Isaac walked over and asked, "Do you know who this lady is?”

Harrell nodded. "Yes."

“Then it would be in your best interest to stop your nonsense!" Isaac's discontent was apparent. Camila had endured a long morning of meetings, and her pregnancy added another layer of fatigue.

Harrell's interruption, driven by his own agenda, was an annoyance Isaac wouldn't tolerate!

Besides, would she even care about the issue of money for a second? Harrell, realizing his misstep, slapped his forehead in frustration.

How could he forget?

Camila was Isaac's wife who had no need to worry about financial matters.

Obviously, shortage of money would never happen!

What was more, Harrell got pay from Camila and her husband.

After all, Isaac had already spent money on this endeavor.

Bitterly smiling, Harrell acknowledged his fault. "It's my fault." Isaac had every right to be unhappy.

It was clear to Camila why Harrell had visited Faymoor previously.

She assured Harrell, “Don't worry. Our country's medical care is trustworthy too."

Harrell inquired, "Is there any good news?"

Camila glanced around, ensuring their privacy, before saying, “Isaac is a shareholder in the Madeline Research Center."

Harrell's eyes widened!

He had sought to recruit people from the very institution Isaac now had ties to.

Isaac's success was undeniable, not only becoming involved with the Madeline Research Center but also assuming a leadership position within it.

Harrell was full of admiration.

Isaac just had all the makings of a professional success story! “Let's go," Isaac said, placing an arm around Camila's shoulder.

“Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?" he asked.

Camila pondered for a moment before replying, "I crave hot pot..."

Isaac's gaze softened as he gently declined, "No way!"

Concerned for her well-being, especially considering her pregnancy, he didn't want her to experience any discomfort.

After all, their baby came first.