Chapter 133 Welcoming a Turnaround
The next day, Alex asked his family for some money and took a train to Thornfield.
His excuse was that he wanted to go to Thornfield to work hard and turn over a new leaf.
Seeing his sincere attitude, his family gave him three thousand dollars.
The railway was less affected by the typhoon, so Alex arrived in Thornfield around noon.
He wandered around for three hours before finding a villa complex.
He followed a resident inside and reached the entrance to a villa.
Just then, someone came out for a walk. Alex rushed forward, grabbed the person, and said, "Your family member drove drunk and killed my cousin. My cousin's parents are bedridden with serious illness and can't even afford medical expenses. You have to give me the medical fees now, or I'm not leaving!"
The person was stunned, as if shocked by how bold this guy was.
Did he even know where he was?
Before he could speak, two people appeared out of nowhere, rushed forward, and pulled Alex away.
"Sorry, I'll take him away right now. Please forgive us."
One apologized to the man, while the other knocked Alex out without a word and dragged him away.
"Really sorry, please apologize to Mr. Hays on my behalf."
The man glanced at him.
"You know Mr. Hays?"
The person nodded: "I work for Mr. Mason Richardson. Please give Mr. Hays Mr. Mason Richardson's regards."
With that, the person turned and left.
The three appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly.
The man frowned, watching them leave. He set his garbage bag down and went back inside the villa.
Alton was playing chess. Seeing the butler come in, he asked, "What was all that noise at the door just now?"
The man was indeed the butler of The Hays family.
He explained everything in detail, including mentioning Mason.
Alton frowned slightly and was silent for a good half minute before saying, "Tell the community security to increase patrols and not let just anyone in."
"Yes, sir."
Meanwhile, in Goldenvale.
Two people braved the wind and rain to visit The Cole family.
Lyra's parents had been in poor health since losing their daughter.
The pharmacist dispensed the medicine right after the check-up.
"Take it for a month, and your health should improve a bit."
Lyra's parents thanked them and asked about their identity.
"We work for Mr. Richardson."
Lyra's parents exchanged glances, knowing who they meant.
"What can we do for you?"
The two explained their purpose.
"We'd like you to provide a letter of forgiveness..."
Half an hour later, the two left the Cole family and sent the letter of forgiveness to Thornfield.
The sender was Mason.
Another day passed, and the typhoon completely cleared.
After the typhoon's baptism, the sky was especially blue that day.
Mason had stayed home for a few days. After going out once, he looked rather dejected.
Amelia quickly walked up and asked, "Mason, what's wrong?"
Mason forced a smile.
"Nothing."
"Mason, you're not telling the truth."
Mason paused, looked around the living room to see only the two of them, and spoke up.
"I have a project with funding already in place, just waiting to start. But suddenly there's a problem, and this project probably won't work out."
Amelia patted Mason's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Mason, you're a man blessed by God. You'll get through this."
Mason pressed his lips together.
"I hope so. Tell Mom I have to go out again in a bit and won't be home for dinner."
Amelia nodded, "Okay."
She watched Mason go upstairs, then took out her phone to check the time.
Around now, they should be receiving the package in Thornfield.
Upstairs, Mason took out an antique vase from his collection, packed it in a box, and went out again.
An hour later, he arrived at a restaurant to meet a man.
The man's name was Ethan King.
When the previous investor suddenly pulled out, Ethan had approached him, saying he was willing to invest.
After a few rounds of drinks, Mason spoke up awkwardly.
"Mr. King, I'm really sorry about this unexpected problem with the project. You've lost so much money..."
Ethan smiled casually.
"Investment always has risks. You don't need to apologize. We were just unlucky. But luck won't stay bad forever. Next time there's a good project, we'll work together again."
Mason raised his glass.
"Mr. King, let me drink to show my respect!"
He took a sip, and his throat burned.
It burned so much that his eyes almost teared up.
He didn't understand why his judgment was always so accurate, yet he always ended up disappointed.
This time, he was one hundred percent sure he could make this project work, but problems still arose.
The land for building the entertainment complex had all been settled. This month, all the local residents were supposed to take their money and leave, and construction could start next month.
But suddenly, a dozen households refused to leave.
He went door to door to persuade them, but everyone kept their doors tightly shut.
He spent all morning without seeing a single person.
