Chapter 367: Be Content

It would be dangerous if they were too handsome.

Nathaniel's thoughts drifted toward Calvin. He turned to Mason, asking, "Is Calvin still alive?"

"He was seriously injured but rescued by his subordinates. He's receiving treatment abroad," Mason replied.

Nathaniel furrowed his brow. He hadn't died. He truly possessed a strong will to live.

Cecilia's new song soared to fifth place on the trending list. Numerous collaborators sought to work with her, especially for her songwriting.

Charlotte, while responding to business partners, called Cecilia. "Boss, Cassandra loves the song and wants exclusive rights."

Cecilia recalled Cassandra's recent dance video. Her ballet perfectly suited the song.

"I'll need to think it over," Cecilia said.

"Okay. That mysterious big shot wants to meet you to discuss the partnership," Charlotte added.

That mysterious big shot was persistent. Having witnessed Simon's past actions, Cecilia refused to meet him.

"I won't go," she declared.

"But he promised you wouldn't regret it and offered to invest in our company," Charlotte argued.

"Nothing is free. Lottie, let's focus on our work," Cecilia replied firmly.

"All right, Boss."

Charlotte was curious about the big shot's insistence, especially given the offered ten-billion investment. Clearly, this was no minor player. But Cecilia's refusal ended the conversation.

However, the other party was extraordinary, even purchasing the copyrights to Cecilia's previous songs.

Upon returning to the mansion, Cassandra received a message from Cecilia's company: exclusive copyright wasn't feasible. Her brows furrowed. "I must have exclusive rights."

Paula approached. "Cassandra, what's wrong?"

Cassandra showed her the phone. "I wanted this song, but they won't grant exclusive rights."

Paula glanced at the phone. She murmured, "Ms. Cecille…"

"Yes, a famous composer from abroad," Cassandra confirmed.

"Could we strike a deal if we find her?" Paula asked.

Cassandra shook her head. "No one's seen Ms. Cecille's face."

A faint smile touched Paula's lips. "Leave this to me." As a former renowned international dancer, she had contacts. A little investigation should suffice.

Overjoyed, Cassandra embraced her mother. "Mom, you're the best!"

Paula's face radiated kindness.

Magnus descended the stairs to a jarring scene. "Mom, Cassandra," he called.

Cassandra grunted disdainfully and retreated to her room. Magnus felt a discomfort he couldn't show.

Noticing his healed wounds, Paula asked, "Do you need something?"

"Mom, when will I get the money Dad promised?" Magnus asked.

He certainly didn't want to live in someone else's home. The Evans residence had never felt like his.

Paula's expression shifted. She sipped her coffee. "Magnus, be content. Business isn't your forte."

Magnus understood. Ralph and Paula had deceived him. He was powerless, insignificant, no match for Ralph. Even Cassandra disdained him. Cecilia wouldn't dare treat him this way.

His thoughts turned to Nathaniel. An idea formed: if Ralph refused, he could ask his brother-in-law for money.