Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 196: Obstruction

After discovering Miles Sinclair was the mastermind behind his troubles, Caleb Kramer went straight to the Hawthorne Group headquarters.

The one who had set him up to be arrested could be none other than Miles Sinclair.

Since Miles Sinclair had screwed him over so badly, it was only fair to return the favor with a grand "gift" of his own.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Hawthorne Group, the receptionist stopped him.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"An appointment?" Caleb Kramer crossed his arms. "I’m an acquaintance of your boss. Just call him and say Caleb Kramer is here to see him."

"I’m sorry, sir, but without an appointment, we can’t contact President Hawthorne for you."

Caleb Kramer glanced at the towering Hawthorne building, his face filled with envy.

When Damian Hawthorne’s father first took over, it was just a small firm. He never imagined it would grow to this scale.

’If I hadn’t been so shortsighted back then, taking that money to go abroad and keep quiet, I might have been part of the Hawthorne Group today.’

’Luckily, Damian Hawthorne is magnanimous and hasn’t held me accountable for what I did.’

"I have urgent business with Damian Hawthorne. If you cause a delay, you won’t be able to handle the consequences." Caleb knew about Damian’s history with Cecilia Nathan, and now she was about to marry Miles Sinclair. If he could expose Miles as the mastermind sooner rather than later, Damian might even be grateful.

After all, if Damian was displeased, he could have him thrown in jail at any moment.

His only choice now was to cling to Damian Hawthorne for dear life.

However, Caleb was unaware that his every move was already being monitored.

"Mr. Kramer, allow me to take you to President Hawthorne. I know where he is." A man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses approached Caleb.

Caleb looked him up and down. The man’s face was unfamiliar.

"And you are?"

"Oh, I’m Mr. Hawthorne’s new secretary. Please, follow me. President Hawthorne is expecting you."

After the man spoke, the receptionist gave him a curious look.

As Caleb walked away with the man, the young woman frowned and muttered to herself.

’Did Mr. Hawthorne hire a new secretary? Why wasn’t I informed?’

The more the receptionist thought about it, the more something felt off. To be safe, she decided to call Justin Bell.

"Hello, Assistant Bell. I was just wondering, did President Hawthorne hire a new secretary recently?"

Justin Bell replied, "What? Is President Hawthorne planning on giving me the boot?"

"No, no, not at all! I was just asking. It must have been a misunderstanding."

Afraid Justin would read too much into it, the receptionist quickly hung up.

’Maybe it really was just a misunderstanding...’ she thought.

On a Korsyth overpass, Damian Hawthorne’s sports car tore down the road.

Frances Bennett gripped the grab handle, her lips trembling with anxiety. "I’ll never understand why you young people like these convertibles. The wind is ruining my hair."

The Hawthorne family owned plenty of cars, but Damian always seemed to prefer the thrilling ones like this.

At her age, she definitely did not share his preference.

Damian’s jaw was tight, his gaze ice-cold.

Frances glanced at him. She knew he was in a terrible mood.

’How could he be in a good mood when the woman he loves is about to be proposed to by another man?’

"Sigh. If only we’d known it would come to this..."

She said it as much to herself as to him.

...

The top of the Korsyth Twin Towers was blanketed in flowers, all of them rare varieties flown in from overseas. It wasn’t just roses; there were countless other exclusive species as well.

On the highest floor of the towers, reporters were gathered, their faces filled with awe.

Miles Sinclair had truly spared no expense for this proposal.

The reporters were buzzing with excitement. When this story broke, it was guaranteed to make headlines.

This time, Miles hadn’t been secretive at all, inviting the press to witness the event.

And the reporters had cooperated, keeping the news under wraps until the big moment.

After all, Miles Sinclair was about to form a connection with the Nathans of Aethelgard.

They might not feel obligated to respect Miles Sinclair, but they certainly had to respect the Nathans of Aethelgard.

They didn’t have the courage to offend the wealthiest family in all of Veridia.

Once news of this proposal got out, it would likely cause a sensation not just in Korsyth or even Veridia, but across the entire world.

Chloe Sutton and Linden Nathan, who had been informed ahead of time, were already seated in a private suite. Watching the eager crowd outside the window, Linden Nathan’s eyes grew red.

After today, it would be official: his Cecilia was getting married.

To be honest, Linden was heartbroken to let her go.

Sitting on the other side of the room, Serena Hughes was excitedly texting Fiona Sinclair.

’I can’t believe I was invited too!’ she thought.

’And that two-faced Quinn Sutton wasn’t!’

Serena felt utterly vindicated.

On the video call, Fiona Sinclair sounded just as surprised. "You’re saying Miles Sinclair is going to propose to Cecilia Nathan?"

"Yes, Grandma. I don’t dare to film right now, but this news will blow up every major platform tonight. You’ll probably see me in the media coverage. Grandma, I told you my relationship with Cecilia has improved, but you didn’t believe me. I’m here at an event like this, and Quinn Sutton isn’t. Can’t you see which one of us is more important to her now?"

Fiona was clearly still skeptical. "Serena, it’s not that I don’t believe you, but it just seems impossible."

"Quinn Sutton knows Miles Sinclair. If he were really proposing, why wouldn’t he invite her to be there?"

"Because he’s afraid she’d cause a scene, obviously," Serena said sarcastically. "Grandma, we’re both women. Can’t you see how Quinn Sutton feels about Miles Sinclair? They aren’t just friends. She sees him as..."

Serena stopped herself before saying the word "lover." She glanced around, wary of eavesdroppers.

"Never mind. Just you watch. News of Miles Sinclair’s proposal is bound to break tonight."

Looking at all the pomp and circumstance, Serena was certain: Miles Sinclair was going to propose tonight.

Meanwhile, Chloe Sutton watched the spectacle with a sense of unease.

’Does Cecilia know he’s going to propose today?’

’Will she really accept his proposal?’

’If he’s surprising her and she doesn’t want to marry him, won’t this turn into a city-wide joke?’

Chloe wanted to text Cecilia but was afraid of influencing her decision.

Privately, she wasn’t a fan of Miles Sinclair.

She always had a feeling he wasn’t as wonderful as Cecilia made him out to be.

After some thought, she discreetly sent Cecilia a text message.

...

At that moment, Cecilia was sitting in Miles Sinclair’s car.

They were also on an overpass in Korsyth, and a sudden memory made Cecilia’s heart clench.

It was also in Korsyth, back when she’d been in the passenger seat just before the accident.

"Cecilia, what’s wrong?" Miles asked with concern.

"Oh, it’s nothing." Cecilia closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

’It’s over now. Everything is fine.’

Over the years, to conquer her fear from that incident, she had forced herself to drive occasionally, even taking up off-roading, all to overcome the trauma of the crash.

But now, with Miles at the wheel, it felt like history was repeating itself.

Just then, Cecilia’s phone buzzed. It seemed she had a new text message.

Cecilia was about to pull out her phone when Miles suddenly asked, "Cecilia, do you remember the dream I told you about a long time ago?"

Cecilia’s hand froze on its way to her phone. Her voice was gentle. "I remember. You said you wanted to make a name for yourself in the field of mathematics... and that you wanted to buy a house and build a little home for me."

"My dream hasn’t changed," Miles said, his eyes on the road, his voice magnetic and tender. "But Cecilia... are you still willing to build that home with me?"

Cecilia didn’t answer.

Just then, a car behind them started honking. HONK! HONK!

Miles slowed down, but the car behind them was relentless, laying on the horn.

’What’s going on?’

Cecilia frowned and glanced at the rearview mirror. A familiar blue Porsche sports car filled the reflection.