Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 65: Addicted to Being a Stand-in

She was afraid of seeing certain key information, and just as afraid that the bodyguards would see it. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Fortunately, the bodyguards were well-trained and didn’t pay too much attention to the details.

Watching the phone get unlinked, Sharon Quincy breathed a sigh of relief.

All of this information was sent to her, not to Linden Nathan.

As long as Linden Nathan didn’t find out, she would be fine.

Just then, her phone suddenly rang, making Sharon Quincy jump.

The caller ID showed it was Linden Nathan.

Sharon Quincy answered the call with a trembling hand.

"Hello, Mr. Nathan..."

"How did it go? Have you seen Selina?" Linden Nathan’s voice was probing and tentative.

"No... Mr. Nathan, you said someone would approach me to confirm her identity, but no one did. Is it possible something went wrong?" Sharon Quincy paused. "Do you think Selina could still be angry with you?"

Linden Nathan was silent for a long moment.

"I didn’t allow her to leave the Nathan family because I didn’t want her to have to fend for herself out there. The outside world is dangerous. I kept her locked up for a few years; it’s only right that she hates me."

’It wasn’t just hate. In the end, it had become fear.’

’Fortunately, my daughter met that young man later on, and he helped Selina heal so much.’

’A pity...’

"Perhaps Selina still doesn’t want to come back. In that case, we shouldn’t force it. Until she decides to return, you will continue to attend events for her in this capacity."

Linden Nathan’s voice was tinged with sadness.

’His Selina hadn’t appeared before him in a very long time.’

But now, as time went on, someone from the Nathan family had to appear in public.

Sharon Quincy was obedient, ambitious, and perceptive. Of all the people he sponsored, she was the very definition of adaptable.

When Sharon Quincy learned what he needed, she had volunteered to be Selina’s stand-in.

Linden Nathan hadn’t refused.

After all, if his daughter’s identity were exposed, it would invite danger.

"If you need anything, just tell Butler Shaw."

Sharon Quincy’s eyes lit up.

Butler Shaw was the Nathan family’s butler and Linden Nathan’s assistant.

"I can ask for anything?" Sharon Quincy asked cautiously.

In the past, it was always Butler Shaw who had given her money for school expenses, so she was quite familiar with him.

"Of course, anything. I’ve already spoken with Butler Shaw. For the time being, both money and the Nathan family’s connections are at your disposal."

Hearing this, Sharon Quincy’s heart began to hammer in her chest.

’Money and connections, all at my disposal?’

’I was worried that after tonight’s banquet, I wouldn’t be able to appear in public again. I never expected Linden Nathan would actually let me continue as Selina Nathan’s stand-in.’

’I used to know that Selina Nathan and I were worlds apart. I never imagined I’d get to be the young lady of the Nathan family, even just for a day.’

Thinking of all the people at the banquet who had tried so hard to curry favor with her, Sharon Quincy’s lips curved into a small smile.

’Once they learned her identity, almost everyone at the banquet had been trying to find a way to get close to her.’

’Some of the most promising young men in Korsyth were also scheming for ways to make a good impression on her.’

’To be honest, she was falling in love with this feeling.’

’Being the young lady of the Nathan family was truly an intoxicating kind of happiness.’

"If Selina contacts you, remember to persuade her... ask her to come home and see me..."

Linden Nathan’s voice was heavy with a sigh.

Sharon Quincy dutifully comforted him. "Mr. Nathan, please don’t be sad. If I see Miss Selina, I will definitely do my best to persuade her. Rest assured, as soon as my work here is done, I’ll come back to see you immediately."

"You’re so sensible..." Linden Nathan’s spirits lifted at her words. "Of all the people I’ve sponsored, you’re the most considerate. I can rest easy leaving this matter to you."

"Don’t you worry, Mr. Nathan. I will be sure to handle the task you’ve given me."

After hanging up, Sharon Quincy immediately sent a message to Butler Shaw: "Butler Shaw, I need you to arrange for more bodyguards. I want to... teach someone a lesson."

The Nathan family’s bodyguards were all masters of unique skills. The ones she brought with her today, for example, were expert hackers.

