When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 484 Stay Away From Nicholas

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the Four Seasons Hotel, a sophisticated and elegant woman stood, gazing out over the city of Tudela.

She held a lit cigarette between her fingers, the smoke curling lazily into the air..

Her eyes were so deep and enigmatic that it was impossible to read her thoughts.

Thud, thud, thud!

The sound of knocking echoed.

The woman extinguished the cigarette in her hand: “Come in.”

With great caution, Cassandra gently opened the door and stepped inside. “Mom.”

Queenie turned around, her sharp gaze softening. “Come here.”

Cassandra stepped forward.

Queenie gently tidied her blouse and asked, “How have you been lately?”

She had been busy lately, spending most of her time abroad managing various projects. But the moment she heard that Paula had been involved in a murder, she rushed back to check on Cassandra.

Cassandra stood before her, adopting the demeanor of a dazed, innocent child. “Mom, I’m not doing well. Not well at all.”

Queenie’s eyes narrowed with a sudden intensity. “Has someone made your life miserable? Who? Nicholas?”

She clenched her hand tightly. Did the Rainsworths really think that just because they’re in power, they can bully the Jamieson family however they want?

Cassandra quickly shook her head. “It’s not him. Nicholas treats me well.”

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“It’s someone I mentioned before–Cecilia Smith. She’s Nathaniel’s wife, my future sister–in–law,” Cassandra replied.

“Cecilia?” Queenie scoffed upon hearing Cecilia’s name. She’s just a deaf woman. How dare she bully my daughter?

Though Cassandra was adopted, Queenie had raised her as her own since childhood. She had always been willful and stubborn, and no one had ever dared to bully her.

“Mom, you wouldn’t believe it,” Cassandra lamented. “She’s so manipulative. She was secretly trying to seduce Nicholas. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never have believed it.”

Fury surged within Queenie at the revelation. “The women I loathe the most are those who try to steal other women’s men!”

She then patted Cassandra’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll definitely stand up for you.”

Cassandra hummed and nodded in response.

Cassandra knew that Queenie was resourceful and not easily manipulated or handled like Paula.

“Cheer up. My daughter is no weakling.” Queenie offered Cassandra a few comforting words. before making a call to have someone look into Cecilia.

“All right, Mom.”

That afternoon, a Lamborghini glided to a halt at the entrance of Daltonia Villa.

Cecilia was in the middle of composing music when her phone’s ringtone broke the silence.

She answered the call, only to hear two icy words from the other end. “Come out.”

Stepping outside in confusion, she noticed an unfamiliar car parked by the villa..

The car window rolled down, revealing a woman with a stern and weathered face.

Cecilia had seen Queenie only once before, at the engagement party, but she recognized her immediately upon seeing her again.

Though Queenie wasn’t strikingly beautiful, her presence exuded a clear air of elite status. Cecilia stepped out and greeted, “Mdm. Queenie.”

Queenie was somewhat taken aback. She hadn’t expected Cecilia to still remember herself.

As a straightforward person who disliked beating around the bush, she pulled out a check. “Fill in the amount yourself, and don’t let me catch you interacting with Nicholas again. If I do, don’t blame me if things get ugly.”

Queenie was not like Paula and Elena, who were all talk and no action, No matter the cost, she could afford it.

At that moment, Cecilia understood that Queenie was there to confront her. Recognizing the intent behind the check, she declined to accept it. “I always thought Madame Queenie was a strong businesswoman with a clear sense of right and wrong. Now, it seems that’s not the case. Nicholas is my husband’s younger brother. How could I possibly avoid interacting with him?”

A mocking, incredulous gleam flashed in Queenie’s eyes at Cecilia’s remark.

Never in her life had she encountered someone who was daring enough to confront her like that. She must be tired of living.

She remained silent, and it seemed as if the driver took that as a signal to reverse the car and