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

Chapter 339 Showing Him The Will

A maid soon opened the door to the mansion. When she saw Cecilia’s plain clothes, a flicker of disdain crossed her face.

“Are you Ms. Smith?”

“Yes. I’m looking for Paula and Magnus.”

The maid led them inside and, as they made their way to the living room, she informed Cecilia, “Mdm. Paula is out for tea, but Mr. Magnus is at home.”

Mdm. Paula…

Mr. Magnus…

It seemed that over the years, Paula and Magnus had been doing quite well.

In the living room, Magnus sat waiting, dressed in an expensive, tailored suit. A Patek Philippe watch worth a million adorned his wrist, and his cufflinks alone were worth hundreds of thousands.

As Cecilia entered, he was holding a renowned world–famous painting, admiring its beauty.

It was clear Magnus didn’t grasp the subtleties of the painting. He casually asked the person who delivered it, “How much is this painting worth?”

The man, eager to please, replied, “Our boss spent a hundred million on it.”

“One hundred million. Sure, I’ll take it. Let your boss know I’ll handle the backlog of goods he’s got on his hands.”

“All right.”

receiving the answer, the person who delivered the painting quickly made

an air of superiority, casually tossed the painting to the maid. “Put

realized the significance of everything she saw in Magnus, understanding the importance of the will

stationed just outside the

his time, then finally turned his gaze toward his sister. As he approached,

not considering divorcing Nathaniel for

Cecilia’s divorce from Nathaniel had become so notorious that it seemed like everyone in the world knew about it, and naturally,

Cecilia as

have the audacity to dismiss the

Cecilia didn’t respond, her eyes were

in his sister once before–the last time she had tried to take her

help but scoff, “Why should

the will their father had

drafted behind

Magnus was taken aback, but as he read the will, his eyes widened

to transfer all his businesses

will had not only their father’s signature but also an

will to shreds. “How could this be? How could our father leave everything to you, a

a photocopy. If you enjoy tearing things up, I can print more for you.”

course, Magnus didn’t waste time tearing up the will further. His rebellious streak, which had been evident since childhood, took