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"It's okay now," Daniel reassured Maisie, gently stroking her back as if comforting a child. "From now on, you can
stay here and leave behind all your family worries. Focus on what you want to do."
"Mm."
"But..." Daniel hesitated, wanting to gauge her feelings. "Do you hope for your family's house to be demolished?"
Maisie paused and gently shook her head.
"Why?"
"It's not that I don't hope for it." She looked up at him and smiled. "I'm indifferent. Even if it's demolished, I won't
receive any compensation, let alone the house.
"To be honest, my mom's actions have left me and Nicole quite disappointed. Aren't we her biological daughters?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhy is she treating us this way?"
Daniel patted her head, unsure of how to console her. Since she felt indifferent about it, he would proceed with the
changed blueprints. If she ever desired the demolition for her family's sake, he would change them back.
"I'll have dinner sent up to you later," Daniel said, putting on his coat and looking at her. "I need to handle some
work at the office, so I won't be with you."
Maisie nodded, saw him off at the door, and watched him enter the elevator before slowly returning to her room.
She felt a little absent-minded and somewhat downcast. They had come so close, but it didn't happen.
Her cheeks turned a shade of red, and she quickly erased those erotic thoughts from her mind, focusing on her
study materials.
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From the moment Amanda entered this shanty area, her expression had been far from pleasant. She seemed to
have forgotten what it was like when she used to endure the scorching sun and the rain, conditions far worse than
this shanty area, during her days as a news reporter.
It appeared she had grown accustomed to comfortable days in a leadership position, and this kind of place no
longer suited her.
She believed that sitting in Daniel's spacious and well-lit office, chatting with him over afternoon tea, was a true
interview.
Amanda collected herself, struggling to walk in high heels through the dusty area. She found Maisie's home based
on the address she had obtained. Before she could knock, she heard a woman cursing inside.
Every word and sentence was a complaint about life's unfairness, crude and vulgar, insulting to the ears of those
listening.
Amanda sneered, thinking that this must be Maisie's mother, who only cared about money.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe knocked on the door. Before long, Cindy stuck her head out, scrutinizing her from head to toe, furrowing her
brows as she asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"May I ask..." Amanda took precautions. "Is this the home of Ms. Cindy Leech?"
"Yes." Cindy was puzzled. "That's me. Who are you?"
Amanda revealed her identity directly. "I'm Amanda Winslade, Editor-in-Chief and Senior Reporter from the
Cumulus Morning Post. Here's my identification."
Half-believing, Cindy took it and widened her eyes after reading. She welcomed Amanda in as if she were a VIP.
"Ms. Leech, you don't need to go to the trouble of hosting me." Amanda smiled. "I'm here today to investigate the
demolition and reconstruction of this area. I heard that you haven't received any compensation?"
"Oh, our place isn't being demolished anymore, so there isn't compensation now!" Cindy pulled a long face at the
mention of this subject. "The damned construction company changed the blueprints! The residents are all against
it!"
Amanda thought quickly. "Ms. Leech, do you know that other residents actually don't oppose it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"That's because they've all received compensation," Amanda said. "Only you haven't!"
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