When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 142 A Man Of His Word

With these thoughts in her mind, Nancy, encouraged by the crowd, took a seat beside Nathaniel.

Under the dim light, she couldn’t discern his expression. As the initial awkwardness and shyness faded, she prepared to peel some fruit for him to eat.

Nathaniel watched her actions intently, then bluntly asked, “If I don’t give you money, would you still be sitting here?”

Nancy stilled momentarily before responding. “Getting to sit beside you is already an honor for me. I don’t need money.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Upon hearing these words, the man naturally thought of Cecilia.

After so many years of marriage, it was only after their divorce that he realized Cecilia had never once used a single penny from the Rainsworth family.

“Alright. Starting from now, you’ll be working here without any pay,” Nathaniel declared at a measured pace.

Though Elite Club was not technically his property, all it took was a single word from him, and the boss would immediately put it into action.

Surprise filled Nancy’s eyes. “You’re not joking with me, are you, Mr. Rainsworth?”

If she didn’t need money, why else would she want to work here?

Given her educational background, securing a job that paid ten thousand a month was no difficult task.

Still, why settle with ten grand a month when she could potentially make ten grand within a day?

Besides, she was young and beautiful, so she might just find herself a rich man.

“What do you think?” Nathaniel asked in return.

His friends were flabbergasted. “What’s wrong with you, Nathaniel?”

The man did not respond; he merely looked at Nancy.

“Any objections?”

His aura was so intense that the woman didn’t dare meet his eyes, and she shook her head. “No.”

Thinking that Nathaniel was just testing her, she didn’t pay his words. апу mind.

Yet, Nathaniel’s friends knew him well enough to understand that he was a man of his word. Thus, they also knew Nancy’s efforts would end in vain.

Even so, they kept silent.

Nancy was still unaware that she would receive no compensation working at Elite Club, nor would anyone dare to offer her any money.

At present, she continued to push her luck, bringing up the subject of the man’s ex–wife. “Is your former wife very unpleasant, Mr. Rainsworth?”

Everyone else suddenly fell silent.

Nathaniel gazed at her, his expression unreadable. “How did you know?” he asked.

“I can sense it. I can tell you were really unhappy,” Nancy answered, a playful smile dancing in her beautiful eyes.

Leaning back in his chair, Nathaniel slightly lifted his brows. “You’re right,” he said. “She’s terrible.”

Cecilia had already reached the doorstep when she overheard the conversation between him and the woman.

The door was left ajar, and she just stood there, watching him.

Nathaniel was still unaware that she had come.

Cecilia’s gaze lowered. Whether it was now or before, she was somehow always the topic of conversation for Nathaniel and his friends after their meals.

“Ms. Smith! Since you’re here, why don’t you go on in?” A faintly magnetic voice sounded next to her.

Darren, at some unknown point, had positioned himself beside her, his well–defined hand holding a glass of red wine.

His thin lips were of the same color as the wine in his hand, exuding a bewitching crimson hue.

As he spoke up, everyone inside the room who was previously engrossed in their conversations. and drinks turned his way, instantly falling silent.

Nathaniel’s deep, dark eyes gleamed slightly. He picked up his wine glass from the table and took a sip, using the action to mask the unusual look in his eyes.

Cecilia merely glanced at him indifferently before turning to Darren. “I’ll pass. I don’t want to intrude and spoil everyone’s fun.”

The affluent young men present rubbed their own noses in awkwardness, unable to comprehend why she had shown up.

Still, upon seeing the woman wisely taking her leave, they immediately relaxed.

“Nathaniel, she disappeared for five years, and you guys are already divorced. How could she dare check on you now?” one of them asked standing at the door, seemingly indifferent to everything, was actually Nathaniel’s ex–wife.

She hadn’t paid much attention earlier, but now that she thought about it, the woman had such exquisite facial features and a perfect figure. However, what stood out the most were her eyes; they were like a tranquil spring, simply unforgettable.

Such a pretty girl like her is actually deaf?

That’s honestly such a shame.

Nathaniel stood up, not responding to his friend’s comment. “I’ve got something to take care of. I need to head back.”