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.”

the answer, the person who delivered the painting quickly made

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

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

just outside the

He took his time, then finally turned his gaze toward his sister. As he approached, a hint of

divorcing Nathaniel for that man,

Nathaniel had become so notorious that it seemed

Paula, he saw Cecilia as utterly

have the audacity to dismiss the Rainsworth family

respond, her eyes were cold and indifferent.

had seen this kind of resolve in his sister once before–the last time she had tried to take her

help but scoff,

silently handed Magnus the will their father had

drafted

was taken aback, but as he

father had actually made plans to transfer all

father’s signature but also an official seal and

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

I can print more for you.” She pulled out several more

waste time tearing up the will further. His rebellious streak, which had been evident since childhood, took over as