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.”

person who delivered the painting

of superiority, casually tossed the painting to the maid. “Put this in the treasure vault,” he ordered, not bothering to acknowledge

saw in Magnus, understanding the importance of the will she

stationed just outside the living

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

divorcing Nathaniel for that

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

Paula, he saw Cecilia as utterly foolish,

have the audacity to dismiss the

didn’t respond, her eyes were

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

but scoff, “Why

the will their father

Dad drafted behind

he

made plans to transfer all his

their father’s signature but also an official seal and

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

can print more for you.”

tearing up the will further. His rebellious streak, which had been evident since