When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 142 A Man Of His Word

With these thoughts in her mind, Nancy, encouraged by the crowd, took a seat beside Nathaniel.

Under the dim light, she couldn’t discern his expression. As the initial awkwardness and shyness faded, she prepared to peel some fruit for him to eat.

Nathaniel watched her actions intently, then bluntly asked, “If I don’t give you money, would you still be sitting here?”

Nancy stilled momentarily before responding. “Getting to sit beside you is already an honor for me. I don’t need money.”

Upon hearing these words, the man naturally thought of Cecilia.

After so many years of marriage, it was only after their divorce that he realized Cecilia had never once used a single penny from the Rainsworth family.

“Alright. Starting from now, you’ll be working here without any pay,” Nathaniel declared at a measured pace.

Though Elite Club was not technically his property, all it took was a single word from him, and the boss would immediately put it into action.

Surprise filled Nancy’s eyes. “You’re not joking with me, are you, Mr. Rainsworth?”

If she didn’t need money, why else would she want to work here?

Given her educational background, securing a job that paid ten thousand a month was no difficult task.

Still, why settle with ten grand a month when she could potentially make ten grand within a day?

she was young and beautiful, so she might just find herself a rich

do you think?” Nathaniel asked

were flabbergasted. “What’s wrong with

not respond; he

“Any objections?”

was so intense that the woman didn’t dare meet his eyes, and she shook her

just testing her, she didn’t pay his words. апу

was a man of his word. Thus, they also knew

they

at Elite

luck, bringing up the subject of the man’s ex–wife. “Is your former wife very

else suddenly

her, his expression unreadable. “How did you know?”

you were really unhappy,” Nancy

back in his chair, Nathaniel slightly lifted his brows.

reached the doorstep when she overheard the conversation between him

was left ajar, and she

still unaware that

was somehow always the topic

why don’t you go on in?” A faintly magnetic

beside her, his