Chapter 364: When Did You Arrive

The Ms. Smith the secretary mentioned was Cecilia.

“Cecilia?” Elena looked at her secretary, her mind racing with possibilities, but she never imagined Jonathan’s father was Cecilia’s relative.

“Could Jon’s father be related to Cecilia?” she asked.

The secretary thought it possible. “Cecilia’s mother and younger brother recently returned to Tudela.”

Elena’s expression froze at the mention of Paula’s return. “They wouldn’t be trying to leech off the Rainsworths again, would they?”

The secretary explained that Paula had married a wealthy overseas businessman, an Evans, and was now financially secure.

Elena’s opinion of Paula remained unchanged; she saw her as a woman dependent on men. The conversation drifted, and Elena forgot about Jonathan.

“By the way, how is Nathaniel?”

“Mr. Nathaniel rarely leaves the house. He stays indoors.” The secretary felt sympathy for the fallen Nathaniel.

Elena sighed. “It’s all because he didn’t listen to me. If he’d had a child sooner, I wouldn’t have left him in that remote place.” She also feared Nathaniel exposing Nicholas’s false identity, which would jeopardize her position in the Rainsworth family.

“Tomorrow is Blue Christmas, right? Any new company plans?”

The secretary provided Elena with the latest event plans. “Madam Elena, the renowned foreign composer, Ms. Cecille, recently released a trending song. Acquiring it would significantly boost Central Media’s artists, for dramas or singers.” Central Media’s reputation had suffered after the Stella incident.

“Sure.”

The next morning, Cecilia dropped Jonathan off at preschool before returning to Sparaville, exhausted from her travels. Charlotte greeted her with good news. “Boss, Orion Corporation wants your song—”

“Orion Corporation? Not Central Media?” Central Media was a small subsidiary of Orion Corporation.

“Yes, Orion Corporation. I’ve got the contact information. Remember that mysterious big spender who offered a fortune? He won’t buy outright. Also, Cassandra has returned. If you want to collaborate with the Evans family, I can arrange a meeting.”

Charlotte had meticulously planned Cecilia’s schedule: Orion Corporation, the mysterious investor, then Cassandra. The financial disparity was obvious.

“Don’t worry, we have two days until Christmas.” Cecilia paused. “Lottie, should we change our approach?”

“What approach?” Charlotte asked, confused.

“I’m thinking of releasing my own music. What do you think?” Cecilia had the eight billion Nathaniel refused.

“Great idea! We used to do it all for the money.”

“Right, release it first. If they want copyright cooperation later, we can discuss it then.”

“All right.”

After hanging up, Cecilia sank onto the couch, closing her eyes. A hand lifted her. She opened her eyes to see Nathaniel’s face.

“Go to your room. You’ll catch a cold sleeping here.”

Nathaniel was annoyed. He’d been there for a while, heard her conversation, yet she hadn’t noticed his arrival. She still doesn’t care much about me, he thought.

“I just got here,” he lied.

“Oh.” Cecilia brushed his hand away. “I’ll rest here. Don’t worry.”

Nathaniel pulled her into his embrace. They hadn’t seen each other in two days.