By now, Cecilia Nathan had already left the hotel.
Minutes earlier, just as she found the presidential suite and was about to go inside, she happened to see a familiar figure.
It was Damian Hawthorne.
Cecilia Nathan's eyelid twitched slightly.
'What is he doing here...'
Cecilia Nathan had a bad feeling.
Just then, the door to the suite opened, and Linden Nathan walked out.
"Mr. Nathan..."
Seeing Damian Hawthorne walk inside, Cecilia's heart instantly clenched.
'Today is not a good time to see my father.'
'Damian Hawthorne absolutely cannot find out my identity.'
Thinking about how she had once been desperate enough to threaten to jump off a building just to stay by Damian Hawthorne's side, Cecilia Nathan sighed softly.
If Damian Hawthorne were to find out her identity, he probably wouldn't just hold that against her; he might find out about the other matter too.
At this thought, Cecilia Nathan lowered her gaze, gritted her teeth, and turned to leave.
