Chapter 568: Seeking Queenie Out

After Magnus exited the car, Jocelyn, Nicholas’s assistant, voiced her confusion. “Mr. Nicholas,” she said, “I’ve investigated this man. He possesses no business acumen whatsoever. Under his management, Smith Corporation suffered significant losses for three years. The situation only improved after Mr. Nathaniel acquired it. Furthermore, he even transferred the Smith family lands to others. It was incredibly foolish.”

Jocelyn considered Magnus the epitome of a spoiled, privileged child, incapable of accomplishing anything beyond his desire to be a boss. She believed his family’s wealth could easily be squandered, regardless of its magnitude.

Leaning back in his chair, Nicholas murmured, “I don’t need him to make money for me.”

This only deepened Jocelyn’s confusion. However, she understood Nicholas’s temperament; serving him required action and minimal commentary.

“Mr. Nicholas,” Jocelyn said, “Imminence Corporation has recently poached all the artists under our banner.”

“Have you identified those behind the company?” Nicholas asked.

Jocelyn shook her head. “No. It’s registered abroad. I’ve also discovered that Imminence Corporation has similarly targeted other companies, taking most of their projects.”

Nicholas rubbed his temples, clearly exhausted. Jocelyn recognized the pressure he faced. He had recently taken over Orion Corporation, and crucial projects, now even artists, were departing.

“Mr. Nicholas,” Jocelyn suggested, “if the Jamieson family were willing to collaborate again, those shareholders wouldn't dare oppose you.”

“I understand,” Nicholas replied, immediately dialing Cassandra’s number.

Cassandra, having just left the stage, saw Nicholas’s call and answered with excitement.

“Let’s have dinner tonight,” Nicholas said.

“Okay,” Cassandra replied, her face alight with joy after hanging up. Thanks to Queenie, this was the first time Nicholas had personally sought Cassandra out.

Meanwhile, at the theater, after watching her daughter’s performance and listening to the music accompanying Cassandra’s dance, Queenie was deeply moved.

“This song is lovely,” she commented to Cassandra’s assistant.

The assistant smiled. “The young lady worked tirelessly to secure the copyright from the renowned foreign composer, Ms. Cecille.” She added regretfully, “It was extremely difficult. We even attempted to purchase the rights, but she refused.”

Hearing this, Queenie considered Cassandra’s upcoming birthday and decided to help. At that moment, Cassandra emerged from backstage.

“Mom,” Cassandra said.

Queenie embraced her daughter. “Thank you, Mom, but I can't keep you company today. Nicholas has invited me to dinner.”

“All right,” Queenie replied, though inexplicably disheartened.

She left the theater alone, without her assistant or bodyguard. Walking through the snow, she was stopped by a voice.

“Madam Queenie.”

Startled, Queenie turned to see Cecilia standing beside a car. Cecilia, having used Sven to locate Queenie, sought a confrontation. After all, Queenie had harmed Jonathan.

Queenie narrowed her eyes, observing Cecilia approach. Noticing the injury on Cecilia’s face, she feigned ignorance. “Ms. Smith, what happened to you?”

Cecilia was blunt. “Don't I have you to thank for this injury, Madam Queenie?”

Queenie remained calm. “Knowing what you know, you still dare to seek me out?”

Cecilia showed no intimidation. Like a mother protecting her child, she would do anything.

Suddenly, Queenie felt a dagger pressed against her abdomen.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Queenie exclaimed, incredulous.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Cecilia retorted, her grip tightening, tearing through Queenie’s clothing.

“My bodyguard is nearby,” Queenie stated calmly. “If I die here, don't think you can escape.”