"Are you sure he's deceased?"
Justin Bell thought for a moment, then nodded. "The information I found confirms he is deceased. I even have a copy of the death certificate."
Damian Hawthorne's eyes darkened.
He couldn't quite describe the feeling. Privately, he wished the man wasn't dead.
When someone dies, they plant a tree in the hearts of those who loved them—a tree that can never be removed.
A pang of pain shot through Damian Hawthorne's chest at the thought.
In the end, this Miles Sinclair had become Cecilia's one that got away.
"After he died, what was... Cecilia like?"
"President Hawthorne, as for Miss Cecilia Nathan... I couldn't find anything at all," Justin Bell said, sounding helpless.
They could find information on Miles Sinclair, but not a single trace of Cecilia.
If they couldn't see what was going on by now, they'd have to be fools.
Cecilia's information had definitely been hidden, and deliberately so.
