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

Chapter 472 Yearning For Familial Bonds.

Cassandra, her half–sister from the same mother but a different father.

When Cecilia learned the answer, there was a moment of stunned silence.

Sven continued, “When I went to handle things yesterday, I learned from those people that their intention was to take you away and humiliate you.”

The stiff manner Sven said those last two words left no doubt about what he truly meant.

After hearing that, Cecilia clenched her hands.

“I got it.”

After ending the call, Cecilia couldn’t comprehend why Cassandra harbored such intense resentment toward her.

The only thing she had done to upset Cassandra was her involvement with Nicholas. However, she and Nicholas currently had no connection whatsoever.

Following that, Cecilia asked Charlotte to send her Cassandra’s phone number, as they had collaborated before.

Charlotte quickly sent over the number, then asked: Boss, are you planning to continue working with her? She reached out to me a few days ago and said she wanted to purchase more of your compositions. I haven’t had the chance to ask you yet.

Cecilia typed back: No, I have personal matters to attend to.

“Charlotte: Oh…

remember something and sent another message: By the way, Boss, I noticed that someone has recently been secretly investigating the vacant studio we

studio was the front given to

knew that someone from Tudela was definitely conducting

them, just focus on

Charlotte: Okay.

to cause trouble, she would surely give them a taste

was actually the international women’s kickhoving

were investigating the shell company. She originally registered that studio to keep her work hidden from Nathaniel, but

with Charlotte, Cecilia dialed Cassandra’s number, intending to have

performance. As she was removing her makeup backstage, she heard her phone ring and casually picked it

“It’s me, Cecilia.”

Cassandra’s breath hitched.

exactly a masterstroke. A simple

“What do you want?”

was

time

a message with a

the message, a faint twitch tugged at the corner of Cassandra’s

because the next message she sent was evidence

if that wasn’t enough to send Cassandra

not one to stir up trouble voluntarily,

voluntarily, but she wasn’t afraid