Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 83: It’s Him

Miles Sinclair’s words were dripping with sarcasm.

Dylan Rhodes’s vision went dark. His mind raced, and just before Damian Hawthorne’s expression could turn thunderous, he quickly said, "Mr. Hawthorne, Hugo’s brain must have gotten waterlogged from a recent injury. Please don’t take anything he says seriously."

He was all smiles and bows on the outside, but inside, he was breaking out in a cold sweat for his friend.

’Even if you can’t stand Damian Hawthorne, you can’t just say it to his face!’

For people like them in the entertainment industry, offending a single powerful figure could get them blacklisted.

What Miles Sinclair had just said was dangerously disrespectful.

"You’re not wrong. And those women you’re talking about? That includes Cecilia Nathan."

Damian Hawthorne’s lips curled into a lazy, roguish smile. "But Cecilia is an exception. Everyone knows she was the one who pursued me first."

Everyone knew that Cecilia had chased after him.

Even though he was speaking the truth, his words struck a nerve with Miles Sinclair.

Miles clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead bulging. "Then you should have cherished her!"

Before he could explode, Dylan Rhodes threw his arms around Miles Sinclair. "Hugo, calm down! Calm down! Look where we are, think about who we are! I don’t want to lose my career when I’m still so young!"

Dylan Rhodes didn’t care where they were anymore. He lowered his voice, but couldn’t stop the strained hiss from escaping.

’Who knew his normally aloof, workaholic teammate was so hopelessly romantic?’

Damian Hawthorne’s words were clearly meant to provoke him.

If Miles Sinclair caused a scene with Damian Hawthorne here, he’d be falling right into his trap.

Hearing Dylan Rhodes’s voice, Miles Sinclair gradually calmed down.

He shot Damian Hawthorne a cold glance and walked away without looking back.

Just then, a shriek rang out. "Miles Sinclair!"

A woman in a long black dress excitedly walked up to Miles Sinclair and took off her sunglasses.

The woman was beautiful, her glamorous makeup making her look even more stunning and vibrant.

"Miles Sinclair, I finally get to meet you."

The jewelry she wore was magnificent, and her gown was clearly haute couture.

Dylan Rhodes could immediately tell the woman was a wealthy heiress.

He grinned and greeted her, "Hey there, beautiful."

The woman glanced at him, gave a perfunctory smile, then walked over to Miles Sinclair. "I know you have a major endorsement today for ’D’ brand jewelry. If you agree to have dinner with me tonight, how about I buy out their entire collection?"

Hearing this, Dylan Rhodes gasped, thinking he must have misheard.

Buying out the entire ’D’ jewelry collection... that wasn’t something you could do for a few hundred million. It was a bottomless money pit.

’This woman is loaded! To think she’d dare say she’d buy out an entire brand’s jewelry line.’

Dylan Rhodes was thrilled.

But his excitement was short-lived. He glanced at his teammate, and his thrill was doused with cold water.

’He’d forgotten. This teammate of his wasn’t the type to bow to money.’

Sure enough, Miles Sinclair looked up and said with a faint smile, "Sorry, I don’t eat dinner."

"That’s fine. We can meet tomorrow."

"I don’t eat tomorrow either." Miles Sinclair’s face held a smile, but his words were ice-cold.

The glamorous woman finally understood.

Miles Sinclair had rejected her.

She rarely chased after celebrities, because she never had to. They would flock to her, eager to please, all because she was generous enough.

Miles Sinclair, however, was an exception.

No matter what she did, Miles Sinclair always seemed to dislike her, not even willing to grace her with a single meal.

"Miles Sinclair, do you have any idea what you’re saying?" The woman laughed in anger. "Think carefully. I can buy out every piece of jewelry you endorse, which means I can also make sure you never sell a single piece again. Are you sure you won’t have this dinner with me?"

Watching the wealthy lady fly into a rage, Dylan Rhodes’s heart sank with a THUD.

’It’s over. Hugo managed to offend two major figures today.’

