Chapter 587 Do You Have Any Thoughts About Me?
"Yeah, that's right. Back then, I was too young and gave up the chance to run away with her. Instead, I went with the woman my parents picked for me. The girl I loved followed her mom's plan and married a gardener."
"I thought after getting married, I'd grow to love my wife and we'd be happy. But it didn't turn out that way. How can you share a bed and be close with someone you don't love? When things were good at home, my wife and I kept up a front of peace. But the funny thing about fate is, you can't predict what's coming."
"My family went bankrupt because of my dad's bad investments. That's when I found out my wife had been seeing another man, and even the kid I raised wasn't mine. But I wasn't mad, maybe because I didn't love her. I felt relieved and divorced her quietly. Later, I came to work for the Taylor family and have been here ever since. Seeing Mr. Taylor reminds me of my younger self."
The butler, his face lined with age, looked at him earnestly. "Mr. Taylor, social class is a tricky thing. Today, Della's family might be struggling, but who can guarantee it will always be that way? Who can guarantee the Taylor family will always prosper? The principle of 'what goes up must come down' is timeless."
"Are you suggesting I go find Della?" Daniel murmured.
The butler smiled. "I didn't say that. I just see Mr. Taylor is confused, so I shared my story as a cautionary tale. Whether you go find her depends on your true feelings. Do you genuinely like her?"
"But she accepted a five-million-dollar check from my father."
"So what? Who doesn't love money? Mr. Taylor, it's natural for people to want a better life. Don't just believe one side of the story; Della might have her own version. Even if she did take the money, it doesn't matter. The Taylor family isn't short on money, and neither are you. What you lack is a girl you truly love to be your wife."
The butler continued, "If possible, it's best to marry someone you love, not just because of your parents' opinions. That only harms everyone involved. Mr. Taylor, if I were you, I wouldn't worry about these small matters. If I truly loved her and couldn't live without her, I would choose her despite any opposition. So what if she loves money? You have plenty of it. Mr. Taylor, with your kind heart, wouldn't she eventually fall for you? First, entice her with benefits, then treat her sincerely. Women respond to that."
"Marrying a girl you love will make you feel hopeful every day, full of energy because you want to give her a bright future and protect her from hardship. But if your partner is chosen for financial reasons, the relationship will inevitably crumble when faced with greater financial temptations."
Listening to the butler's words, Daniel suddenly felt enlightened and smiled brightly. "I know what to do now. Thank you."
"It's my pleasure to ease Mr. Taylor's worries," the butler replied with a smile.
Daniel walked out of the Taylor Villa.
The butler watched his back, smiling with satisfaction, as if he saw his younger self going to reclaim lost happiness.
Daniel called Walter to get the scoop on the owner of the neighbor's house.
Della had worked as a maid there, and the owner might know her real story.
He wanted to find her and tell her that if she liked money, he would give her more, way more than five million dollars, as long as she stayed with him.
All past grievances would be forgotten, turned into mere clouds.
Walter quickly tracked down the information through the house owner and found a small startup company in Silverbrook. The CEO of that company was the name of the estate's owner.
Although Daniel thought it was unlikely, why would a female CEO personally hire a maid?
But he decided to give it a shot.
To his surprise, the female CEO of the small startup was Della's friend, Mireille.
He had run into her at the door before.
She had even stood up for Della against him.
When Mireille saw the impeccably dressed Daniel, her fingers tightened around her coffee cup.
Daniel sat down, crossed his long legs, and squinted at her for a long time.
She knew Daniel was here to ask about Lyric, but she pretended to be calm, smirking with her bright red lips. "Mr. Taylor, you came to my office uninvited and stared at me so brazenly. Do you have some thoughts about me?"
"Where is she?" Daniel asked coldly, touching his chin with his long fingers.
His powerful presence made her feel uneasy.
But she continued to play dumb, changing the subject. "Even if you have thoughts about me, it won't work. I have a man, and I don't like your type. I heard your company wants a piece of land in Rainbow District? Isn't that land owned by Mr. Taylor?"
"I'm giving it to you." Daniel replied.
Mireille said, "I can't accept it without earning it."
"Exchange it for her information. It's a good deal, right?" Daniel casually revealed his cards.
The land in Rainbow District was a prime location yet to be developed, highly sought after. The Taylor Group won the bid with unique advantages and price.
Rumor had it that construction would start soon, with complete transportation facilities, kindergartens, shops, and hospitals nearby. Even before construction, property prices were already rising.
Such a fortune falling into her small company's lap was irresistible.
It seemed Lyric was quite valuable.
Mireille sipped her coffee, remaining silent.
Daniel smiled confidently, crossing his hands on his knees. "This project is offered to you. Are you sure you don't want it?"
"Mr. Taylor, who are you talking about? I don't understand." Mireille touched her earlobe, pretending to be confused.
Daniel looked at her. "Della isn't her real name, is it?"
"I don't know her."
"Are you sure?"
"She only worked a few days as a part-time maid at my house. She told me her name was Della. I felt sorry for her; she came from a poor family with an alcoholic mother, a gambling father, and a younger brother. She seemed honest and pitiful, so I hired her. I'm not close to her; she hasn't worked for me in a long time." Mireille lied earnestly.
Daniel scrutinized her for a few seconds and then said directly, "Name your conditions. Maybe we can negotiate."
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