<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1081 Do Not Want To Marry Nathaniel</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Bailey felt a growing sense of guilt at how much Cecilia cared for her and her family’s well–being-</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Overwhelmed by guilt, she stammered, struggling to articte her thoughts. “We’re fine now… Um… They probably won’t cause us any more trouble.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia found her response odd. “Howe you’re so certain?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Bailey had no idea how to exin. “I just… know. Ms. Smith, I’m truly grateful to you. In a few days, I’ll drop by to express my gratitude personally.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Not just gratitude, but I’m also going to express my apology.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Bailey felt particrly guilty toward Cecilia, who could very well be Queenie’s biological daughter.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Selfishly, she had prevented the mother and daughter from reuniting.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecília, noticing something was amiss, tactfully chose not to inquire further when Bailey seemed reluctant to share with her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“No need for that. I wish you well.” Cecilia ended the phone call.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Bailey stared at her phone, telling herself, “No matter what, I must not let Ms. Smith down again. Once Dn’s illness is cured, I’ll inform Ms. Smith about the truth.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, Cecilia immersed herself in her work, not expecting any gratitude for helping Bailey. She understood the distinction between providing genuine assistance and exploiting someone’s vulnerabilities</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Boss, something seems off with the number of collections here,” an employee said as he knocked and entered the room.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Hearing that, Cecilia snapped back to reality. She took the receipt and noticed a huge discrepancy between the actual amount and the price they had agreed upon. “How could this be?” she asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I don’t know. It’s almost the end of the month and we can’t trace the source of this payment. Our department might be in trouble.” The employee sighed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Carry on with your work for now. I’ll handle this matter,” Cecilia said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The received payment didn’t align with the amount outlined in the contract, clearly indicating tampering. Given Team Five’s current sales performance, they should be ranked first; however, discrepancies in the numbers could lead to usations of inted results.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia didn’t need to specte about the culprit behind this; she was convinced there was a traitor within the department working with Miranda. Recently, she had also cultivated a few trusted confidants, so she discreetly instructed them to monitor those around them and to report any movements or changes to her at all times.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, Miranda was feeling quite pleased with her masterpiece when Jessica called her, her voice breaking, “Miranda, could you tell Grandpa Niel that I don’t want to marry Nathaniel anymore?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda was puzzled. “Why?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Miranda, you wouldn’t believe what a monster he has be,” Jessica said in despair.</font></font>
Last night, Jessica had been genuinely terrified. After Nathaniel fell asleep, she retired to her room next door. However, in the dead of night, Nathaniel suddenly burst into her room, gripping her throat tightly as if he intended to take her life. Overwhelmed by fear, Jessica believed she was on the brink of death and cried out for help. It was only when the butler and servants rushed in that she managed to escape the dire situation.
“Nathaniel has neverid his hand on a woman before.” Miranda was surprised. “Could he possibly be sleepwalking?”
“No, he’s gone mad. He’s basically a fool now.”
Elena and Niel had cautioned Jessica against letting outsiders know Nathaniel’s current situation.
However, Jessica still ended up telling Miranda.
Miranda rose from her chair. “Really? He’s a fool now?”Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.