Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 88: I Heard Your Son Spent 100 Million

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: I Heard Your Son Spent 100 Million

"Are you sure he’s deceased?"

Justin Bell thought for a moment, then nodded. "The information I found confirms he is deceased. I even have a copy of the death certificate."

Damian Hawthorne’s eyes darkened.

He couldn’t quite describe the feeling. Privately, he wished the man wasn’t dead.

When someone dies, they plant a tree in the hearts of those who loved them—a tree that can never be removed.

A pang of pain shot through Damian Hawthorne’s chest at the thought.

In the end, this Miles Sinclair had become Cecilia’s one that got away.

"After he died, what was... Cecilia like?"

"President Hawthorne, as for Miss Cecilia Nathan... I couldn’t find anything at all," Justin Bell said, sounding helpless.

They could find information on Miles Sinclair, but not a single trace of Cecilia.

If they couldn’t see what was going on by now, they’d have to be fools.

Cecilia’s information had definitely been hidden, and deliberately so.

"Then why couldn’t we find anything on Miles Sinclair before?" A knowing smirk played on Damian Hawthorne’s lips. ’Cecilia is certainly hiding more than I thought.’

"We didn’t have Miles Sinclair’s name before, and a lot of Miss Cecilia Nathan’s key information is hidden. If we hadn’t searched specifically for his name, we would have never found his past."

Justin Bell was also baffled as to why Cecilia’s information was hidden.

Miss Cecilia Nathan was from an ordinary background. Where would she get the money to hide so much information?

Unless... Cecilia’s family background wasn’t ordinary at all.

At that thought, Justin Bell’s heart sank.

He stole a glance at his boss. Sure enough, Damian Hawthorne’s eyes were narrowed, a mocking smile on his lips.

Justin Bell shivered and stammered,

"President Hawthorne, do you think... that Miles Sinclair... might not be dead at all?"

「In a manor in Korsyth」

Lights twinkled as a lavish party was clearly underway.

A cellist and a pianist were in place, playing a beautiful, melodious piece together.

Frances Bennett and Sharon Quincy stood together, surrounded by a flock of splendidly dressed women.

"Mrs. Bennett, I heard your son spent a hundred million on a piece of ’D’ brand jewelry?"

Although news of the auction hadn’t hit the media, it had long since spread through their social circles.

The rumor was that the Hawthorne heir had spent over a hundred million on the woman by his side.

Hearing this, Frances Bennett’s expression didn’t change. "That’s impossible. Our family may have money, but it doesn’t grow on trees. The woman who could make Damian spend a hundred million hasn’t been born yet."

At this, she pulled Sharon Quincy closer and said with a smile, "Unless, of course, he was buying it for our Cici."

"Cici? You mean Cecilia Nathan, the girl who is always with your son?"

They all knew about Cecilia. The story of her refusing to cook at Frances Bennett’s birthday party had also made the rounds.

Many of the socialites present today had never met Sharon Quincy, so when they heard the name "Cici," they assumed it was Cecilia.

Frances Bennett’s face stiffened. She shot a quick glance at the young woman beside her, saw her awkward expression, and hurriedly clarified, "That Cecilia girl has had nothing to do with our son for a long time now, so don’t spread rumors. The Cici I have with me... actually, allow me to introduce you all. This is my future daughter-in-law, Selina Nathan."

"Selina Nathan!"

"Is that Selina Nathan from the Nathans of Aethelgard?"

"Linden Nathan’s only daughter, Selina Nathan, is actually here in Korsyth."

"So this is what Selina Nathan looks like..."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, all eyes scrutinizing Selina Nathan.

Selina Nathan stood awkwardly, suddenly at a loss for how to deal with these people.

’After all, she wasn’t the real heiress of the Nathan family, just an ordinary person.’

Even the banquet etiquette she knew had been a last-minute crash course.

"Don’t you all go scaring my daughter-in-law." Seeing her flustered and awkward, Frances Bennett just assumed she was new to this kind of high-society event and didn’t think much of it.

Sharon Quincy looked at the crowd. She wanted to greet them but didn’t know how to socialize, terrified of making a fool of herself.

She had heard that there were certain tricks and techniques to conversing at these parties, but she hadn’t had time to learn any of them.

"Mrs. Bennett, you just said... she’s your daughter-in-law... Does that mean your son is dating the young lady from the Nathan family?" someone immediately seized on the key point.

Selina Nathan had never appeared in wealthy circles before, but her name was already legendary.

Once, when someone tried to introduce a new woman to Linden Nathan shortly after his wife’s death, he publicly announced that he would never remarry and that Selina Nathan would be his only heir for his entire life.

It was from that moment on that frequent rumors of Selina Nathan being kidnapped began to circulate.

After all, the daughter of Veridia’s richest man was an incredibly valuable target.

And over the years, many had tried to find out where Selina Nathan was. Some wealthy families even hoped for a marriage alliance with the Nathans, but Linden Nathan never relented and refused to mention anything about his child to the media.

No one had expected that Selina Nathan’s first public appearance would be as Damian Hawthorne’s fiancée.

"Yes, my son and Selina are dating. All those other women from the past were just rumors. They don’t count."

Frances Bennett was afraid they would bring up Damian Hawthorne’s past, and her tone carried a heavy warning.

While she had considered accepting Cecilia before, it was only under duress.

Later, Serena Hughes’s appearance had also seemed like a tolerable compromise.

She never expected Selina Nathan to take an interest in her son.

Compared to Selina Nathan, Cecilia Nathan and Serena Hughes didn’t even measure up.

If there was to be a marriage alliance, it had to be a union of powerhouses.

The Nathan family’s wealth and power had been accumulated over many generations, and their foundation was solid. The Hawthorne family had experienced both decline and resurgence, so she deeply understood the importance of a family’s foundation.

"Didn’t your son propose to Serena Hughes? The media reported on it." The speaker was an elegant woman in a cheongsam who looked to be in her thirties. She held a wine glass, her demeanor graceful and serene.

Frances Bennett’s face turned cold. "Mrs. Grant, that’s not how it was. That was just baseless media reporting. On the other hand, what is the deal between your son and that Cecilia girl? Their relationship doesn’t look so innocent. Are you really going to let a girl with no background be your daughter-in-law?"

"Even if my son doesn’t like Cecilia, she did chase him for many years. You aren’t really thinking of letting Hugo Grant pick up my son’s leftovers, are you?"

The woman in the cheongsam was none other than Hugo Grant’s mother.

Hugo Grant’s mother chuckled softly, swirling the wine in her glass. "Your words are a good reminder. Whoever my son likes, I like. That Cecilia girl is beautiful, and I hear she’s very talented in the arts and culinary skills. If she became my daughter-in-law, it would be a dream come true."

"I, for one, am not as snobbish as some people. As long as my child is happy, nothing is more important."

Mrs. Grant’s words stood in stark contrast to Frances Bennett’s.

Everyone knew about Cecilia and Damian Hawthorne. Seeing Frances Bennett deny everything and trample on Cecilia’s name, they all felt a little disdainful.

In contrast, Hugo Grant’s mother appeared magnanimous and dignified.

Mrs. Grant’s words surprised Frances Bennett.

’Does the Grant family really intend to let Cecilia marry in?’

"Mrs. Grant, you don’t actually plan on letting Hugo marry Cecilia, do you?"