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is chest, his deep, resonant voice brea

ting. "I'm Ella Mai." To my dismay, he chose to overlo

brow while gesturing for me to take a seat. I complied onl

e way he spoke my name sent a whirlw

to reply. "I have a proposal concerning my fat

re he answered, "I'm all ears

my father's debt. I'll secure two j

, his penetrating gaze maki

ed with unwave

ebt is cleared." I urged, hopin

inger at me, scanning me from head

ntil I sighed heavily,

nt is the debt we owe you. For now, I can offer you my saving

watch. "If you would excuse me, I have a business to manage. Please lea

man in a wheelchair approache

he calle

fia figure turned to the old woman, his express

said, kneeling to

parked in

her?" I asked, curi

ss." he snapped sharply, se

n? I wondered. Perhaps the

warned him with a steely gaze before turning to me. "I've been in and out of the

truck me down right then. But I focused

e doctors couldn't find a solution, perhaps herba

her eyes lighting up

ride swelli

aken her to the best doctors, and they've failed. Yet y

e about them since I was a child, and we've helped others who felt hopeless after v

ve those herbs with you?" His demeanor had

began, but he raised

the deal?

red, my voice b

other's health and help her walk a

ighting back tears a

returns to her former se

." he ca

?" came t

r Miss Mai." he instructed,

called

y, and responded coldly. "Yes?" wi

herbs with me." I admi

ting her. "Pack my bag and Mrs. Bank

confusion evid

so I'll work from the city until you complete h

an "O" in

hed, with gold and red curtains, a spacious walk-in closet, and a large window overlooking the bustling stree

me in." I called, revealing the servant who held

cted me to give yo

urprised to find t

y size?" I asked,

woman who is the same si

seen her." I ad

opping, and explained. "Mr. Banker has a girlfriend cho

ntere

r. Banker's mot

ves in the city where Mr. Banker is taking his grandmother.

en?" I

s three: two sons

t came into our

ied. However, Mrs banker husband divorced her due to Mrs. Banker's harsh demeanor. Mr. Banker pleaded with his mother to send

conversation, a co

d at the door, his piercin

kers here, and I detest gossip about my pers

happen again." I stammered,

al glare at us

. You should get some re

to find myself in a sit