’To get more information, I’ll need more help.’

’Especially that Cecilia Nathan...’

’At the banquet today, only Cecilia Nathan had looked at her with such disdain and suspicion.’

That look made her deeply uncomfortable.

’She was the type to seek revenge for the smallest slight. Since Cecilia Nathan had treated her that way, she had to teach her a lesson in return.’

’She would make Cecilia Nathan understand the consequences of crossing her.’

「Meanwhile」 Cecilia Nathan was still at the banquet, waiting for Damian Hawthorne’s maternal grandfather to appear.

Damian Hawthorne’s grandfather had always been kind to her. This time, she just wanted to give him his birthday gift and then leave.

Cecilia Nathan sat on a sofa, took a small sip from the glass of red wine in her hand.

The alcohol made her pleasantly warm, and Cecilia Nathan narrowed her eyes slightly.

Just then, a shadow fell over her.

"Miss Cecilia Nathan." A man with a rather sinister air sat down beside her.

The man wore a pink suit, his hair slicked back and unpleasantly shiny with grease.

His appraising gaze was fixed on Cecilia Nathan, not wavering for a moment.

Cecilia Nathan felt uncomfortable and shifted away from him.

The man sneered. "What’s with the act? It’s just money you’re after, isn’t it?"

Cecilia Nathan frowned, her lips pressed into a thin line, and remained silent.

"You chased Damian Hawthorne for so long and never got him, then you were with Hugo Grant not long after. I thought you were so devoted, but it turns out you’re just another woman after money."

The man’s words were filled with sarcasm and insults directed at Cecilia Nathan.

Cecilia Nathan set down her wine glass, not planning to engage with him. Just then, the man reached out to grab her, but Cecilia reacted instantly and shook his hand off.

The man’s hand grasped at empty air.

"Sir, I suggest you show some self-respect." Cecilia Nathan’s voice was cold.

’There were all sorts of people at these banquets, but in the past, she had always been trailing after Damian Hawthorne, so few men had dared to approach her.’

’But now, free from the "Damian Hawthorne’s lapdog" halo, she hadn’t expected this kind of trash would be waiting for her.’

Having failed to grab Cecilia Nathan, the man grew angry from the humiliation. "Do you have any idea who I am? I’m Damian Hawthorne’s cousin! We’re related."

"Without Damian Hawthorne to protect you, if you get on my bad side... believe it or not, I can make it impossible for you to get by in Korsyth."

Korsyth was a bustling international metropolis; after Aethelgard, it was the most prosperous city in the country.

All of Korsyth was dominated by an intricate, tightly-woven network of business and political powers.

Cecilia Nathan knew he wasn’t lying.

’Now that she was no longer Damian Hawthorne’s lapdog, anyone with power and influence could make it impossible for her to survive in Korsyth.’

’She had to admit it—the oppression of social class was just that blatant.’

’The saying "money makes the world go ’round" wasn’t an exaggeration, but a fact.’

"Who did you say you were going to run out of Korsyth?"

Suddenly, a mocking voice cut in.

Damian Hawthorne approached them, one hand in his pocket, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Seeing Damian Hawthorne, the man immediately put on a sycophantic smile. "Cousin."

"Who are you?" Damian Hawthorne didn’t give him an ounce of respect. "I wasn’t aware I had a cousin."

"My mother’s older sister’s younger sister is your mother’s younger sister’s older sister," the man said, perfectly composed. "I’m older than you, so that makes me your cousin."

"Pfft." Damian Hawthorne’s lips curled into a mocking sneer. "Shameless."

The man’s face paled slightly, but he quickly schooled his expression and asked with a smile, "By the way, you and Miss Cecilia Nathan aren’t together anymore, are you?"

Damian Hawthorne’s eyes darkened. He threw a quick glance at Cecilia Nathan but said nothing.

Silence meant tacit agreement.

The man asked excitedly, "Since you two have nothing to do with each other, then I can keep Cecilia as my mistress, right?"

"What did you say?" Damian Hawthorne’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I said, since you two have broken up now, does that mean I can keep her?"