When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 377 You And I Are Not Family

“Is this what your job entails?” Cecilia asked.

“Yeah; it’s all arranged by the boss,” replied Nathaniel, his expression unchanging.

Cecilia reflected on how in the past, Nathaniel would only review proposals made by others. Now, he had to create the proposals himself. You never know what can happen in life!

“Do you want to talk to Elena and have her arrange some work for you, or perhaps-”

Before Cecilia could finish her sentence, Nathaniel interrupted her, “Cecilia, from now on, we have no connection with the Rainsworth family. You are the only family I have.”

Upon hearing these words, Cecilia choked up.

She wasn’t moved, though. Instead, she said, “The reason I returned to Sparaville is because the doctor mentioned that Martha’s health is deteriorating and she might not make it past the New Year. If Martha passes away, I would still choose to leave this place. We are bound to part ways eventually. You and I are not family.”

You and I are not family…

Nathaniel’s heart sank. He had thought that Cecilia had given up on the idea of divorce during the time they recently spent together. Yet, to his surprise, she hadn’t changed her mind at all.

“I’m off to work now. You should head back soon.”

After speaking, Cecilia left the room without having breakfast.

Today, she was set to meet the mysterious individual Charlotte mentioned.

Outside the hotel, a man and a woman stood before a black sedan by the roadside.

The man was clad in a black coat, his demeanor cold and stern. In stark contrast, the woman’s aura was completely different. She was dressed in a charming little padded jacket, stepping confidently in her Doc Martens, and holding two large bags of quiche in her hands.

Charlotte was eagerly devouring the small steamed buns, yet she didn’t forget to offer one to Sven, asking, “Want one?”

Sven watched as her cheeks puffed up, reminiscent of a rabbit’s movements. “No, thank you,” he said.

“What a shame. If you won’t eat some, how could two girls like me and Boss possibly finish all of this?”

Before Sven could reply, he saw her stuffing two more quiches into her mouth.

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“I can’t let this food go to waste. I suppose I’ll help Boss eat a few more.”

Sven felt that if Cecilia had been any slower, there probably wouldn’t have been any breakfast left.

Charlotte, being sharp–eyed as ever, spotted Cecilia and immediately waved at her. “Boss!”

Immediately, Cecilia strode over to the two of them, taking the few remaining quiches from her hands.

“Thank you.”

Charlotte opened the car door for her. “No need to thank me. Come on; get in the car. We’re off to meet the client.”

Sven too, had taken his place in the driver’s seat and started driving.

Charlotte was unsure of the identity of the mysterious client, but she knew he was wealthy. Their chosen meeting place was in a luxurious private room at Elite Club.

In a place like that, it was naturally impossible for Cecilia to follow and reach the same floor.

“We’ll wait for you in the car. All right.”

In the deluxe private room at the top of Elite Club.

A hand slid open the window, observing everything below the building.

“Mr. Nicholas, they’ve arrived.”

The one speaking was Nicholas‘ secretary, Jocelyn. She looked toward the private room where Nicholas was seated, engrossed in a solo game of chess, and continued, “The person who just entered isn’t Ms. Smith.”

With a slight pause, Nicholas, holding a black chess piece, asked, “Does she still not want to see me?”

A few days ago, he had sent Magnus to look for Cecilia. He knew the outcome when Cecilia didn’t show up, yet he was still unwilling to accept it.

During his time abroad, he was constantly investigating Cecilia whenever he was awake.

After knowing that she was the composer, Cecille, he had gone out of his way this time just to meet her.

After closing the window, Jocelyn stepped forward.

“I heard that the company has been interested in Ms. Smith’s compositions recently. However, she always sends her assistant to represent her, while she herself stays behind the scenes.”

While the two were engaged in conversation, Charlotte had already been led into the room by

At a single glance, she spotted a man seated within the private room, engrossed in a game of chess. His countenance was stern, his demeanor exuding a sense of refined elegance.