Chapter 809


    Maja got a call from Daly Elston’spany; they said some of Daly’s stuff was left unattended. Now


    that someone was handling his affairs, they reached out to


    her.


    Maja rushed over, sorting out Daly’s stuff from a pile of jumbled items.


    Useless junk, really.


    She held a small box, walking slowly from the side of Crystalbrook Valley’s river towards Riverside


    Haven.


    She felt like she was being followed, but she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination.


    She scowled, looking back, but there was no one there.


    She felt a chill run down her spine, so she quickened her pace. She was so tense that she tripped and


    fell down a riverbank while cutting across a strip of greenery. She slid five or six meters, but luckily, it


    didn’t hurt. She was about to get up when she heard an anxious voice from the roadside.


    “Maja, are you okay?”


    “Maja!”


    Maja thought she had misheard and was about to respond when a man slid down from above.


    The path was slippery, especially afterst night’s rain, and it was all muddy.


    even lower than Maja, with one foot already in the water. Maja was still standing in the greenery, her


    voice cold.


    “What are you doing here?”


    Maja was angry, squeezing the box in her hand.


    n, are you stalking me?”


    “No.”


    Then why are you here?”


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    “There were some issues with the project at Crystalbrook Valley; they asked me toe over. I didn’t


    notice you were here until I entered Riverside Haven.”


    Maja was skeptical; she shot him a nce, then turned away, starting to climb back up.


    was ahead of him, but she wasn’t on the small path, so she tripped on a branch and fell again. The box


    in her hand was thrown out, and she barely avoided hitting her chin on the ground.


    But she seemed not to see his extended hand and hurried to pick up the box instead.


    The night was dark, and the river flowed quietly. Spring was around the corner, but it was still a bit


    chilly.


    “No, you’re not.”


    He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard her add, “You Raymonds are scarier than any


    virus.”


    He opened and closed his mouth, then withdrew his hand weakly.


    He stood there for a few minutes before continuing uphill.


    By the time he reached the roadside, Maja was already a hundred meters ahead.


    He didn’t rush to catch up, keeping a safe distance.


    Until they reached the entrance of Riverside Haven, a person in charge ran up to ask,


    “Mr. Raymond, what happened?”


    “I’m fine.”


    He walked toward his room. When he opened the door, he instinctively nced at the room next door.


    The door next door was tightly shut, and he had no idea what she was doing inside.


    Maja tidied up Daly’s things, put the box aside, took a shower, and started working onpany


    documents.


    She tried contacting Wilma again to arrange a meeting.,


    Wilma was still throwing à tantrum, insisting on meeting with Elvis.


    Obviously, she wanted to see Elvis.


    But Elvis would never meet her. He had already told Maja that he wouldn’t deal with Wilma, even if she


    came here in the future.


    [Ms. Wilma, Mr. Elvis has other artists to manage right now; he might not have time to meet you.]


    [Well then, we have nothing to talk about.]


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    Wilma was livid when she read the message.


    The fact was, not long after her previous manager left, he had new artists in his hands.


    If she didn’t go to Star Movie Group, would she bepletely forgotten by him?


    Just like in their senior year, when he said he was leaving, he never came back.


    Wilma was suddenly a little scared, she wished she could immediately ept Maja’s Invitation.


    But was it useful to keep chasing him?


    He didn’t like her, he even didn’t want to get married.


    [Ms. Wilma, please think about it again. I really want to sign you.]


    After sending the message, Maja returned to her paperwork.


    Soon, there was a knock on the door.


    She frowned, worried it wasn again.


    But when she opened the door, it was a staff member holding a hot cup of lemon honey tea.


    “Ms. Pennyfeather, this is our specialty lemon honey hot tea. If you needte–night snacks, just let us


    know.”


    Maja wasn’t in the habit of havingte–night snacks and was about to decline when she saw the door


    next door open. It wasn.n froze when he saw her.


    The staff member quickly said with a smile, “Mr. Raymond, have you finished yours? Would you like


    somete–night snacks?” “No, thanks.”


    <pn ced the empty bowl on the tray, didn’t look at Maja again, and closed the door.