Chapter 2044

Cecilia heard the news and, startled, went in search of Nathaniel. "How did you persuade Nicholas to agree?"

She remembered how every past attempt had met an unmovable wall.

Nathaniel did not mention the way he had bowed his head and begged Nicholas.

"Maybe his conscience woke up," he said lightly. "I only told him how well Meredith treats Dahlia."

Cecilia heaved a sigh. "Let's hope he truly turns over a new leaf."

"Mm." Nathaniel nodded once.

He spoke the hope, yet worry gnawed at him. Nicholas was not a man who shifted easily. Surrounded by shadows and no friends, he had built walls Nathaniel feared might never fall.

Inside Nicholas' private villa, his phone vibrated on and off, rattling against the desk.

He had ignored every call for days, refusing even to glance at the screen.

The name flashing now belonged to Jocelyn-and the device would not stop trembling.

Jocelyn's thumb hovered over the call icon, the bright screen reflecting in her anxious eyes. She had tried more than once, yet every attempt ended in the same blank silence—no answer, just the cold pulse of dial tones.

no one answering?" she murmured,

the company, Jocelyn had not contacted

alarming news: Nicholas had vanished-phones dead, emails unanswered-and with him the momentum of countless projects stalled, abandoned like half-built

against the glass, but the result never changed: voicemail, silence, an ache

knit in confusion, watching her futile pattern of dialing and waiting. "What's going on with Nicholas? Has he decided he no longer cares about

Jocelyn admitted, the words escaping on a

unmistakably in Jocelyn's eyes-a storm cloud passing

chewing at her bottom lip. "Yannick, I want to

stubbornly clear

were abroad, Jocelyn had been the one to look after Nicholas, but Nicholas had paid her generously, funds that kept her family warm and

recovery, the goodwill hadn't stopped; he guided her through the labyrinth of corporate life, teaching her skiff's that turned a

the mentor who had seen a future in her before

of unease slipping across

carried for Nicholas, telling himself that time would

go with you," Yannick said,

breathed, relief threading

into a light trench coat, and headed toward

and fell into step beside her, determined to help trace the faint breadcrumb trail Nicholas

of the company and the villa

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