<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1112 Impending Drama</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ms. Smith?” Queenie was somewhat puzzled. “Which Ms. Smith?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was somewhat perplexed. Why did Orion Corporation send someone I don’t even know to handle such an important coboration?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It seems her name is Cecilia,” Cassina said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing Cecilia’s name, Queenie’splexion immediately turned grim.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Cecilia again?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina was startled by her sudden change of expression. “Wh–what about it?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Before this, Cecilia has always been bullying your sister, and now she’s turned her attention to you. She’s acting as if she’s thedy of the Rainsworth family,” Queenie said, her anger particrly palpable.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra, who was quietly observing from the side, added fuel to the fire. “Mom, perhaps it was because went for a prenatal checkup today. Cecilia saw that I wasn’t around and assumed that Cassie was a subordinate. That’s why…”.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">How could Cassie possibly be a subordinate? She’s my daughter! Didn’t you tell her?” Queenie was even more upset.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra exined, “When I introduced Cecilia to her, I told her that Cassie is my younger sister. Now that you’ve said this, I feel like she’s just looking down on me.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It’s not you she’s looking down on; it’s the Jamieson family.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Initially, Queenie had intended to stay in herne, but now, she couldn’t bear it any longer.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’ll apany you to Orion Corporation tomorrow, let’s see just how brazen she can be.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Alright, Mom.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra was looking forward to seeing how Cecilia would suffer the next day.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, Cecilia was at the manor, simultaneously taking care of Nathaniel and working.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Previously, Miranda had been assigned several projects, and now she had managed to sessfully negotiate a few more. Today, as usual, Adrian handed over more projects to Miranda.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Those projects were all the result of Cecilia’s old acquaintances while abroad.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Boss,” Charlotte said over the phone, “when Miranda is close to sealing the deal, we’ll have the big shots pull out.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Right, it’s best to make them suffer some losses. Otherwise, Miranda will think I’m a pushover,” Cecilia said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Alright.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At that moment, Cecilia had no idea that the next day, Queenie woulde looking for her, making her</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">By the time she was done with work, it was already quitete.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia went to Nathaniel’s room as usual, but when she pushed the door open, there was no one in sight.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She immediately went out to ask the housekeeper, “Where’s Nathaniel?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The housekeeper voiced her confusion. “Isn’t he in the room?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Realizing the housekeeper was of no help, Cecilia began to search around by herself.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yet, throughout the night, she was unable to locate Nathaniel. The butler, upon learning of Nathaniel’s disappearance, immediately called Nichs.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Many people searched for Nathaniel but couldn’t find him.</font></font>
“How did this happen? Where on earth did he go?” Nichs’s face was filled with distress.
The butler stood before him, head bowed. “He stayed in the room all day, and there was no surveince footage of him ever leaving.”
Without any hesitation, Nichs knew that Nathaniel must have been taken away by someone.
Imust be either Mason or Zachary. Darn it, despite my precautions, I still wasn’t able to prevent it.
However, he had guessed wrong this time.
At that very moment, in the Faust residence hundreds of kilometers away, Darren was gently cradling a newborn, a child not even a month old, in one arm, while simultaneously posing questions to Nathaniel.
“Nathaniel, how are you feeling now?”
Nathaniel was seated on a medical device, slowly opening his eyes. His gaze focused on Darren. “I’m feeling much better now.”Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.
“Should we invite Zachary and the others over?” Darren asked again.
“No rush. My situation is quite unstable at the moment If you let Zachary and Mason know that I’m with you, it won’t be long before Nichses looking for me too.”
Nathaniel knew just what a maniac his younger brother could be.
In case something was amiss with his health, relying solely on Darren could potentially cost him his life.