When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 488 Fearful Of George And Cecilia

Elliot found it rather strange. Why did his mother had to go through several stages to have a baby?

In this regard, he truly had limited knowledge.

As he was deep in thought, Cecilia had already dressed herself and emerged, her face flushed.

“Mr. Sanders, what brings you here?”

Mason lied, saying, “I have some personal matters I’d like to discuss with Mr. Rainsworth.”

Cecilia nodded, feeling a little embarrassed as she led Elliot downstairs.

Nathaniel didn’t chat with Mason for long before he had to leave due to some matters.

Cecilia didn’t bother to ask him what he was going to do.

Once they were outside, Mason reported on the progress of the projects they had acquired over the past few months.

After listening intently, Nathaniel said, “You’ve worked hard recently. Tomorrow’s the New Year, take some time to rest well these few days.”

Upon hearing his words, Mason’s eyes were wide with shock..

It was because it was the first time he had heard his boss acknowledge his hard work.

Is the sky falling?

“It’s nothing, it’s my job,” said Mason, taken aback and momentarily losing his usual composure.

Nathaniel couldn’t see his expression, but having lived with Cecilia for so long, his treatment. toward those around him had softened, much like her.

“Is there anything else?” he asked.

It was only then that Mason remembered. “Mr. Sinclair and Mr. Faust invited you to the Elite Club tonight.”

Since Nathaniel was still pretending to have amnesia, Zachary and the others could only arrange to meet him through Mason.

Tonight?

Without a second thought, Nathaniel replied, “I’m not going, let them know I have plans.”

He had to prepare for New Year’s Eve with Cecilia for the following day.

Mason knew he wouldn’t go. Lately, Nathaniel had spent almost all his time with Cecilia, except for work. He hadn’t gone to nightclubs anymore, and he hadn’t even taken walks alone.

“All right.”

That night, at the topmost floor of Elite Club.

Zachary and Darren were in a private room, drinking with a group of wealthy young heirs. In past years, Nathaniel would also be there. Upon learning that Nathaniel would not be coming this year, Zachary couldn’t help but express his surprise. “Nathaniel really values his romantic pursuits over his friends now. Darren, you’re the best. You’ve been married for so many years, yet you’ve never stood us up.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Darren, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, lifted a glass of wine and retorted, “Zach, aren’t you engaged? Why aren’t you spending time with your fiancée?”

Upon the mention of his fiancée, Vivian, Zachary’s expression immediately changed.

An image of a woman surfaced in his mind, her face round and endearing. Her almond–shaped eyes sparkled, and her smile was as captivating as a crescent moon. It was a pity, however, that her temper was rather poor.

The last time they went to look at wedding dresses together, they happened to run into Vivian’s ex–boyfriend, Ernest, who was out for a stroll with his wife.

She stubbornly clung to his arm, pinching him all the way in displeasure.

“All you do is tease me. I was forced into marriage, unlike you and your wife, who fell in love freely.”

Fell in love freely?

The corners of Darren’s mouth curled up, radiating a chilling intent.

The others, hearing Zachary’s words, couldn’t help but agree. “Zachary, don’t worry. When you’re in charge in the future, you’ll be free to choose as many women as you want.”

“Of course.”

Zachary’s eyebrows lifted slightly, radiating a sense of triumph. Suddenly, his expression froze.

Not far from the main entrance, Vivian, dressed in a begonia–colored long dress, led Jonathan, her eyes fixed intently on him.

From the side, a voice chimed in, seemingly unaware of the seriousness of the situation, “If Zachary really has such intentions, I can send some attractive young women to your private residence right now. Even if that woman from the Kennedy family finds out, she won’t be able to do anything about it.”

“Exactly, what can a woman from the humble Kennedy family possibly do to you?”

Cough, cough, cough….

Zachary bowed his head, coughing slightly. He picked up his wine glass, using it to hide the inexplicable panic in his eyes.

He wasn’t afraid of Vivian, but rather, he feared George and Cecilia.

After all, Vivian was the granddaughter–in–law favored by George and also the best friend of Cecilia, who had saved his life.