Chapter 484: Stay Away From Nicholas

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the Four Seasons Hotel in Tudela, a sophisticated woman stood gazing at the city. A lit cigarette smoldered in her fingers, the smoke drifting lazily into the air. Her expression was unreadable.

Thud, thud, thud! A knock echoed.

“Come in,” she said, extinguishing her cigarette.

Cassandra cautiously entered. “Mom.”

Queenie turned, her sharp gaze softening. “Come here.”

Cassandra approached. Queenie adjusted her blouse. “How have you been?”

Cassandra had been abroad, managing projects. News of Paula's involvement in a murder had brought her home to check on Cassandra.

Cassandra, feigning innocence, replied, “Mom, I’m not doing well at all.”

Queenie’s eyes narrowed. “Has someone made your life miserable? Nicholas?” She clenched her fist. Did the Rainsworths think their power allowed them to bully the Jamiesons?

Cassandra shook her head. “It’s not him. Nicholas treats me well.”

“Who else?”

“Cecilia Smith. Nathaniel’s wife, my future sister-in-law,” Cassandra said.

Queenie scoffed. “Cecilia? That deaf woman? How dare she bully my daughter?”

Queenie, Cassandra’s adoptive mother since childhood, had always been fiercely protective. No one had ever dared to bully her daughter.

Cassandra lamented, “Mom, you wouldn’t believe it. She’s so manipulative. She was secretly trying to seduce Nicholas. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself.”

Fury surged through Queenie. “The women I loathe most are those who steal other women’s men!” She patted Cassandra’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll stand up for you.”

Cassandra nodded. She knew Queenie was resourceful and unlike Paula.

“Cheer up,” Queenie said, offering reassurance. “My daughter is no weakling.” She then called someone to investigate Cecilia.

“All right, Mom.”

That afternoon, a Lamborghini arrived at Daltonia Villa. Cecilia, composing music, answered a call. Two icy words pierced the silence: “Come out.”

Confused, she stepped outside to find an unfamiliar car. The window rolled down, revealing Queenie’s stern face. Cecilia, remembering her from the engagement party, greeted her.

Queenie, somewhat surprised Cecilia remembered her, pulled out a check. “Fill in the amount yourself, and don’t interact with Nicholas again. If I do, don’t blame me if things get ugly.” Unlike Paula and Elena, Queenie was a woman of action.

Cecilia refused the check. “I thought Madame Queenie valued right and wrong. Nicholas is my husband’s brother. How could I avoid him?”

A mocking gleam flashed in Queenie’s eyes. No one had ever dared to defy her like this.

Queenie remained silent. The driver seemingly took this as a cue to reverse the car and…