Chapter 560 Secret Millionaire


    Cecilia briefly informed him about her return to the country without going into much detail.


    After they finished their meal, Eric offered to drive her home.


    “I can go back on my own. What if your fans see you?” Cecilia declined immediately.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    She simply wanted to remain a friend in secret, one that wasn’t known to the public.


    “Don’t worry. I’m so heavily disguised that no one would recognize me,” Eric said, curious to see where she was currently living.


    Despite repeatedly rejecting his offer, Cecilia had no choice but to agree in the end. “Fine.”


    Upon stepping outside, they were greeted by the harsh winter wind.


    Immediately, Eric positioned himself in front of her, bearing the brunt of the iing wind and snow.


    He chuckled. “I’m surprised by how heavy it’s snowing here in Tud. Before I came back, I went to the seaside, and it was exceptionally warm there.”


    Eric had a vibrant personality.


    Cecilia would asionally respond as she listened to him speak.


    The two of them got into the car, one after the other. Unbeknownst to her, there was a low- profile, ck Maybach parked under the heavy snow.


    Sven drove, following closely behind them.


    Meanwhile, Nathaniel, in his Maybach, wore a gloomy expression.


    “What does the man look like?”


    “His face was hidden behind sunsses and a mask. I can’t quite make out his features, but he seems fairly young,” replied Mason.


    He distinctly felt the hostile aura of his boss and added, “He’s definitely not good–looking. Otherwise, why would he be wearing sunsses and a mask?”


    Nathaniel’s mood slightly improved but just slightly.


    “Didn’t you say that aside from Calvin, she didn’t know any other men while she was abroad?”


    Mason suddenly felt that he was being med unfairly.


    How could I have possibly investigated so thoroughly? Did the boss mean to say that he should investigate


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    He could only sighing quietly to himself.


    “Mr. Rainsworth, to be honest, I think it’s pretty normal for a woman to have a couple of guy friends. My girlfriend even has a male best friend.”


    When it came to that male best friend, all he could do was grit his teeth and endure. However, he still used it as a means tofort his boss.


    “Male best friend?” Nathaniel looked puzzled. “What is that?”


    Mason was speechless.


    Mr. Rainsworth, aside from making money, really doesn’t know anything else. He still hasn’t learned how to cook…


    “The kind of man who gets along really well with women.”


    Nathaniel simply didn’t believe in the concept of pure friendship between genders. It was just like Calvin, who pretended that his interest in Cecilia was purely tonic.


    Once Cecilia wasn’t around, thetter would openly challenge him.


    “Is Calvin dead yet?” he asked.


    “He’s not, and he’s already been discharged from the hospital. I found out he’s currently in al power struggle with the brothers of the Reese family, so he probably doesn’t have time toe back.”


    “Doesn’t have time?”


    “Doesn’t have the guts toe back.”


    Mason felt that his boss was bing increasingly difficult to deal with.


    “Mr. Rainsworth, are we heading back to the office now?”


    “Follow her male best friend.”


    Mason was rendered speechless.


    Though Mason was someone who could handle a fight, his driving skills were average at best. His attempts at tailing people often fell short, and on several asions, he nearly got caught by Sven.


    As he continued to drive ahead, he realized that the road was bing increasingly familiar.


    “Mr. Rainsworth, it seems like they are heading back to Daltonia Vi.”


    She’s bringing her male best friend home?


    Nathaniel was in a terrible mood, which left Mason feeling on edge.


    When Eric dropped Cecilia at Daltonia Vi, he couldn’t help but be awed by the sight of the huge mansion.


    “Ceci, you must be a secret millionaire, huh? This house must have cost billions, right?”


    He vividly remembered that when they first met, Cecilia was still renting a ce.


    “This isn’t my house,” Cecilia casually replied.


    “Whose is it?”


    In the midst of their conversation, all she could do was tell the truth. “It belongs to my husband.”


    Eric was stunned. “Didn’t you divorce him?”


    Back when they were overseas, he distinctly remembered Cecilia lived alone with an olddy, taking care of two children.


    Her ex–husband is so wealthy, yet he didn’t her a hand?