When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 469 Finding The Mastermind.

Upon learning the news, Sven called the police to have them taken away.

Afterward, he got into the car and said to Cecilia. “It seems like they’re hired goons. I’ll investigate once we get back.”

“Alright.”

Cecilia also wanted to know who exactly was out to harm her.

Meanwhile, Cassandra was sitting in a car not far from the mall. She was eager to hear news about Cecilia being assaulted, but instead, she received a call from her secretary,

“Ms. Evans, there’s a highly skilled bodyguard by Cecilia’s side. He managed to defeat all of our men and had them arrested.”

“A single bodyguard? Against all of our men?” Cassandra couldn’t believe it..

“Mmm–hmm.”

Cassandra clenched her phone in frustration. “She really got off easy, didn’t she? You guys are useless, what kind of incompetent people did you hire?”

The secretary dared not respond.

Cassandra then asked, “What’s the progress on ruining her studio?”

“I… I haven’t found her studio yet,” th

Cassandra’s eyes.

secretary muttered, lowering her gaze, not daring to meet secretary muttered, lowering her

Cassandra picked up her phone and threw it at her, exclaiming, “What use are you to me?”

The secretary’s head was cut by the impact.

Cassandra wanted to berate her further, but upon spotting a passerby looking their way, immediately composed herself.

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“Quickly, take a seat and get the driver to start the car,” she said in a softened tone. “You really should be more careful. My phone slipped, and it just happened to hit you. Once we get back, have the doctor bandage you up.”

In public, Cassandra would always put up a kind and gentle façade.

“Alright.”

The secretary dared not utter a word, hanging her head in fear.

Cassandra wasn’t willing to let things be. She felt that the biggest issue at the moment was that Corilia waen’t in Tudela Traveling bark and forth made it incredibly diffienlt for her to deal with Cecilia.

When the evening arrived, Cassandra finally returned to the Evans residence.

Paula had been waiting for her for a long time.

“Cassandra, you’re back. Where have you been today?”

“I went to Sparaville. Do you need something?”

Cassandra tossed her bag aside, slumped down on the couch, crossed her legs, and wore a look of irritation on her face.

Upon hearing her mention that she had gone to Sparaville, Paula knew she had gone there to see Cecilia.

“Did Cecilia give you a hard time?”

“Mom, I just can’t believe Cecilia. Just a few days ago, she told me she had nothing to do with Nicholas. Yet, yesterday, Nicholas made a special trip to see her.” Cassandra wanted to see who Paula valued more, herself or Cecilia.

Paula naturally favored Cassandra, a chill evident in her eyes. “Cassandra, don’t worry. I have a way to deal with her.”

“Really?”

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Paula thought about Martha, the housekeeper whom Cecilia cared so much for. She was certain that if anything happened to Martha, Cecilia would be devastated.

After Cecilia returned home, she began distributing clothes to her family members. Since Jonathan wasn’t around, she recorded a video for him to watch.

However, Jonathan was currently at Sinclair Manor, rumored to have a wardrobe spanning one hundred and twenty square meters.

“Wow, Mommy, the clothes you picked are just amazing. Love you.” Elliot joyfully held up his clothes.

“I love you too.”

When she saw how happy he was, Cecilia couldn’t help but be filled with joy.

Nathaniel had been waiting, but his clothes never arrived. He even started to think that she hadn’t bought any for him.

“Ceci…”

“This is yours. Take a look and see what you think? I’ve already bought it, so even if you don’t like it, you’ll have to wear it.”

Nathaniel thought to himself, Even if it were ugly, I can’t see it.

“Whatever you bought must look good.” Nathaniel had learned his lesson by now, no longer daring to be as sharp–tongued as he used to be.

Cecilia was satisfied with his response.

“Could you help me try it on?” Nathaniel asked in a deep voice.

Speaking in front of her family, Cecilia felt a bit embarrassed. “Can’t you do it yourself?”

“I’m used to my clothes, but I’m unfamiliar with the new ones you bought for me.”

When Nathaniel brought the matter up, Martha also chimed in. “Ceci, why don’t you lend. Nathaniel a hand?”