Chapter 367


    Chapter 367 Her Deliberate Probe


    Cecelia shook her arm to get rid of the water and nced down at her wet clothes, quickly


    unbuttoning her cor to cool her skin.


    The tea was hot, and she felt much pain even though she had been scalded through the clothes.


    Her skin was fair, and her arms quickly turned red because of the burn.


    “I’m fine, but Mariah, I really don’t understand why you would do this?” Cecelia looked up at the


    woman in front of her with cold eyes.


    She had seen through Mariah’s trick, and she wanted to question Mariah why Mariah was targeting


    her.


    “Is Mariah helping Mizey deal with me?” Cecelia wondered


    Warda realized the trouble caused by his wife and looked at Cecelia’s scalded arm. With me in


    his eyes, he scolded, “Mariah, how could you be so careless? Look! You scalded Cecelia.”


    “I’m really sorry. I just wanted to get a new cup of tea. I didn’t notice Cecelia when she happened to


    come in. Oh no, Cecelia! Your clothes are wet, and your skin is red. It’s all my fault. Shall I take you


    to get changed and apply some ointment on you?”


    “No, thanks!” Cecelia rejected it.


    Through this incident, she realized that Mariah was a real angelic bitch.


    Since she dared to mess with Cecelia, Cecelia would get back at her sooner orter.


    When Alfred heard the news of Cecelia’s return, he ordered, “Cecelia is back. Get ready to serve


    dinner!”


    “Yes!”


    A sumptuous dinner was served, and everyone took their seats and began eating.


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    Cecelia didn’t see Mizey. Probably, Mizey didn’te because of her wounds.


    The crowd chatted during the meal, and Alfred no longer berated them due to Cecelia’s previous


    rule-breaking.


    Mariah seeded in her conspiracy and was in a good mood. During the meal, she smugly raised


    her eyebrows.


    She only slightly restrained herself when she met Cecelia’s eyes. Then she pretended to be nice


    and served Cecelia some food.


    “Cecelia, have a taste of this! It’s an authentic local dish from Porema. You can’t have it anywhere


    else.”


    Cecelia took a bite. “Yeah, it tastes good. Thank you, Mariah! It’s so nice of you. Courtesy demands


    reciprocity. Please have a taste, too!”


    Cecelia also stood up and served some dishes to Mariah.


    “Thank you, Cecelia. It’s really nice of you,” Mariah praised, happily eating the food that Cecelia


    had given her.


    When Cecelia served Mariah food back, Mariah just believed it to be a sign of fear, awe, and ttery


    from Cecelia. But in fact, Cecelia had discreetly drugged the food.


    After dinner, the crowd left one by one. Cecelia offered her arms to Alfred and walked him to the


    door.


    “You don’t have to walk me back to the room, Cecelia. Just go back and have a rest,” whispered


    Alfred.


    “It’s okay, Granduncle! I’ll apany you to your residence. There’s something I want to talk to you


    about.” Cecelia insisted.


    Alfred no longer refused and went back to his room with her. Once there, he asked, “What would


    you like to talk with me about?”


    “I want to ask you about my mother.” Cecelia sat down in a chair next to Alfred.


    Alfred looked at her and calmly said, “Yeah, you never mentioned your mother before. How is she


    doing?”


    Cecelia sneered. “Granduncle, are you seriously unaware of what happened to my mother?”


    “I truly have no idea,” whispered Alfred.


    “My mother seemed to pass away four years ago, but she didn’t actually die. She was abducted by


    someone named ck Hawk. Granduncle, you’re familiar with ck Hawk, right?”


    Facing Cecelia’s question, Alfred frowned, showing a hint of surprise on his face.


    Before Alfred could refute it, Cecelia took out a photo. “This is ck Hawk. He wanted to attack me,


    but I captured him. He told me that he worked for the Songo family. Granduncle, he’s one of your


    subordinates, right?”


    In reality, ck Hawk hadn’t said anything. Cecelia was just probing Alfred to see if he would spill


    the beans.


    Alfred carefully stared at the photo for a moment and nodded. “I do know, ck Hawk. He indeed


    used to work for the Songo family. However, once the job was done, I never had any contact with


    him again. Are you suspecting that I have something to do with your mother’s disappearance?”


    “Don’t you?” Cecelia asked.


    Alfred sighed heavily and swore, “Cecelia, I swear on my life that I have nothing to do with your


    mother’s disappearance.”


    “In that case, then tell me, what exactly did you ask ck Hawk to do?” Cecelia questioned.


    “As you know, the Songo family is involved in various businesses. Honestly, sometimes, wee


    across situations that require confidential handling, and we have to hire individuals privately for that.


    ck Hawk was hired specifically for that purpose, but he only carried about tasks within Porema. If


    you don’t believe me, I can show you our previous receipts.”


    Alfred turned and went into his room. After a short while, he came out with a wooden box, from


    which he took out a stack of receipts.


    “Please have a look! These are the receipts ck Hawk gave us when hepleted the tasks and


    got paid. There are his signatures.”


    Cecelia skeptically picked up the receipts and found that they were mission receipts from ck


    Hawk when he was still a killer of the Moro Organization several years ago.


    These missions were all about handling disputes between the Songo family and certain people in


    Porema, and indeed, they didn’t involve any other countries or tasks.


    Cecelia’s younger brother, Adam, had mentioned that he had fought against ck Hawk, and that


    happened in Bemanko.


    Cecelia wondered, “Could it be that someone else hired ck Hawk after ck Hawk left the Moro


    Organization?”


    But just these few receipts weren’t enough to prove that. Perhaps Alfred was hiding something


    else?


    Nevertheless, what Alfred said seemed reasonable and watertight.


    Cecelia still needed to confirm whether Alfred truly had no idea or was telling a lie.


    “Alright. Let’s not discuss ck Hawk. Granduncle, do you have the Songo family’s secret manual,


    The Collection of Fragrant Clothes, pray tell?”


    Cecelia directly asked about the secret book, and Alfred frankly answered, “Yes, I do have the


    second half of The Collection of Fragrant Clothes. I’ve been wanting to find the first half to revitalize


    the Songo family’s Fragrant Clothes, but so far, we haven’t found its whereabouts. Cecelia, did your


    grandmother or mother give you the first half?”


    Since Alfred had told the truth, Cecelia answered honestly, “Yes, they gave it to me.”


    Alfred’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Really? Cecelia, can you give the first half to me? Studying


    the Fragrant Clothes and reviving the Songo Group is my lifelong dream. Our Songo Dyehouse has


    been waiting for this day.”


    “Unfortunately, I can’t give it to you,” Cecelia sighed.


    “Why?”


    “I’ve already burned the first half,” answered Cecelia.


    “What? Did you burn it? Why? Do you know…?” Alfred stood up from his armchair with a pained


    and disappointed expression as if he had suffered from a significant blow.


    “It was just an old worn-out book. Anyway, I’ve kept the names of the spices and dyeing methods


    on it in my mind,” Cecelia casually remarked.


    But Alfred was pissed off. “Oh no! How could you burn the secret book? You know what? It has….”