Chapter 159: I Will Spend This Night With You

Once Stella finished speaking, she retrieved her phone and sent Sean their location.

Inside the mansion, Vivian retrieved a hidden camera. “Ceci, you always have a solution. You knew she wouldn't apologize publicly, so you recorded her apology.” She played the video. It clearly showed Stella apologizing for plagiarism and admitting to bribery.

“I know her well. She appears adaptable, but it’s all for her benefit. Unless necessary, she won't apologize publicly. I’ll post this online now.”

Vivian was excited, but Cecilia cautioned, “Don’t rush. It’s not the right time yet.” Stella was immensely popular; releasing the video now might only damage her reputation, while potentially inviting retaliation against Vivian.

“I’ll listen to you,” Vivian agreed.

As Cecilia considered their next move, her phone rang. It was Calvin. His voice, rich and magnetic, filled the phone, “Ceci, I’m boarding the plane; I’ll arrive in Tudela at eleven tonight.”

“All right.”

Eleven? Cecilia wasn't sure she could pick him up. Meanwhile, Calvin, gazing at the sky, held his phone tightly.

“Your birthday is tomorrow, isn’t it?”

Cecilia was surprised. She’d almost forgotten.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll spend this night with you,” Calvin said.

After a moment, Cecilia replied, “Okay. I’ll pick you up. I’m at a friend’s house.”

Calvin asked, “Won’t that disturb your friend?”

Cecilia glanced at Vivian, who was listening nearby and shook her head. “Not at all. Let him come over.” Vivian, having only seen Calvin from afar a few times, found him exceptionally handsome, almost satyr-like in his charm.

“She said it’s fine and invited you.”

“All right, then. I’ll hang up now. See you tonight.”

A subtle smile touched Calvin’s lips. As he settled into his private jet, the doctor examined his wounds. “Avoid strenuous activity. Take it easy in Tudela, or the wound could reopen and become infected,” he warned.

“Got it.”

Calvin gazed out at the clouds, clutching a small, exquisitely crafted box. He had never anticipated a meeting so eagerly.

After hanging up, Cecilia considered how to handle Nathaniel.

Vivian shrugged. “Just text him. You’re not his slave.”

“You’re right.” In the past, Nathaniel simply texted Cecilia without consulting her.

Cecilia composed a text: "I'm with my best friend. I won't be home tonight."

A cold look crossed Nathaniel’s face. His chilling aura silenced the executives in his conference room, causing them to fearfully reassess their work.

“Carry on!” Nathaniel announced, leaving the room.