Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 86: I Have Money

After Miles Sinclair said that, his manager finally snapped.

’He didn’t understand how he could be so unlucky as to be stuck with an artist like this.’

"Well..." The host glanced at the manager below the stage, then stole a peek at Miles Sinclair, completely torn.

The head of the "D" brand was also at the event today, and when he saw this, he nearly fainted.

It was already absurd that no one was buying anything. Now that someone was finally willing to spend money, their own brand ambassador dared to call a halt to it.

It wasn’t just him; no one else could understand it either.

"The auction for ’D’ jewelry at today’s event is now over." With a single sentence, Miles Sinclair sealed its fate.

Damian Hawthorne watched Miles Sinclair with great interest.

He’d noticed that Miles had been staring at Cecilia Nathan ever since she started bidding.

The reason Miles Sinclair had called a halt was obviously because he didn’t want Cecilia Nathan to spend too much money.

He was being so protective, it was as if he was afraid people *wouldn’t* know about his relationship with Cecilia Nathan.

Cecilia Nathan ignored Miles Sinclair’s words, briefly flipped through the brochure, and said to the host, "If you’re not auctioning them, I’ll buy whatever’s left."

’She’ll buy it all?!’

The entire venue was in an uproar. Everyone thought they had misheard.

Although Cecilia Nathan had already been quite lavish with her bids, few people present would dare to say something like buying out the entire "D" collection.

Buying it all wouldn’t just be in the tens of millions; it would be at least several hundred million.

’Hundreds of millions!’

’Does this Cecilia Nathan even understand what hundreds of millions means?’

’Could it be that Damian Hawthorne pampers her so much that he’s willing to let her spend hundreds of millions?’

In an instant, the crowd began to gossip.

Damian Hawthorne lifted his gaze to the woman sitting beside him. The reckless air about her was long gone.

"This has already exceeded thirty million. Who’s paying for the rest?"

Thirty million was his promise, and it was also his limit.

’And here she was, dancing on his last nerve again and again.’

"I have my own money."

"Fine. I’d like to see just how much money you have." Damian Hawthorne was about to get up when a card was presented in front of Cecilia Nathan.

"Miss Cecilia Nathan, if you’re short on cash, you can use our Grant Enterprises account." Hayley Shepherd held a black card between her fingers, smiling playfully. "Mr. Grant was supposed to come, but a last-minute meeting tied him up, so he sent me instead."

"Mr. Grant told me to bring this card and said that if you need money, you can use the Grant Enterprises account as you please."

Hayley Shepherd’s voice wasn’t too loud or too soft, but it struck everyone’s ears like a clap of thunder on a clear day.

’What? Use the Grant Enterprises account as she pleases?’

’What kind of charm does this Cecilia Nathan have to make both the Hawthorne and Grant families spend money on her like she’s a celebrity they’re chasing?’

Cecilia Nathan was slightly stunned when she saw the card, then she gave Hayley Shepherd a moved smile. "Please thank Hugo Grant for me."

In Hugo Grant’s eyes, she was just an ordinary person without much money, yet he was still willing to let her spend his.

This was Hugo Grant’s trust in her.

Staring at the glaring black card, Damian Hawthorne’s hands clenched into fists, his nails nearly digging into his palms.

’So, the Grant Enterprises money is hers to spend as she pleases. How nice.’

"When you said you have your own money, you meant the money from Grant Enterprises?" Damian Hawthorne’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Cecilia Nathan raised an eyebrow and was about to explain, but Damian Hawthorne turned and flicked the black card out of Hayley Shepherd’s hand.

A lazy smile played on Damian Hawthorne’s lips, but his voice dropped in temperature. "Assistant Shepherd, take the card back. I, Damian Hawthorne, don’t need to use the Grant family’s money to pay for something I’ve taken a fancy to."

After saying this, Damian Hawthorne stood up, his expression unreadable.

But Cecilia Nathan could tell he was in a very bad mood.

Then, without a backward glance, Damian Hawthorne strode out of the venue.

’If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he’d lose his mind.’

He, Damian Hawthorne, feared nothing and no one. There were few people he cared about, and even fewer things.

But lately, Cecilia Nathan was driving him to the brink of losing control.

Even he hadn’t realized that his long-dormant heart was beginning to beat again.

’He was such an asshole.’

Stepping out of the venue, the cold wind dispersed the heat from his face.

Outside, Justin Bell was sitting in a car, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing his boss’s displeased expression, Justin Bell quickly got out and opened the car door. "President Hawthorne, I’ve found something about Miles Sinclair and Miss Cecilia Nathan."

Damian Hawthorne’s steps faltered, and his gaze grew a degree colder.

...

Inside the venue, the excitement was still palpable.

Cecilia Nathan and Hayley Shepherd were talking.

"I’ll pay this money back to Hugo Grant within a month." Cecilia Nathan had no intention of using Damian Hawthorne’s money.

’Since she had decided to leave, she needed to have fewer ties.’

"So you’re really planning to use our money?" Hayley Shepherd raised an eyebrow, her beautiful eyes unable to hide her gossipy heart. "If you use our money, I have a feeling that bastard Damian Hawthorne will go crazy. But I’d like that."

"If you’re willing to use our Grant family’s money, Mr. Grant will definitely be very happy."

Hayley Shepherd knew her boss well.

Mr. Grant had kept to himself all these years. Aside from her, there were no other women around him.

She had been hired as Hugo Grant’s assistant back then entirely because of her outstanding performance—and her married status.

’At first, she thought Mr. Grant didn’t like women.’

’Who would have thought Mr. Grant had finally seen the light.’

"Yes. For this much money, I’ll pay it back with the highest interest rate on the market."

Just as Hayley Shepherd was about to ask where she would get the money to pay it back, Cecilia Nathan’s phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Cecilia Nathan answered the phone without a second thought.

Hayley Shepherd tactfully stepped away, giving Cecilia Nathan space to take the call.

"Cecilia, what’s been going on with you and Damian Hawthorne lately? His assistant suddenly came to ask me about Miles Sinclair." Chloe Sutton’s voice was full of concern.

For the past few years, she hadn’t dared to mention anything about Miles Sinclair.

Because that name, that person, had become a source of pain in Cecilia Nathan’s heart.

"Chloe..." Thinking of Miles Sinclair, Cecilia Nathan’s voice trembled slightly. "I saw Hugo."

"..." Chloe Sutton was silent for a few seconds.

"You dreamed about him?"

"No, I saw him. With my own eyes," Cecilia Nathan explained with a bitter smile.

"But isn’t he dead?!" Chloe Sutton said in disbelief. "Cecilia, don’t scare me. How could you see him if he’s dead? Are you sure you’re not telling me a ghost story?"

Cecilia Nathan lowered her gaze, her chest feeling tight and heavy.

It wasn’t just Chloe Sutton who found it hard to believe; she could hardly believe it herself.

"Do you know a celebrity named Miles Sinclair?" Cecilia Nathan’s lips parted, her voice low and tinged with a faint sob. "He just got famous this year."

"I know of him, but I’ve never seen him in person. I thought he was just a namesake of the Miles Sinclair you used to know..." Chloe Sutton’s voice was filled with astonishment.

Only then did Cecilia Nathan remember that Chloe Sutton had never met Hugo.

Back when she was with Hugo, she and Chloe hadn’t met yet.

It was only after Hugo died that Chloe slowly became her close friend.

"Cecilia, don’t tell me... this Miles Sinclair is the Hugo you always talk about."