When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1952 A Board Meeting Without Hernoveldrama

Cecilia led Nathaniel toward the car.

Nathaniel felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. The way Cecilia was going these days, she was buried so deep in work that she hardly cared about him.

They arrived at the Jamieson Group. From the moment they stepped into the office, Cecilia noticed something was off. The employees avoided eye contact, acting strangely.

Nathaniel picked up on it too.

When Cecilia called for Charlotte, she was told that Charlotte was out running errands and not in the office. So Cecilia summoned one of the other secretaries instead.

"Did something happen in the company?"

The secretary hesitated briefly, then replied, "The senior management heard that Mdm. Queenie's health has been worsening. They're calling a board meeting to discuss the company's direction going forward.”

A board meeting without informing me, the general manager?

"Where are they now?"

Back when Queenie was still managing the company, she'd always feared falling ill and being unable to oversee things. She worried that some of the senior management would take advantage of Cecilia's inexperience.

Sure enough, the moment something happened, they'd already started scheming behind the scenes.

Even though they tried to keep it under wraps, it wasn't exactly a secret. Charlotte had already caught wind of it.

"They're in the third-floor conference room," Charlotte said.

"Okay.” Cecilia turned to Nathaniel. "Wait here. I'm going to head downstairs." Nathaniel gave a nod. "Okay."

On the third floor, inside the conference room, several older executives didn't take Cecilia seriously at all. They were deep in conversation, discussing the company's future. Even Queenie's name came up.

"Mdm. Queenie's health has been going downhill. I doubt she'll hang on for much longer."

"Yeah, I visited her at the hospital not long ago. She's all skin and bones. She could barely speak."

"If she passes, we'll have to take on the company's burden."

The old geezer leading the meeting chimed in. He had come from the Drocver, and he was the one who called this senior management meeting at the branch office.

As soon as he finished speaking, the conference room door swung open. Cecilia stood at the entrance.

"Gentlemen, you held a meeting and didn't think to let me know?"

The room, which had been buzzing a second ago, fell into dead silence the moment she walked in.

Cecilia didn't seem fazed. She walked inside and took a seat beside the elder at the head of the table. "Uncle Randall."

Randall Jamieson was the son of Alphonse's brother. Cecilia had heard from Queenie a long time ago that this man had always had his eyes on the Jamieson Group.

"Cecilia, good to see you," Randall greeted her with a broad smile, his tone warm and friendly. One would

never guess he was the one

maneuvering for contro

behind the

scenes.

Still smiling, he explained, "I figured you've been busy at the hospital with your mother, so I didn't want to trouble you with this meeting."

This old fox had a way with words. He made it sound like he was being thoughtful, like he had Cecilia's best interests at heart. There wasn't a crack to criticize.

Over the years, Cecilia had learned to act. She played along smoothly. "Oh, Uncle Randall, that makes sense. I knew you weren't the type."

"What type? What do you mean?” Randall asked, caught off guard.

"Well, just earlier downstairs, I overheard someone saying you brought people here to squeeze me out of the branch office. I scolded themight away. I told them He's, my uncle There's no way he'd pull something like that while my mom is sick."

Randall's face shifted rapidly between pale and flushed. He hadn't expected Cecilia to speak so sharply, mocking him while pretending to be polite.

"Such baseless gossip," Randall muttered. Then he added, “I had no intention of meddling, honestly. Your granddad asked me to come. First, to check on your mom's health, And second, to see how the company's doing, and whether I could help."