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Chapter 69 Where Are You Taking Me
Felix stood there, his expression calm and collected.
Jonathan, however, didn’t waste time with pleasantries. He went straight to the point. “I don’t like you. When you go home today, tell your parents to arrange for you to drop out of school.”
Jonathan didn’t flinch at Felix’s words. Instead, he walked to the sink and began washing his hands, his movements methodical.
“Why should I?” he asked, his tone calm, almost indifferent.
Felix puffed out his chest. “Because I am the future heir to both Rainsworth Group and Orion Corporation!” he declared proudly.
In Tudela, everyone knew Orion Corporation. It was a name synonymous with power, wealth, and influence.
“If you cross me, not only will you suffer, but your parents will too. This entire school is funded by Orion Corporation. Since I’m telling you to leave, there’s no question about it. You’re gone.”
Jonathan’s brow arched slightly, but otherwise, he remained impassive.
How had he missed the fact that his good-for-nothing father had plans to hand over the company to someone else?
“Oh,” Jonathan responded with an almost nonchalant tone.
Felix, thinking he had won, allowed himself a smug smile.
But then Jonathan looked at him and said, “I’m not leaving.”
Felix’s composure shattered, and his anger flared. Unable to contain himself, he lunged at Jonathan, his foot aimed at him with intent to kick.
Jonathan’s eyes flicked to Felix’s movements, his reflexes swift. In an instant, he intercepted the attack, sidestepping and redirecting Felix’s momentum.
A few minutes later, the restroom echoed with Felix’s desperate pleas for mercy.
“Do you still want me to drop out?” Jonathan asked, his voice low and steady.
“N-no…” Felix gasped, his face already swollen from the blows.
“Will you report me?” Jonathan continued, his tone cold.
Felix, his pride and humiliation in equal measure, stammered, “No…”
Jonathan washed his hands again, glancing at Felix’s battered face with quiet satisfaction. “Remember this,” he said as he turned away, “If you decide to tattle, I’ll make sure to hit you every time I see you.”
Felix remained silent, his face flushed with shame. He wouldn’t dare report something as humiliating as this. After all, he was a man, and no one would want to admit being beaten by someone else.
Meanwhile, Vivian had taken a phone call and left early, leaving Cecilia to wander the streets of Tudela alone.
It had been some time since she last had the chance to walk around the city. The summer heat was sweltering, and it felt as though the air itself had become oppressive.
As the day wore on, the weather shifted abruptly, and soon dark clouds began to gather in the sky. Within minutes, the atmosphere crackled with the anticipation of a storm. Then, without warning, the rain came down in torrents, accompanied by sharp flashes of lightning and the low rumble of thunder.
Cecilia took shelter beneath the eaves of a nearby house, feeling the chill of the downpour as it soaked the world around her.
It was in that moment that a Bentley pulled up in front of her, the sleek car stopping just inches from the curb.
The window rolled down smoothly, revealing Nathaniel behind the wheel, his sharp features illuminated by the faint light of the storm.
“Get in,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Cecilia hesitated for a moment, the weight of their recent encounters heavy on her mind. But after a beat, she opened the back door of the car.
“I’m not a chauffeur,” Nathaniel said, his voice betraying a hint of annoyance. “Sit in the front.”
Reluctantly, Cecilia climbed into the passenger seat, the door clicking shut behind her.
As soon as she settled into the seat, she turned her head to stare out of the window, watching as the storm raged outside. The world was a blur of water, lightning, and sound.
Inside the car, the air felt unusually thick, almost stifling. The rain pounded against the windows, but the car’s interior seemed to suffocate under an uncomfortable silence.
Nathaniel drove without saying a word. Cecilia’s gaze flicked to the unfamiliar streets as they left the main road and entered a smaller, more desolate path.
It was then that a memory hit her—a memory of a time long past.
When she was a teenager, a group of privileged young men from her school had driven her out to a road like this. It had been pouring rain then too, and they’d abandoned her on the desolate path, laughing as they left her behind.
Soaked to the bone, she had walked barefoot for hours, shivering and alone, until late into the night.
But then Nathaniel had found her. He had been a light in the darkness, a comforting presence in her turmoil. He had driven around until he spotted her, and with a gentleness that seemed so rare in that world, he had lifted her into the car, assuring her that everything would be okay.
How had the boy who had been so kind and caring become so indifferent over the years?
Perhaps people did change, after all.
Nathaniel’s peripheral vision caught sight of Cecilia’s face, her expression distant, lost in thought. Something stirred within him, a flicker of emotion he quickly suppressed. He swallowed, his hands tightening on the wheel.
As the car continued down the path, Cecilia, her mind still trapped in memories of the past, finally broke the silence.
“Mr. Rainsworth, where are you taking me?” Her voice was soft, but there was a note of confusion in it.
Nathaniel didn’t respond immediately. He kept his eyes on the road, his face unreadable.
But inside, something shifted.
