eyes lit up, and she exchanged a glance with her husband Armstrong.
If Clarence and Miranda had a divorce, William was indeed a great choice.
William’s pedigree, background, and potential were nothing Clarence could ever be able to catch up with. William was also the type of man they thought would make a good husband.
Miranda frowned. “William, I have a husband.”
Belle exclaimed weirdly, “Yo, so what if you have a husband? It’s not like you can’t divorce him.”
William looked affectionate. “Miranda, I’m willing to wait for you.”
Miranda was flustered. Clarence’s face appeared to her. Following that, scenes of Clarence lying to her and of his ambiguous relationship with Cecilia appeared to her as well. She turned her pretty face to look outside the window.
Clarence had not left Tomlake Heights. He was led by Leanne into a top luxury private room in Tomlake Heights.
Rare mahogany furniture, antiques, calligraphies, paintings, and porcelain vases worth millions and tens of millions of dollars were randomly placed in the room as decorations.
Leanne sat down and made tea for Clarence. “Master Howard, other than thanking you today, I want to ask you to help cure a sickness.”
“Cure a sickness? Ms. Wright, you’re in good health and have no symptoms.” Clarence looked at the woman in confusion.
Leanne smiled and poured Clarence a cup of tea. It was fragrant. “Of course I’m not sick. I mean to say, the father of one of my best friends is one of the top ten richest people overseas. He has more assets than the Wright family.
“He had gone overseas for certain reasons, and now is very famous among the society of Maple Country.
“His business covers nearly more than half of Maple Country.
“However, my best friend’s father is getting old. Just about half a year ago, his health started to deteriorate day by day, until he fell ill completely.
“For the past six months, my best friend has seen famous doctors all over the world, but there have been no improvements.
“This time, she’s returned to the country to try traditional medicine.
“Master Howard, it just so happens that you’ve cured my dad, so I’d like to introduce you to her.”
“Master Howard, to tell you the truth, my best friend is at Tomlake Heights. I’ll ask her to come out if you’re willing to see her.
“Forget it if you’re unwilling,” Leanne said very politely.
It was up to Clarence whether he was going to cure her best friend’s father. She respected Clarence.
Clarence was tactful, too. “Ask your best friend to come over. I need to know what’s going on.”
“Sure.”
Leanne nodded with a smile. She made a phone call.
In less than two minutes, a woman with long burgundy colored hair and a model-esque figure walked in.
She wore a Givenchy women’s suit, her pants clinging to her beautiful legs to reveal her S-shaped figure.
She wore bright red high heels which made a thudding noise on the ground. She had the aura of a queen.
The woman looked down at Clarence, who was sitting in his chair, with a haughty look on her face. “Are you the miracle doctor? You’ve made me wait for so long.
“I heard from Leanne that you’re very good at medicine. Go home and get ready. You’ll come with me to Maple Country tomorrow.
“I’ll give you one billion if you cure my dad.
“Here’s a check for one hundred million. It’s the deposit!
The woman took out a checkbook, scribbled down a string of numbers, and threw it at Clarence as if he was a charity case.