<strong>Chapter 152 Personal Business</strong>


    Upon receiving a text message from Cecilia, Ste’s lips curled up in delight. Without dy, she texted Nathaniel: Nathaniel, I’m not sure what kind of rtionship you’re maintaining with Cecilia right note, but she’s not as simple as she seems. If you don’t believe me, meet me at the cafe on Cross Street at ten tonight.


    She wanted to expose Cecilia’s true colors right in front of Nathaniel.


    At that time, Cecilia was unaware of all this. After she had woken up and freshened up, she saw Nathaniel sitting on the living room couch, engrossed in his phone.


    Upon hearing footsteps, Nathaniel secretly deleted the message from Ste, then lifted his head to look at Cecilia.


    “Let’s go out for breakfast.”


    Cecilia was somewhat puzzled. She was sure she had seen breakfastid out in the dining room.


    Without giving it much thought, she went out to eat with Nathaniel.


    In the restaurant outside, a refined breakfast wasid out on the table.


    Without any hesitation, Cecilia picked out her favorite dishes and began eating.


    Nathaniel had been paying close attention to her. “Don’t you have anything to tell me?”


    “What?”


    Cecilia looked puzzled, but deep down, she had thought of Ste.


    “There’s nothing.”


    Nathaniel didn’t ask any further.


    Cecilia felt that he had really been idletely. Is there no need for him to go to the office anymore?


    The breakfast was finished rather quickly.


    The driver then took the two of them to the office.


    Sharing an office with Nathaniel, Cecilia found it utterly impossible topose any music.


    Before long, she grew restless and found herself standing before Nathaniel’s desk.


    “I want to go out for a stroll.”


    Nathaniel’s hand, which had been leafing through the documents, paused. “All right.


    To her surprise, it was easier than Cecilia had anticipated. Before she left, she added, “I have something to do tonight, so I’ll be back a bitter.”


    Nathaniel’s gaze deepened as he lifted his eyes to look at her tranquil face, his lips slightly parting


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    “My personal business,” Cecilia said, pretending to have a secret.


    Nathaniel was taken aback by her words, his expression solemn. A chill flickered in his sharp eyes as he warned. “Let me remind you. Don’t do anything that would upset me


    Upon hearing his words, Cecilia was ny percent sure that Ste had told him about her asking for money.


    However, it was quite peculiar as Nathaniel was not the kind of person who could tolerate irritations


    If he already knows, then why didn’t he confront me directly? Why is he beating around the back?


    After leaving thepany, Cecilia still didn’t understand.


    She discreetly sent a text message to Sven.


    Before long a taxi pulled up in front of her. The man behind the wheel was none other than?


    Sven


    True to his reputation. Sven, the trusted right–hand man by Calvin’s side, was always thorough and thoughtful in all matters.


    After Cecilia got into the car. Sven informed her that a car was trailing them.


    Without a doubt, they knew those people were Nathaniel’s subordinates.


    “Do you want to shake them off?” Sven asked.


    “No need.”


    If we shake them off again. Nathania’s suspicions would only deepen.


    Sven nced at Cecilia through the rear–view mirror and asked, “So, where are we heading now?”


    “Could you do me a favor and show me around? I’ve been feeling rather cooped uptely.”


    “All right.”


    The inside of the car fell silent.


    Cecilia rolled down the car window, gazing at the scenery outside that was both familiar and foreign to her. Gradually, her emotions settled into a calm serenity.


    The individuals Nathaniel sent had also followed them all the way. Seeing that the taxi didn’t seem to have a destination and was just aimlessly wandering around the city, the bodyguard


    Nathaniel instructed them to continue observing Cecilia.


    When the taxi wasn’t far from the Smith residence, Cecilia couldn’t help but say, “Sven, could you drive over there?”


    The Smith residence was situated halfway up a hill.


    Since Regas had a fondness for antiques, the entire mansion was made of wood.


    Regas had nted a multitude of flowers outside his mansion, the most abundant of which were the begonias, Cecilia’s favorite.


    That was because this ce had already been acquired by Ste.