Chapter 175: Protect You

Having finished speaking, Cecilia grabbed her bag and left Nathaniel in stunned silence. As she departed, he pondered her words, lost in thought for a long time. That's Cecilia? My wife, who used to tolerate others? Yet, he felt no anger. Instead, he regarded her with newfound respect, realizing he’d underestimated her.

Mason knocked and entered. "Mr. Rainsworth."

Nathaniel looked stern. "What is it?"

"Central Media's stock is dropping because of the Stella incident. Should we intervene, or let them handle it?"

Nathaniel had declared he wouldn't involve himself further with Stella. Therefore, Mason hesitated to decide.

Nathaniel pinched the bridge of his nose. "I need you to investigate a music composer from Erihal, Ms. Cecille."

Assuming this concerned Stella, Mason agreed. "All right."

Having already obtained information about Cecilia through other means, Mason made an international call. Two hours later: "Ms. Cecille is renowned overseas; she composes for many famous singers. Our people also discovered she's Ms. Smith."

"Cecilia?"

Mason nodded. He'd uncovered information Stella couldn't. Nathaniel was surprised.

Nathaniel sternly instructed, "Don't tell anyone about this."

"Yes, Mr. Rainsworth."

Before leaving, Mason asked, "What about the Central Media matter?"

"Handle it," Nathaniel replied tersely. He could absorb the losses. Mason understood; Nathaniel avoided unprofitable ventures. "But this could damage our reputation."

Reviewing documents, Nathaniel said, "Stella's actions are her responsibility. If she wants to be a star, she should handle the consequences." He prioritized preserving something crucial. He'd done enough for Stella. She remained unsatisfied, even wanting to marry him.

He finished the documents, rose, and left for Daltonia Villa.

Cecilia entered a car and headed home. Soon, she sensed she was being followed, but saw no one when she looked. Sven had returned home, and Nathaniel's bodyguard wasn't constantly with her. Cecilia dismissed it as overthinking. Unbeknownst to her, a man in a baseball cap, driving a taxi, closely observed her.

He patiently waited for the right moment to approach her. He'd texted Stella: "Stella, I vowed to protect you, and I will handle any threats."

Stella, mid-beauty routine, saw the text and a photo of a Bentley. Her eyes narrowed. She replied: "If you can do it, I'll return to Lushtopia with you."