When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1931

Chapter 1931 Plug The Bottomless Hole
After a pause, she glanced at Magnus and added, “Listen to me. If he raises the bid again, don't follow. I don't believe he actually has that kind of money.”

She knew Magnus was a freeloader through and through. He had always survived off Cecilia and the Rainsworth name.

Miranda scoffed inwardly. If Magnus really doesn't have the money, let his sister be the one to clean up the mess. Let Cecilia plug the bottomless hole that is Magnus.

But just then, on the opposite side of the room, Cecilia stood up. She walked straight over to Magnus and stopped him in his tracks. “What exactly do you think you're doing?” she asked coldly.

Startled, Magnus blinked. “Cecilia? What are you doing here?”

“I'm here to stop you,” she said firmly.

Truth be told, Cecilia had initially decided not to intervene. She had wanted to stay out of Magnus' messes for once.

But then she realized that everyone in the room knew they were siblings. If Magnus couldn't pay after winning the auction, the first person the public would point fingers at wouldn't be him. It would be her.

And if she didn't step in to cover for him, rumors would inevitably spread. Such a scandal could easily damage her standing in Tudela's high society.

She hadn't come to this gala to be dragged into Magnus' chaos; she came to strengthen her ties with the city's elite.

“Cecilia, don't worry about it,” Magnus said, desperation edging into his voice. “I've got forty million. Can you just cover the rest for me?”

He couldn't accept losing to Allen—especially someone from the Leighton family. In his mind, they had once been so lowly that even serving the Smiths would've been a privilege.

Cecilia's hand shot out, gripping his wrist with force. “If you keep this up, don't blame me for disowning you.”

Magnus was relieved to hear that.

He wasn't afraid of Cecilia. What terrified him was the thought that she might one day truly stop caring. With Cecilia's current status and influence, if she severed ties with him, there would be no one left willing to clean up his messes.

“All right then,” he muttered, giving up.

And now, thanks to her, he was stuck with an eighty-million-dollar necklace he never even wanted.

“Eighty million?” Miranda blurted, utterly stunned.

She didn't have that kind of money.

“I don't have that much,” she said.

“Then why push me to raise the bid?” Allen's voice remained mild, but his eyes locked onto hers with quiet intensity. He didn't scold her outright, but the weight of his gaze made Miranda's chest tighten.

Miranda's lips twitched faintly. “I assumed you had enough.”

“I only brought fifty million,” Allen replied flatly. “If you can't lend me the rest, I'll have to call home and ask for it. Not sure how pleased my parents will be, considering I still haven't secured Chelsea.”