When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 468 Shopping For Clothes

Soon, they arrived at a mall in Sparaville.

Cecilia got out of the car to buy some things, with Sven following her. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

“Someone’s following.us.”

Upon hearing those words, Cecilia also halted. “Are you referring to Nathaniel’s bodyguards?”

They were not far off. Cecilia wasn’t fond of having a crowd tailing her, and it was expected that they wouldn’t come.

“No, these are some unfamiliar faces. Let’s go shopping first.”

“Alright.”

Cecilia had always been confident in Sven.

Calvin had once said even twenty ordinary men combined was no match for Sven.

Sven had survived through the most gruesome conditions imaginable.

Inside the mall, Cecilia chose clothes for her family. Picking outfits for the two children and Martha was a breeze, but when it came to Nathaniel, she found herself hesitating.

In the past, Nathaniel was always dressed in expensive, tailor–made clothing. His wardrobe was strictly monochromatic, exuding gloom and devoid of any cheerfulness.

Upon considering these factors, Cecilia specifically chose some inexpensive clothes for Nathaniel. All of them were in bright colors.

“Sven, why don’t you pick out a couple of outfits too?”

Sven stood at the door, overhearing Cecilia’s words. He was taken aback at first but quickly. rejected the offer: “That’s not necessary. Thank you.”

Cecilia gave the matter some thought.

She recalled that Sven had previously returned to his hometown, specifically to call off his engagement with his fiancée. Could it be that he now has a girlfriend, which makes it awkward for him to let me pay for his clothes?

Cecilia hurriedly clarified, “Don’t get the wrong idea. You’re free to choose. As your boss, I’ll cover the expenses. Even if your girlfriend finds out, she won’t be upset.”

As a woman, she understood boundaries and knew it was inappropriate to buy clothes for men who already had a girlfriend or a wife.

An unusual expression crossed Sven’s normally cold and rigid face. “I don’t have a girlfriend. I declined because I’m already paid a salary.”

When the engagement with his fiancée was initially called off, it was primarily due to them. lacking any real feelings for each other. Secondly, it was because his fiancée had betrayed him.

Now, Cecilia felt even more awkward.

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She realized that Sven was truly impressive as a bodyguard, even going as far as to reject the perks offered by his boss.

Thus, she was contemplating rewarding Sven with a bonus several times his usual salary on payday.

After Cecilia had finished shopping, the two of them headed to the underground parking lot. Sven helped her stow away their purchases in the trunk, one by one.

It was at this moment, from the dimly lit corner, five or six men armed with iron rods emerged.

Sven’s eyes narrowed coldly. He turned to Cecilia and said, “Get in the car.”

“Alright, be careful,” Cecilia said as she opened the car door and settled into the seat.

The man leading the group caught sight of Sven’s towering figure and his fair, clean–cut face. He assumed Sven was all show and no substance, so he felt no fear.

“We’ve business with her. If you don’t wish to die, you had better leave.”

Sven paid no heed to his words, calmly stowing away the items and shutting the trunk.

“Who sent you?”

nt me?

The man at the forefront chuckled. “Does it matter who sent me?”

“If you don’t want to die, then scram!” he s again.

Sven unbuttoned his jacket and casually tossed it aside.

The man leading was somewhat taken aback. “You really do have a death wish. Everyone, attack!”

The people who hired them were powerful and influential. Even if they killed someone, it wouldn’t matter.

With that, the group of burly men charged at Sven.

While sitting in the car, Cecilia saw Sven kicking the men.

In less than fifteen minutes, the six men found themselves sprawled on the ground, crying out in pain, and unable to get up.

Sven stepped up to the man leading the group, stepping down on one of his hands with his foot. “Speak,” he demanded, “who sent you?”

The person at the helm cried out in pain, pleading for mercy repeatedly.

“I’m not sure myself. I only know she’s a secretary named Riley. Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll give you her phone number.”