When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 271 A Prank

They were composite photos of Nathaniel with Stella, complete with insinuations that he had been cheated on.

By the time Nathaniel found out, the images had already spread and even made it to the trending news headlines. The IT department scrambled to delete the photos and launch an investigation. They discovered that the method used was similar to the one used previously to transfer funds. from Nathaniel’s private account, and the timing was almost identical, usually around three or four in the morning.

After sobering up, Nathaniel stared at the photographs, a throbbing headache adding to hist frustration. “Have they found out who did it?”

After a brief hesitation, Mason replied, “We traced the address to Zachary’s Seabay Villa, but he wouldn’t do something like this. The hacker who breached your private account before–his location was linked to where Vivian resides.”

“I have a hunch. Could it be that child?” Mason suggested.

At the mention of Jonathan, Nathaniel fell silent. “Suppress the news,” he ordered.

Once that was done, he asked, “Have they found the child?”

Mason shook his head.

Nathaniel picked up another glass of wine, taking a sip, the fiery liquid burning his throat. He tossed the empty glass aside. “Keep searching.”

“Understood,” Mason replied.

He then provided another update. “We’ve identified what happened last night. Mrs. Rainsworth offended a local bigwig, known as Mr. Reynolds. He’s a notorious figure, with multiple stints in jail. Unfortunately, he managed to slip away this time.”

Nathaniel’s brow furrowed slightly. “Understood.”

With nothing else to attend to, Mason left.

Nathaniel sat on the couch, lost in thought about the previous day’s events. Eventually, he opened his laptop and instructed customer service at one of his subsidiaries to provide him with an

account.

On Cecilia’s end, her new song hadn’t sold, so she was exploring other collaborations. But she got lucky that morning–a major website expressed interest in striking a deal.

Unbeknownst to Cecilia, the website was actually arranged by Nathaniel. She had no idea that he was well–acquainted with her line of work.

Online, Nathaniel personally communicated with her.

Chapter 271 A Prank

Cecilia typed: Hello, shall we meet in person for a discussion?

Nathaniel: No need. Let’s sign the contract online, and I’ll transfer the money to you.

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Cecilia hadn’t expected the other party to be so prompt. After confirming they were using the company’s account, she signed the contract. Sure enough, it didn’t take long before fifty million was transferred into her company’s account.

Cecilia: Thank you, it was a pleasure working with you.

Nathaniel, listening to the music she had composed, replied: How many pieces have you composed in total?

Cecilia responded: Adding this one, that makes thirty–two.

Nathaniel: I’ve listened to your new song; it’s pretty good Cecilia: Thank you.

After a moment of contemplation, Nathaniel typed again: Could you possibly sign over the other songs to me as well? All I need are the rights to use them. Name your price.

Cecilia was taken aback by the offer. Since the rights to her other songs had already been licensed elsewhere and weren’t exclusive, they couldn’t fetch a high price. She quoted a base price of ten million in total.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Before long, the money was transferred into her account. All Cecilia could do was keep expressing her gratitude.

Nathaniel stared at the emoji she sent, feeling a mix of emotions. Then, as if driven by an unseen force, he asked: If I may be so bold, are you married?

Worried that Cecilia might misunderstand and refuse to chat further, he quickly added: It feels like there’s a story within the melody you composed.

Cecilia replied: I was married once, but we’re divorced.

Reading her response, Nathaniel felt a wave of frustration so intense that he could hardly resist the urge to rush next door and confront her.

When did we divorce? How could I not have known?

But Cecilia, interpreting his silence differently, assumed the company had strict requirements for songwriters to maintain a positive public image. She quickly reassured him: Rest assured, I have no bad habits, nor will I engage in any scandal.

Nathaniel read her message, his thoughts racing. He typed: If you hadn’t divorced, wouldn’t you be less stressed now, being alone?

With Calvin, she had two children, yet the other party didn’t even ensure her basic living conditions. Reflecting on it, Nathaniel wished he could delve into Cecilia’s mind, curious about