500


    Camere Even if the cooperation faits, I''ll still treat you to dinner I


    Elijah sent a smile emoji. Elijalic (Cameron, what have you been up to these days!]


    After the SAT. Elijah found himself suddenly at a loose end and wondered if Camion felt the same restlessness,


    Cameron: Just lounging at home mostly. Ivisited the pharmaceuticalpany today!


    She''d rested enough. Starting tomorrow, she''d go to thepany on weekdays to help out-idle hands made for a wasted mind.


    Elijah said: Cameron, since yourpany just started, do you need help? I can work for free


    Cameron stared at the message, surprised. If Elijah wanted something to do, he could''ve gone to his family''s hospital. There was no need for him to work


    for her.


    She wondered, ''Does he want to experience the hardships of the real world outside


    Cameron: If you''re interested, you''re more than wee


    Elijah: [Doal. I''ll schedule the meeting with my dad first and contact you afterward.]


    Cameron: (Thanks.)


    In Yarven, a blond teenager in a silver-gray English suit sat elegantly at a luxurious dining tableden with gourmet dishes. As he lunched, a row of servants stood behind him, awaiting hismand. Vincent, also in a suit, waited quietly nearby.


    Austin wore a faint smile, cutting a fragrant steak while his gaze leisurely scanned the opulent dining room. With his usual air of mncholy and delicate health, he looked like a royal prince exiled to obscurity, his sorrow born from unfulfilled potential


    All of thesevish things were his now, and Austin still felt unreal. In truth, he''d never been weak-he''d just feigned vulnerability to avoid conflict with


    nuel.


    This time, Vincent had told Austin that he''d inherited a fortune.


    A distant rtive of Austin''s mother, extremely wealthy, had perished in an ident, leaving Austin as the sole heir to their vast estate-the castle, hotels, restaurants, dozens ofpanies, bank ounts, and vaults of gold and jewels.


    It had all happened so suddenly. Even aber days, Austin still felt like he was dreaming.


    "Vincent." Austin put down his fork and knife. The next second, a maid stepped forward to hand him a hot towel.


    Austin wiped his hands, and the maid swiftly took the towel.


    "Mr. Fraser," Vincent said respectfully, stopping forward. Now, Austin was no


    longer a nominal heir-he was master here.


    Austin smiled and asked, "How much longer must stay here?"


    Vincent replied, "As long as you wish, sir."


    "So I could leave now if I wanted? No other obligations?" Austin asked.


    Vincent said, "Your assets are managed by professional executives. You need not worry."


    Austin nodded. "Then stay a few more days." He decided to return after the SAT scores came out.