Chapter 1875 Putting An End To Her Peaceful Life
News of Cassandra''s downfall spread like wildfire-and even reached Ste, who had been holed up at home.
Ste''s life had be a miserable mess. She was constantly dodging debt collectors and living in quiet panic, tormented by the fear that Cecilia and Nathaniel mighte knocking on her door at any moment.
What she didn''t know was that this was exactly what Cecilia intended for her to live each day in dread.
Once Cassandra''s case was wrapped up, Cecilia turned her attention to the next name on her list. She sought out Sven to ask how Ste had been faringtely.
Sven reported that Ste had secluded herself in a rented apartment, barely stepping outside except to pick up deliveries or takeout.
"Seems like she''s still livingfortably," Cecilia remarked tly.
After everything Ste had done—and how close she''de to dragging Vivian
down with her-Cecilia had no intention of letting her off easy.
"It''s time her so-called peace came to an end," she said coldly.
Sven understood at once. Without a word, he set the wheels in motion.
That day, like usual, Ste stepped out to collect a parcel-only to find herself suddenly surrounded by a group of men.
"Where are you off to, superstar Ms. Ross?" the man in front sneered.
Ste''s eyes widened in panic. "I... I''m not going anywhere..."
"Why haven''t you repaid the money yet?" the man demanded, grabbing her arm.
"If it weren''t for you, our boss wouldn''t have been stuck in a losing deal, right?"
"I don''t have any money left. Please... I''m begging you," Ste pleaded, her voice trembling.
"If you''re broke, then you should be working to pay it off-not hiding out here." The men closed in around her.
Ste tried to run, but there was nowhere to go. Cornered and desperate, she had no choice but to agree to work off her debt.
But she was already cklisted-there was no way for her to earn money through legitimate means.
With no other option, Ste returned to the Royale Club.
Once, she had strutted through its halls posing as Queenie''s daughter, lording her fake status over the staff.
Now, walking back through those same doors, she was met with scorn. The employees who once bowed to her now looked at her with open contempt.
She had no choice but to endure it in silence, clinging to the hope that, eventually, the debt collectors would forget her.
But they didn''t. Every now and then, they came looking again.
Each day, Ste lived in a state of constant anxiety. She looked likez someone on the verge of
madness-disheveled, unstable, as if she hadpletely lost her grip on reality.
Then, she saw the news. Cecilia had officially be the president of Jamieson Group, fully taking over the reins.
Jealousy flickered in Ste''s eyes as she muttered bitterly, "Why is life so unfair? Why does Cecilia get everything?"
Frustrated but helpless, she seethed
in silence. While cursing Cecilia in her heart, she was also busy pulling strings, trying to arrange a meeting with her.
Meanwhile, Cecilia spent her days at thepany and the hospital, trying to spend whatever spare time she had with her mother.
"Ste''s at the entrance again," Sven informed her one day.
He sent her a video, and Cecilia yed it immediately. It showed Ste huddled
near thepany gates-unkempt and pitiful, like a beggar.
Lately, Ste had been appearing often, sometimes showing up at the hospital, other times loitering around Jamieson Group.
Cecilia stared at the video for a moment before speaking. "Set up a meeting with her somewhere."
Sven gave a nod. "Understood."
At a high-end restaurant, Ste sat
waiting for Cecilia. She nced around at the elegant interior, then lowered her eyes to her own disheveled reflection in the cutlery. She lookedpletely out of ce.
Finally, Cecilia arrived.
She hadn''t changed much over the years or so it seemed at first. But then Ste
noticed something. Cecilia was no longer wearing a hearing aid.
Cecilia walked directly to the table, took a seat across from her, and asked tly, "What do you want from me?"