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 to the maid. “Put this in the treasure vault,” he ordered, not bothering to

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

was stationed just outside the

been informed by the housekeeper. He took his time, then finally turned his gaze toward his sister. As he approached, a hint of mockery flickered in his

Nathaniel for that

Cecilia’s divorce from Nathaniel had become so notorious that it seemed like everyone in the

Cecilia

could she have the audacity to dismiss the Rainsworth family as if they were

were cold

of resolve in his sister once before–the last time she

couldn’t help but scoff,

the will their

will Dad drafted behind yours

as he read the will, his eyes widened

to transfer all his

signature but also an official seal and thumbprint, proving its

will to shreds. “How could this

If you enjoy tearing things up, I can print more for you.” She pulled out several more copies of the will and threw them in front of

streak, which had been evident since childhood, took