Was he destined to be a failure his whole life?
Ethan said he was just unlucky this time, but was it just this time?
Every time something unexpected happened.
His career luck had been terrible for three years. Not only had he lost his true love, but his career had been full of ups and downs, without completing a single project!
Before, when things didn't work out, he could tell himself next time would be better.
But now things were different. The Richardson family didn't have that much money for him to lose anymore.
This time might be his last chance.
Maybe he should have changed careers long ago. Even working at someone else's company would be better than starting his own business.
He probably just didn't have the luck for entrepreneurship.
Mason secretly decided not to start businesses anymore.
He would find a proper job.
He was an excellent graduate from a prestigious school. Finding work shouldn't be hard.
Anyway, no matter what, if he couldn't help his family, he couldn't burden them either.
Mason poured himself another glass of wine. This time, he didn't even bother toasting Ethan and drank it down in one gulp.
They were drinking red wine.
Mason's eyes teared up from the burn.
"Mr. Richardson, drink slower. Here, have some water."
Ethan poured Mason a glass of warm water.
Mason was about to thank him when his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, and his expression changed slightly. After apologizing to Ethan, he quickly left the private room with his phone.
Ethan calmly poured himself a glass of wine.
Mason was Amelia's brother and really did look quite like her.
He had only contacted Mason by phone before. Today was the first time I met him in person.
However, except for appearance, their personalities were nothing alike.
Mason cried over a small setback.
Not very manly.
But what Ethan didn't know was that Mason's tears weren't from this setback. He was thinking of his true love.
He just kept it bottled up inside, afraid his family would worry, and told no one.
Even now, his family only thought he'd broken up with someone.
He had lost his true love. People who hadn't experienced it couldn't understand that pain.
After sitting for about ten minutes, Mason returned.
Unlike in the private room before, he looked very energized.
"Mr. King!"
He grabbed Ethan's hand: "Our project, the money we invested, might not be wasted after all!"
Ethan wasn't surprised inside.
But he deliberately showed surprise on his face.
"What happened? Didn't you say it was hard to proceed?"
Mason told him about the phone call.
Those dozen households who refused to move suddenly agreed to leave and promised to all move out within a week.
Their project could start this month.
Ethan listened quietly, smiled, and gripped Mason's hand back.
"Mr. Richardson, what did I tell you? Luck can be bad, but it won't stay bad forever."
Mason nodded vigorously.
Yes.
His luck seemed to have turned this time!
It wasn't completely dark yet.
Mason bought a gift for each family member to bring home.
For Amelia, he bought a large gold safety lock.
Amelia held it in her hand. It was heavy.
She smiled and asked, "Did something good happen to Mason? Why so generous all of a sudden?"
The others also looked at him curiously.
After all, today wasn't a holiday or anyone's birthday.
Mason shared the good news without the bad, skipping the middle part and only telling the result.
"That project I'm working on, the timeline moved up. It was supposed to start next month, but now it can start this month."
Natalie was overjoyed.
"That's wonderful! If you'd said earlier, we could have celebrated today."
Natalie was genuinely happy.
Since college, people had called Mason a business genius who would surely inherit his father's business.
But somehow, Mason's initially smooth career had repeatedly hit obstacles in the past three years.
Finally, there was hope. She was very happy for her son.
Mason said, "Thanks to Amelia."
Amelia panicked inside, thinking Mason had guessed something. The next second, she heard Mason say, "Before Amelia came back, every investment I made failed. As soon as she came back, my project succeeded. She brought me blessings."
Amelia quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
If Mason knew what she'd done, he wouldn't be happy.
He was a principled person.
For his future, to get the hit-and-run driver who was finally sent to prison released again—he couldn't do something like that.
But precisely because Mason couldn't do it, she helped him do it.
When she did things, she only looked at results, not the process.
Being a good person all the time would only drag down the final result.
Mason would understand this principle sooner or later, but not now. It had to be gradual.
But even if Leo got out in a while, she wouldn't let him live more than three days.
People like that should pay with their lives for the dead.
Keep him locked up?
Too easy on him.
Byron had sent her the surveillance footage of Lyra's accident.
After being hit the first time, Lyra hadn't died.
Leo got scared, turned back, and ran over her repeatedly until she died.
She would send this demon back to hell.