Chapter 562 International Superstar

After some thought, Elliot approached Nathaniel and said, “It’s simple. Take me to your new company.”

Nathaniel was surprised. “What are you planning to do at my company?”

“I just want to see how big it is.” Elliot mused that his mother might actually accept Nathaniel. To reconcile with Nathaniel, he needed to reassess Nathaniel's capabilities. If Nathaniel wasn't suitable, he wouldn't allow his mother to be with him.

“Alright, I’ll take you there tomorrow. Now, tell me,” Nathaniel said, unaware of Elliot's intentions.

Elliot revealed, “The person with Mommy today is Eric Palmer. He was an ordinary singer when my mom helped him abroad. Now, he’s an international superstar.”

“An international superstar? Eric Palmer?” Nathaniel found the name vaguely familiar; Mason had mentioned him, though he rarely remembered celebrities' names.

“Mr. Rainsworth, he’s incredibly handsome. My mommy said he’s of mixed race. That means his parents are from different countries. Television says such children are very good-looking.”

Nathaniel chuckled. “Don’t believe everything you hear on TV. Do you know what a mule is?”

Elliot looked puzzled. “Isn’t it a small animal?”

“Mules are offspring of horses and donkeys. They’re larger than donkeys and more docile than horses, but they have a significant drawback.”

“What?”

“They’re infertile.”

Elliot, sharper than he seemed, understood Nathaniel’s implication regarding Eric’s inability to have children.

When Nathaniel left, he turned back. “Who do you find more handsome, me or Eric?”

Elliot hesitated. “Mr. Rainsworth, you both have unique charm. However, he’s younger. Mommy said he’s two or three years younger than her. Granny Martha said a woman three years older is like a gem. Ms. Kennedy likes younger men, and she was probably referring to Mr. Eric.”

Nathaniel, usually confident in his appearance, felt his age keenly. He was in his early thirties. How could he compare to someone in their twenties? Especially now, being blind, he couldn't judge their relative attractiveness.

That night, Nathaniel slept with Cecilia. Even locking the door was futile; he always found a way in. She didn’t stop him. He held her hand tightly. “Would you consider composing your songs at my office?”

“Why?”

“Don’t you think there’s a certain ambiance working in the office?”

“No, I’d rather stay home with Eli. If anything happens, I’ll know immediately,” Cecilia refused.

Nathaniel couldn’t convince her to work at the office. “Did your friend arrange to meet you again?”

Cecilia didn’t hide it. “I composed a song for him. We need to discuss it.”

Nathaniel hadn’t anticipated their collaboration. “I’ll buy all your compositions,” he offered, hoping to alleviate her concerns. “I plan on bringing over all the artists from Central Media. You can focus solely on composing.”

Cecilia rejected his offer outright.