When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 150 How Much Do You Need

Nathaniel gently pulled Stella away from him.

“Thank you, Nathaniel,” Stella said with gratitude before turning back and casting a triumphant glance at Cecelia.

She felt some regret about her decision to marry Nathaniel, realizing that perhaps not marrying him would have been a better choice.

Had she not married him, she could have proposed any terms, and he would likely have agreed.

At the same time, she felt relieved that she was the one who had impersonated the person who rescued Elena,

Cecelia watched her smug look with an indifferent expression.

Daltonia Villa was vast, with numerous rooms, yet Stella chose a room closest to the master bedroom. Her hidden agenda was so transparent that it hardly needed to be spelled out.

As she went to tidy up her room, Cecelia was also getting ready to retreat to her bedroom.

Nathaniel, still seated in the living room, called out. “Come here.”

Cecilia had no idea what he was up to. She approached and asked, “Yes?”

Nathaniel scrutinized her expression carefully.

He always remembered that after they got married, she had insisted their home was meant solely for the two of them. Aside from family and friends, no other women were allowed to stay.

“Aren’t you angry?” he asked, his voice steady. He had agreed to let Stella stay for the night for two reasons: first, his genuine fear that she might be in danger, and second, his desire to gauge Cecelia’s reaction.

He didn’t believe that she didn’t care.

Cecilia’s reaction, however, was beyond his expectations. “We had an agreement. We’ll get a divorce once I’m free of my debts. Why should I be angry?”

Nathaniel’s throat grew tight. “I hope you meant what you said.”

He rose to his feet and continued, “I have plans today. I won’t be coming back tonight.”

Stella played the sympathy card to persuade Nathaniel to let her stay, but she hadn’t anticipated. that he would choose not to spend the night there himself.

She arrived outside Cecelia’s room and knocked on the door.

Unexpectedly, another interruption came her way. At that moment, she realized she wouldn’t be able to finish the musical score that day.

She rose to her feet and opened the door.

Stella glanced at Cecelia, who was oddly dressed in long sleeves and pants, and noticed a rash on her neck.

In the past, having received financial support from the family, she had frequently dined with the Smiths.

She recalled that Cecelia had once suffered an allergic reaction after accidentally eating seafood.

“You know, you’re the most fragile woman I’ve ever met,” she mocked, her tone baffling. “Only someone of your stature could afford to be so delicate, even allergic to seafood. You’re not trying to win Nathaniel over with that pitiful appearance, aren’t you?”

Upon returning to her room, Cecelia found a chair and sat down, lifting her gaze with a scornful smirk. “Aren’t you the one playing the sympathy card?”

As a woman, Cecelia could easily see through all her little tricks. She’s already a renowned celebrity and has dealt with stalkers before. How could she possibly let a man enter her room a second time?

Upon hearing those words didn’t get upset at all. Instead, a smirk appeared on her face.

“Indeed, I was playing the victim too, but…”

She leaned toward Cecelia as if worried she wouldn’t hear clearly, and purposefully raised her voice. “Nathaniel felt sorry for me. But you? You’ve made yourself look like a hot mess. Has he ever shown concern for you?

Cecelia kept mum.

Stella continued, “I don’t understand why you insist on taking Nathaniel away from me. Even though you’re married, have you two ever been intimate? Do you even know which side of the bed he prefers? Do you know if he likes being on top or bottom? I know all his preferences.”

Cecelia never expected Stella to be so blunt.

She couldn’t help but zone out for a moment.

She certainly didn’t understand Nathaniel as well as Stella did, but at this point, she had no desire to learn more about him..

Nathaniel’s preferences were none of her concern right now. All she wanted was to have a child quickly and then leave him.

Seeing Cecelia rendered speechless filled Stella with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Cecelia, however, appeared unfazed. She began to speak slowly. “Given all these years, you must have accumulated quite a bit of maneu haven’t uu?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Cecelia continued, “I’ll give you a few months to gather some money. Once you hand it over, I’ll leave Nathaniel right away.”

As a successful celebrity, Stella’s earnings from movies over the years must have been substantial. Coupled with various endorsement deals and other sources of income, she would have accumulated considerable wealth.

Cecelia believed Stella could easily come up with two to three billion.

“Are you sure?” It was the first time Stella had heard Cecelia talk about money.

In the past, no amount of money could persuade Cecelia to leave Nathaniel.

“I’ve endured hardship living abroad for a few years, and I’ve had enough, Cecelia explained. “I want a substantial sum to secure my future. I know Nathaniel doesn’t love me, so staying with him won’t bring me any gain.”

“How much do you need?” Stella asked.

“Ten billion.”