Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 84: He Regretted It

Cecilia turned and glanced at Damian Hawthorne, and it hit her in an instant.

Hugo was dead.

She had seen him die with her own eyes.

Cecilia looked up at the ceiling, forcing her tears back.

’I must have been seeing things just now.’

"Nowhere. I was just seeing things." Cecilia took a deep breath and slowly sat back down in her seat.

Damian Hawthorne glanced at the corner where the person had been, his gaze lowering.

’That Miles Sinclair must be connected to the Hugo Cecilia talks about.’

’But could they be the same person...?’

’Can the dead really come back to life?’

As Damian Hawthorne sat with Cecilia, lost in thought, a hand suddenly tapped his shoulder. "Damian Hawthorne? Is that you?"

Damian frowned, subtly shifting away from the person behind him.

Mona Nathan’s eyes lit up, and her tone was gentle. "Mr. Hawthorne, there’s a small favor I’ll need your help with later."

Damian narrowed his eyes, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smirk.

"Later, there will be some jewelry from ’D’ brand. I hope you won’t bid on it."

’D brand?’

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"And why should I listen to you?"

His cool, arrogant words were laced with a hint of disdain.

Mona wasn’t offended. She explained patiently, "Mr. Hawthorne, I’m from the Nathans of Aethelgard. My name is Mona Nathan. The spokesperson for this brand offended me today, and I want to teach him a lesson. As long as you’re willing to cooperate, the Nathan Family of Aethelgard will owe you a favor."

Today, she, Mona Nathan, had secured the cooperation of almost everyone in the venue.

Damian Hawthorne was the only one who hadn’t yet agreed.

To teach Miles Sinclair a lesson, she was going all out this time.

It was his own fault for offending her. Today, she was determined to make him regret it.

"The Nathans of Aethelgard..." Damian savored the words slowly. "What is Selina Nathan to you?"

"Selina Nathan is my cousin." Mona lifted her chin proudly. "But my cousin rarely makes public appearances. I heard she came to Korsyth recently. Have you seen her, Mr. Hawthorne?"

Since Mona was throwing around the Nathan Family name today, she couldn’t dare admit that she had never even met Selina.

She knew Selina had appeared in Korsyth recently, but the news hadn’t reported what she looked like.

This was the work of Linden Nathan, who protected Selina so thoroughly that even Mona could only learn about her mysterious cousin through her own father.

"I’ve seen her. We’re not close." Damian had no intention of discussing Selina any further.

"That’s alright. I can introduce you to my cousin in the future, Mr. Hawthorne."

Seeing that he had brought up her cousin, Mona assumed he had essentially agreed to her request.

After all, when she had just dropped the name of the Nathans of Aethelgard, Damian hadn’t refused her.

Cecilia watched Mona’s every move, frowning slightly.

’I can’t believe Mona is using the Nathan Family’s name to rally support like this.’

’Just how did that Miles Sinclair, who looks so much like Hugo, offend her so badly that she needs to use the Nathan Family’s name to get her way?’

While Cecilia was lost in thought, the jewelry auction began.

The host read off the names of several celebrities and their corresponding endorsed brands before starting the auction.

Some pieces of jewelry had already been purchased directly in private sales, while others, due to high interest from multiple buyers, were put up for a small-scale auction.

"We’ve nearly sold out of all the jewelry from every brand today. All that’s left is from ’D’ brand. Surprisingly, many pieces from this collection are still available. For those who are interested, please take a look at our upcoming auction items." After speaking, the host glanced to the side. "Let’s welcome our spokesperson, Miles Sinclair, to the stage to share his story with the brand."

Hearing the name "Miles Sinclair," Cecilia looked up, her gaze instinctively drawn to the man walking from the darkness into the light.

Miles Sinclair was dressed in a black suit, his aura refined and transcendent.

His nose was high and straight, as if exquisitely carved to perfection. His skin was so pale it was almost cold to the eye, giving him a solitary and aloof air.

And the mole near the corner of his eye added a touch of bewitching charm to his proud demeanor.

The moment she saw Miles Sinclair, a tremor ran through Cecilia’s entire body, and her shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

She covered her mouth, staring blankly at the man before her.

"Hugo..."

Beside her, Damian Hawthorne had been watching Cecilia’s expression ever since Miles Sinclair appeared.

When he heard Cecilia utter the name "Hugo," Damian’s fingers tightened fiercely.

’Miles Sinclair... is actually that Hugo?’

"Cecilia," Damian couldn’t help but say, giving her a little tug. "Hugo is dead. You need to calm down."

His words were like a bomb, exploding in Cecilia’s ears with a deafening ROAR.

Her body went rigid, but tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

Cecilia closed her eyes, picked up a tissue, and wiped her tears away.

’Miles Sinclair... is actually Hugo...’

’Hugo is still alive...’

Seeing Cecilia’s mix of joy and sorrow, Damian felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, not only making it hard to breathe but also suffocating all his emotions.

A trace of anxiety and panic flashed through his mind.

’This Hugo is even more trouble than Hugo Grant.’

"Cecilia!"

Damian lowered his voice, every cell in his body screaming with regret. He shouldn’t have brought her here.

Cecilia could no longer make out what Miles Sinclair was saying on stage. Her eyes were fixed on him, not moving an inch.

’I thought I’d never see Hugo again in this lifetime.’

That face, that aura, and even that small mole by the corner of his eye—they were all exactly the same as the Hugo in her memories.

’Why? If Hugo is alive, why didn’t he come find me?’

Memories flooded back, the scene of the accident replaying in her mind.

Cecilia clutched her chest, beads of sweat pouring down her forehead.

When the bidding started, just as expected, no one made an offer.

The host on stage could also tell something was fishy.

It seemed someone was deliberately targeting Miles Sinclair today.

’D’ brand’s jewelry was very popular; there was no reason for not a single piece to sell today.

Everyone else in the room knew exactly what was going on, but no one dared to disrespect the Nathans of Aethelgard.

Passing up on some jewelry in exchange for a favor from the Nathan Family was a great deal.

Miles Sinclair stood to the side, waiting for the items to sell so he could finish his work for the day.

But unexpectedly, not a single person made a bid.

Down below, his agent was pacing back and forth anxiously.

"We’re done for. If not a single piece sells today, ’D’ brand will definitely terminate our contract." The agent had a long face, utterly vexed. "Who on earth did Hugo offend this time? If this continues, his career is over."

The team led by Miles Sinclair had only started gaining popularity this year. Although they had fans, they hadn’t reached top-tier celebrity status yet.

But Miles Sinclair was highly regarded by many investors who believed his rise to the top was inevitable. Many brands had already placed their bets on him.

If nothing he endorsed sold today, he would be deemed as having no commercial value.

In other words, today’s sales would determine whether Miles Sinclair could secure more endorsements in the future.

Just then, someone in the audience suddenly raised a paddle, their crisp voice calling out a bid: "Two million."