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…

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 the

Cecilia instantly knew that someone from Tudela was

replied: Don’t worry about them, just

Charlotte: Okay.

dared to cause trouble, she would surely give them a taste of their own

actually the international women’s kickhoving champion. Most

longer cared if those people were investigating the shell company. She originally registered that studio to keep her work hidden from Nathaniel, but now that he had lost his

dialed Cassandra’s

she was removing her makeup backstage, she heard her phone ring and casually

“It’s me, Cecilia.”

Cassandra’s breath hitched.

by hiring someone wasn’t exactly a masterstroke.

“What do you want?”

was somewhat

find a time to

message

the message, a faint twitch tugged at the corner of Cassandra’s mouth in annoyance. “Who does this b*tch

next message she sent was

that wasn’t enough to send Cassandra to jail, it

not one to stir up trouble voluntarily,

she wasn’t