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Nathaniel stood with his hands behind his back, standing upright as he contemplated the

situation.

Romello tapped the table, snapping him out of his thoughts.

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“No, I’ll follow your lead. I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.”

“Good,” Romello replied, reclining in his chair and exhaling smoke from his cigarette.

With his head held up high, Romello’s eyes gleamed sinisterly as he watched the smoke

rise.

“I need you to hand over all communication devices to ensure your safety at home before the banquet. Can you do that?”

Nathaniel hesitated for a moment before retrieving an old–fashioned cell phone from his pocket and placing it on Romello’s desk.

“I don’t have much money, just this phone. If you don’t believe me, you can have the bodyguards search my room.”

Romello smiled warmly and said, “I trust you.”

That afternoon, the news that Nathaniel was still alive but had been sent abroad for further study was made public on the official website of the Nicholls Group.

Previously, Sheena had been under suspicion for attempting to murder Nathaniel, but due to Howard’s interventions, the issue had subsided.

Now, with Nathaniel alive, those rumors were dispelled.

Sheena sat on the couch, browsing news about the Nicholls family.

Elliot, holding a bowl of fresh strawberries, offered her some and glanced at her iPad.

“I didn’t expect him to return after a year abroad and pick up the name Nathaniel Nicholls again, resuming his old life. Nana, what do you think his motive is this time?”

Sheena, munching on strawberries, remained silent, pondering Elliot’s question.

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Elliot continued, “Honey, I have a feeling he came back with a plan. He’s hiding something.”

Perhaps it was a man’s intuition about another man.

Back then, Nathaniel had expressed despair over his status as an illegitimate child and did not want to live under the identities of Nathaniel Nicholls or Charles Lance anymore.

It was expected that he would disappear forever, living under an assumed name.

Yet, after just a year, he returned seemingly without warning, as if he had just taken a short break.

Sheena gently patted Elliot’s arm and whispered, “Do you still hold any grudges against him?”

“No, it’s been a year. I’m healthy, happy, and there’s nothing to dwell on.”

Sheena affectionately caressed his handsome face, saying, “Then that settles it. Now that he’s willing to help us, let’s trust him for now. As long as he doesn’t pose any threat to us, it’s fine, even if he has ulterior motives.”

“You’re right.”

He planted a kiss on Sheena’s cheek as a reward, then went to fetch some strawberries

from the table and fed them to her himself.

Sheena accepted his gesture contentedly and continued, “By the way, you know how paranoid Romello can be. Now that news of Nathaniel being alive is public, you should visit the Nicholls residence frequently. Make sure to act naturally and believable.”

“Alright.”

It had been three days since Nathaniel returned to the Nicholls family.

It was nighttime. Unable to sleep, he occasionally glanced out the window toward the top floor in the dead of night.

During these days, he had observed the people going up to the top floor.

All the servants and bodyguards were forbidden access to the top floor. Even Gabrielle and Marius were no exception.

Instead, all meals were personally delivered by the butler.

Romello, still feeling sore for the past couple of days, had not gone up yet.

Once he felt better, he would make time to visit the top floor every day.

Only the butler and Romello had the keys, and access was strictly controlled.

Nathaniel estimated that during this time, there would not be an opportunity to search

the top floor during this time.

Perhaps the banquet would present a good opportunity.