<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1295 Nathaniel To The Rescue</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Ralph started making calls. “Forget about principles, and don’t waste time talking. Go after Cecilia! Aim for her stomach if possible! Make sure it’s unexpected; got it?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He dangled a hefty reward. “A million for each of you if you get rid of the child in her womb.”</font></font>All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A million was a fortune for most of these people.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The leader didn’t hesitate, immediately agreeing to Ralph’s sinister n. He ryed the orders to the others through his earpiece, and the group fixated on their prize, convincing themselves it wasn’t murder, thinking they wouldn’t face any real consequences.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">All eyes turned to Cecilia.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“We’ll fight you to the end, you ruthless boss!” one man shouted, rushing forward. Encouraged by the first attack, more followed, pushing toward her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte stepped in front of Cecilia, shielding her as best as she could. Lucille and Madeline quickly formed a protective barrier around her, while the security guards scrambled to hold back the mob.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But these people were relentless and fearless, ready to do anything to earn their payday.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Suddenly, people brandishing clubs appeared from the crowd, Ralph’s backup n in case his initial strategy failed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“D*mn it!” Cecilia’s face tightened with worry. She gently cradled her pregnant belly, her eyes betraying her anxiety.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Charlotte’s heart raced. They were outnumbered, and thepany had a shortage of security staff. She couldn’t figure out why so many people had appeared all at once.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">What are we going to do?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Boss, you need to hide right now!” Charlotte urgently eximed. “We have to keep you safe!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In a nearby car, Ralph and Cassandra watched the chaos unfold. Ralph smirked, satisfaction evident on his face. “I told you we didn’te here for nothing.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra, practically giddy, praised him, “Dad, you really are a genius.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But before they could relish their victory, a knock on their car window interrupted them.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Who’s there?” Cassandra asked impatiently, but her tone shifted to fear as she realized they were surrounded by a group of burly bodyguards.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mason stepped forward, his voice cold and stern. “Are youing out, or should I help yo hat?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His tone left no room for negotiation.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra clutched Ralph’s arm, panic setting in. “Dad, what are we going to do?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Ralph, for the first time, was speechless, his body frozen with fear. They didn’t even have a chance to think</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Macon ordered his men to smash the car windows.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Back at the scene with Cecilia, Nathaniel’s men had quickly subdued the troublemakers. No one on Cecilia’s side had been hurt.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Hand them over to the police,” Nathanielmanded his tone icy and final.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes, sir.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The beaten and bruised troublemakers were</font></font>
unded up and taken away, barely recognizable. Nathaniel then turned his attention to the reporters still present. His gaze was so piercing that it sent shivers down their spines.
“I know all of your outlets,” he warned. “If you publish anything false, be prepared to shut down.”
The reporters, fully aware of who Nathaniel was, nodded quickly, promising to report the truth. No amount of money was worth risking their jobs over.
Once the reporters dispersed, Nathaniel turned to Cecilia. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softening as he approached her.
Cecilia nodded. “I’m fine, but how did you get here?”