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    When Liam arrived at the basement in a flustered state, Nathaniel was already gone.


    He saw his daughter huddled in the corner, trembling uncontrobly and apologizing incessantly.


    “Lynn, what’s wrong?”


    The bodyguard standing nearby told him coldly, “Mr. Liam, Mr. Rainsworth has made it clear that she isn’t suitable for the Rainsworth family. As of today, Mr. Rainsworth doesn’t want to see her in Tud anymore.”


    With teary eyes, Liam nodded in response.


    “Absolutely; I’ll send her abroad right away.”


    At this point, Lily’s emotions had somewhat stabilized. She held onto Liam and said, “Dad, I don’t want to leave.”


    She lowered her voice as she continued, “It’s all because of Cecilia.”


    Liam gave her shoulder a pat, his gaze fierce as he said, “I know… I know everything.”


    Outside the mansion, Nathaniel was seated in the car, lighting one cigarette after another.


    Mason was giving a report on the recent work from the side. Apart from Calvin’s projects, everything was progressing as expected.


    “Shareholders are already grumbling about the losses from thepetition,” Mason delicately stated.


    Recently, Nathaniel had been preupied with dating, and hadn’t made it to the office in person. As a result, the senior executives started to get restless, barking orders here and there.


    “How much longer do you think Calvin can hold on?” Nathaniel asked solemnly.


    Mason shook his head. “I used to have a grasp on it, but now I can’t estimate it anymore. Thepany behind Calvin is not to be underestimated.”


    Had it been an ordinary internationalpany that came here, they would have fled in less than six months once oppressed by Nathaniel.


    However, Calvin had already been hanging in there for five years.


    Nathaniel was well aware, but he wasn’t afraid of this minor setback.


    “Then keep pressuring him. I’m curious to see if he’s truly invincible.”


    He was well aware of the countless instances of covert harm Calvin had endured while abroad..


    If there was someone behind Calvin, then there was also a knife..


    As such, Nathaniel had to put in more effort to hasten Calvin’s demise.


    “Understood.”


    After presenting his report, Mason showed no intention of leaving.


    “Mr. Rainsworth, did Ms. Smith get angry again?”


    If it wasn’t for Cecilia’s anger, he doubted that Nathaniel would even have time to see him, let alone continually keep himpany while smoking in the car.


    Nathaniel cast him a deep nce.


    “If there’s nothing else, then get lost.”


    Mason recalled when he had sessfully managed to coax his girlfriend a few days ago. He couldn’t help but share his sessful experience.


    “Mr. Rainsworth, women are actually quite simple. All you need to do is pamper her a bit, say some sweet things, buy her some gifts, and that should do the trick-


    Mason’s lesson wasn’t fully imparted when he tumbled out of the car.


    The bodyguards standing behind were all taken aback. It was their first time seeing Mason, who was always serious and wore gold–rimmed sses, in such a state of disarray.


    At night, under the thick nket of darkness, the rain outside showed no signs of letting up.


    Cecilia was lying in bed, barely managing to drift into a light sleep, when suddenly, a strong hand pulled her into an embrace.


    The faint scent of tobo and liquor clung to the man. She knew who it was without having to look.


    He certainly picked up quite a few bad habits during the five years of her absence.


    “You heartless creature… I can’t believe you’ve fallen asleep.”


    Nathaniel thought she had fallen asleep, and with a sense of dissatisfaction, he pulled her closer to him with more force.


    He couldn’t sleep at all while he was in the car.


    He had nned to use this month to make her admit her mistakes willingly, to make her realize who truly cared for her the most.


    However, it hadn’t even been half a month and she was upset again.


    Cecilia had her eyes tightly closed, not yet ready to engage with him and a cripple.


    She nned to carry out her n the following day, once her emotions had stabilized. She feared that she might unintentionally offend him again if she acted while her emotions were still in turmoil.


    At that moment, Nathaniel was not letting her sleep peacefully. While holding her, he was also caressing her.


    “Would you dream of me if I were like this?”