Dylan Rhodes’s vision went dark again. He decided to wash his hands of the whole thing, shoved them in his pockets, and stared off into the distance, pretending to be mute.

"I won’t."

With that, Miles Sinclair turned and walked away.

Furious, the woman pointed at his retreating back and shouted, "Miles Sinclair! You’ll regret this!"

After spitting out her threat, the woman’s lips curled into a cold smirk, and she strode out of the venue.

Naturally, this scene did not escape Damian Hawthorne’s notice.

"I didn’t expect that Miles Sinclair to have some backbone."

Damian Hawthorne slowly lifted his gaze, his expression one of lazy indifference.

...

Meanwhile, Cecilia Nathan was flipping through the brochure Damian Hawthorne had given her.

Just a moment ago, she had suppressed the urge to search for Miles Sinclair’s name.

’Lots of people have that name. I just lost control for a second.’

’This Miles Sinclair definitely isn’t the Miles Sinclair I knew.’

’Her Hugo... he’s dead.’

At the thought, a dull ache spread through Cecilia Nathan’s chest. She clutched her heart, gasping for breath.

"Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you so angry?"

A concerned voice came from behind her.

"Don’t even start. That Miles Sinclair is a tough nut to crack. I offered to buy out his entire jewelry endorsement just for him to have dinner with me, and he still refused."

The speaker was none other than the glamorous, wealthy woman who had just been talking to Miles Sinclair.

"Doesn’t that just prove he has character? What’s there to be angry about?"

"Character? Hah! What character? He’s just an actor. He gets a little lucky, becomes a bit famous, and suddenly thinks he’s some international superstar. He showed me zero respect. To brush me off, he even claimed he doesn’t eat dinner, saying he’s on a diet. Not even a ghost would believe such a flimsy excuse! I, Mona Nathan, have never been so humiliated in my life. Today, I’m going to make him understand the consequences of offending me." Mona Nathan crossed her arms and sneered. "I’ve already put the word out to everyone. Anyone who dares to buy anything Miles Sinclair endorses is openly making an enemy of the Nathans of Aethelgard."

Hearing the words "the Nathans of Aethelgard," Cecilia Nathan frowned slightly and turned to look behind her.

When Mona Nathan saw Cecilia Nathan studying her intently, she scoffed arrogantly, "What are you looking at? Haven’t you ever seen a beautiful woman before?"

’She certainly is beautiful... but not a pleasant one.’

Cecilia Nathan recognized Mona Nathan the moment she saw her. She was the daughter of her father’s cousin.

Although she rarely spent time in Aethelgard and seldom appeared before her family or in public, Linden Nathan had shown her photos of all their relatives so she would understand the family structure.

This cousin of her father’s worked under him, managing a company of several thousand people, making him a major boss in his own right.

But all of it was built upon her father, Linden Nathan’s, business empire.

In other words, without Linden Nathan, this cousin’s businesses could never have developed.

Mona Nathan had never met her, so it was perfectly normal that she didn’t recognize her.

Ever since she was kidnapped as a child, she had been under Linden Nathan’s constant protection.

Not only were her name and background fabricated, but even few of her own family members had ever seen her.

But she hadn’t expected this Mona Nathan to be throwing around the name of the Nathans of Aethelgard.

Thinking of the Miles Sinclair in the brochure, Cecilia Nathan’s heart had already calmed.

’Even if he has the same name, it can’t be my Hugo.’

Operating on the principle of "the less trouble, the better," Cecilia Nathan stopped paying attention to Mona Nathan and casually shifted her gaze, only to suddenly see a familiar back.

Cecilia Nathan’s heart leaped, and she shot to her feet.

BOOM. Something exploded in her mind.

’That familiar back... she would never forget it.’

A sourness pricked Cecilia Nathan’s nose, and tears welled up in her eyes.

’Hugo... it’s her Hugo!’

Cecilia Nathan took a deep breath, clenched her jaw, and staggered toward him.

Just then, a hand grabbed her.

"Where are you going?"

Damian Hawthorne gripped her wrist, his voice deep and hoarse.