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The next day, I waited for a long time, but Maximilian Jones did not come. So I took a taxi home alone and fell asleep. I was woken up by the phone call and found that it was already 8 o'clock in the evening. The house was dark and Maximilian Jones had not returned yet.

The call was from Maximilian Jones' half sister Hillary Jones: "Are you feeling better?" "Thank you." I thanked her sincerely. If she hadn't found me and sent me to the hospital that night, the consequences would have been disastrous. Although our relationship has been tense over the years, it was this former rival who saved me at the critical moment.

Maximilian Jones, however, left me to accompany his childhood sweetheart. Hillary Jones' voice was bright and flamboyant, with a little chuckle: "Thank you, forget it. Miranda, you are excellent and smart. Why don't you come and help me." She offered a generous salary, but I didn't want to get involved in their power struggle. However, when she made a condition that I couldn't refuse, I hesitated: "I'll consider it." Hillary Jones smiled with satisfaction: "I like dealing with smart people. This position requires permanent residence abroad, you should pass the language test first."