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Too Late for Regrets Chapter 9
Dalton was the CEO of Dalton Industries and an arrogant man with a strong personality. At that moment, he stood in his office like a respectful subordinate. It was as if he had been waiting for their arrival. There were two mugs with freshly made tea on the coffee table. Upon seeing Mavis and Timothy, Dalton gave a formal bow and smiled flatteringly. "Ms. Jefferson and M-Mr. Yeager. You must've had a long journey. Please sit!"Mavis rubbed her eyes, wondering if she had hallucinated. Even her mind went blank as she wondered if that was a dream. Why would Dalton behave like this? She stared Dalton down while murmuring, "Mr. Lynch, what's with you—""You can call me Dalton, Ms. Jefferson," Dalton interrupted in fear. "And please have some tea!"Timothy patted Dalton's shoulder and grinned. "You're not opposed to signing the contract with Jefferson Group, right? Bring it over now."Upon hearing those words, Mavis felt her heart stop. She inhaled sharply, wondering if Timothy had
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The atmosphere was tense as all eyes focused on Timothy. A deadly silence filled the living room just then. Patrick and Fiona were shaken to their cores. They believed their future son-in-law had to be a prominent figure. How could it be the man before them, who wore tattered clothing like a poor man from the streets?Fiona's features contorted as she pointed at Timothy. "Are you sure you're not messing with me, Mav? I-Isn't he a beggar? How can he be your fiancé?"Mavis fell into a grim silence, not knowing how to respond.Meanwhile, Hugh awkwardly clambered onto his feet. His face had purplish bruises and swollen spots. On top of that, he appeared to be in a foul mood.Patrick rushed over to help support Hugh. He flashed a stiff smile and said, "Hugh, what happened earlier was… a misunderstanding."Hugh wiped the blood from his nostrils. He then glowered at Timothy, inhaled deeply, and said to Mavis. "Is this really your fiancé, Mavis?"Mavis bit her lip, her head hanging low
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In the room, several members of the Jefferson family were gathered around the sickbed. Timothy looked over and saw an elderly man with kind but extremely haggard and frail features lying on the bed. His eyes were closed, his skin had an overall sallow and dark tone, and his breathing was faint. His lips had a dark purple tint to it. He was practically in a coma.The various machines connected to him kept sounding alarms. Timothy narrowed his eyes and examined Arlo. The next moment, he frowned after discerning the problem.Arlo was poisoned, and it was an extremely subtle neurotoxin. It was one that modern medical equipment couldn't detect. But to him, this toxin was harmless. He was all too familiar with it.Over the past three years, Remy had concocted over six thousand types of poisons for Timothy to strengthen his body. The poisons he concocted included virtually every named toxin known to mankind. This made Timothy almost immune to poisons. With his extraordinary medical s
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Timothy's words echoed in the room. Then, he shrugged and added, "If you don't believe me, go ahead and insert the needles. Within two hours, Mr. Jefferson Senior's condition will worsen."Nash's hand froze, and his expression turned extremely grim. He had been treating patients in Lormford City for many years. Due to his outstanding medical skills, people regarded him as a genius doctor.For many years, he was highly respected wherever he went. But today, someone dared to criticize him, and to top it off, the one criticizing him was a young man!Nash's expression soured immediately, and he berated, "Who is this young man? How dare he question me? This is ridiculous!"Cassian felt offended. By saying that Nash was wrong, Timothy was implying that the person he had brought was useless.He glared at Timothy. In an unfriendly tone, he asked, "Do you know who you are talking to? This is Dr. Luther, the genius doctor! How dare you question him? Who do you think you are?"Timothy shrug
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A wave of terror washed over them all.Nash's face registered shock as he hurriedly pulled out silver needles and stuck them into Arlo. But instead of showing signs of improvement, Arlo began convulsing even more violently.Patrick anxiously shouted, "Dr. Luther, what's happening?"Nash was drenched in sweat as he tried several more times, but nothing seemed to work. Panic started to set in. If he failed to save Arlo, the Jeffersons might end him.With trembling lips and a pale face, he stammered, "I… I don't know. This shouldn't be happening!"Mavis was utterly shocked. She hadn't anticipated such a sudden turn of events.Suddenly, she remembered what Timothy had said earlier, and her face fell. He had been right all along! Could he really be an expert?Patrick shared the same realization and exclaimed, "Mav! Go and get Timothy back here! Hurry!"Snapping back to reality, Mavis bit her lip and rushed out without looking back.Meanwhile, the others exchanged bewildered glances
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Arlo chuckled, a glint of nostalgia in his eyes. "I've seen you before, but you haven't seen me. Three years ago, I visited your mentor in the mountains and caught a glimpse of you from afar."It was then that your mentor and I arranged a marriage for you and Mavis. Having a man like you become a part of us is a great blessing for our family."Mavis bit her lip, wanting to say something but holding back. The Jefferson family members exchanged looks of surprise, wondering why Arlo was speaking so highly of Timothy.Timothy grinned. "You're flattering me, Mr. Jefferson Senior. I'm just an ordinary man. There's no need to put me on a pedestal."Arlo laughed heartily. "An apprentice chosen by the revered Mr. Franklin is no ordinary man. Mr. Yeager, there's no need for modesty."Hearing this, the expressions of the other Jeffersons changed again.Mr. Yeager?Then, Arlo turned to Mavis, smiling warmly. "Mavis, marrying Mr. Yeager is a great fortune for you. Let's make it public that t
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"Timothy, you jerk! Get your mind out of the gutter!" Mavis' face flushed with anger as she caught onto the implication in Timothy's words.Timothy chuckled. "Just messing with you. We've already—"Mavis stared daggers at him.Timothy scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Alright, alright, I was just kidding. I'll stop."Mavis threw him an indifferent glance and exited the car, heading toward the nearby café. Timothy reluctantly followed her.The café was serene, with a few patrons scattered about. Soft melodies played in the background, and the air was filled with the subtle aroma of coffee.They found a seat, and a waitress, Victoria Smith, approached them with a menu, smiling warmly."What can I get for you two?"Timothy took the menu, crossed his legs, and muttered as he flipped through it, "What kind of coffee do you sell? Is it any good? Why is it so expensive?"Victoria's smile wavered slightly. "Sir, our coffee is handcrafted and freshly ground, which is why the pri
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Mavis gave Timothy a puzzled look and thought for a moment before replying, "I think it was last year that Uncle Hugh had it installed. Why do you ask?"Timothy's eyes narrowed. So it was Hugh? That would explain it.After all, the family politics among the wealthy were always complicated. But Timothy didn't plan on revealing his thoughts to Mavis just yet. He smiled and said, "No reason. Just thought it looked nice."Mavis remained skeptical but didn't press further. After a moment, she asked, "By the way, you mentioned that my grandfather was poisoned. If you can identify the toxin, you must know its origin too. Where did it come from?""That poison is common along the northern border. Ask your grandfather if he's ever been there. If not, then someone close to him must have poisoned him," Timothy explained."What?" Mavis was horrified. "Someone close to him?""That's right," Timothy said seriously. "Also, don't make a big deal out of this when you get back. Ask him privately."
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