GoodReadChapter 41 A Talentless Primadonna
Stella's expression was somewhat hard to read. She couldn't figure out what was going on. Since four years ago,
Zachary had seemed like a different person, turning a blind eye to all her requests.
As for Nathaniel, Stella wasn’t confident that he would lend a hand.
Yet, there wasn’t anything Stella desired that she couldn't obtain.
She said to her agent, “Find a way, no matter what, to get her composition in our possession.”
After hanging up the phone with Central Media, a hint of coldness flashed through Cecelia’s previously calm
eyes.
Nobody understood Stella better than she did.
Over the years, Stella remained talentless in the acting or music scene.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStealing the fruits of others’ labor and usurping their livelihoods; she would never have lasted as long as she did
without Nathaniel and Zachary’s support.
No one knew the struggles of composing music as a hearing-impaired person.
Over the years, Cecelia had been working tirelessly to take care of her two children and Martha. She was
constantly working hard, afraid that they might not have a good life.
The money she was now earning was already enough to support her entire family.
Why would she ever sell her composition to Stella just for money?
Upon returning to her house, Cecilia set her phone aside and headed to the bathroom for a soak. As she bathed,
she pondered how to get what she wanted as quickly as possible.
Perhaps due to extrexhaustion, Cecilia unintentionally fell asleep while lying in the bathtub.
She was jolted awake by a call from her best friend, Vivian.
“Ceci, I'll be back in a couple of days.”
Cecelia emerged from the bathroom, draped in a bathrobe. “I'll throw you a welcparty once you're back.”
“Sure. How have you been lately? Has Nathaniel been giving you a hard time? And what about that pretentious
Stella? Does she know you're back?” Vivian was genuinely concerned about Cecilia being alone.
“Stella still doesn’t know I'm back, but she will soon,” replied Cecilia.
Cecelia walked over to the window, where she was greeted by the warm, summer. She added, As for Nathaniel,
don’t worry. | won't let him bully me.”
The doorbell rang mid-conversation.
It's already nine at night. Who could possibly be coming at this hour?
Without Sven by her side, Cecelia felt a bit uneasy.
Originally, Sven insisted on standing guard outside, but these days, he had been constantly protecting Cecilia
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwithout any tto rest. Thus, Cecelia instructed him to go back and take a break.
She descended the stairs, casting a glance at the surveillance footage by the entrance. Her breath hitched.
Why is he here?
Nathaniel was standing outside, his tall figure looming over her doorway. Under the streetlight, his face appeared
particularly indifferent.
He was right outside, and there was no reason for Cecelia to turn him away.
She opened the door.
Cecelia wore nothing but a loose white bathrobe, her long hair untidily draped over her shoulders. She leaned
against the door and stared at him.
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