Guidelines for the Perfect Goodbye - Chapter 280

‘In the end, no matter what, this investment will end in failure for him.’

Currently, the Caswick Kingdom was desperate to maximize its dominance at sea. There’s no way they’d let the shipbuilding industry remain in private hands.

For Cecilia’s father, this would be a painful experience.

And if it came with a deep regret to go along with it, all the better.

“Diana, it looks like you finally have the chance to make yourself known to your enemy.”

Diana, who had been replying to investors, paused with her quill still in hand. She pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and wetted the pen’s tip with her tongue.

“Just say the word. Should I send it to your mansion?”

“No, Father isn’t at the Coffret Manor right now. Send it to Nigel Rosencrantz of the Rosencrantz Marquisate.”

“…I’m not here to ghostwrite your love letters, you know.”

“Love letter? Are you crazy?”

Her voice came out shrill and cracked. Taken aback, Cecilia let out a few hollow laughs and pressed her hand to her chest, lowering her voice.

“You have no idea how vain and suspicious my enemy is, do you? Like I said before, any letter sent directly from me would be treated as nothing more than a promotional leaflet.”

“You mean the whole envelope would end up as fire starter.”

“Exactly. Father trusts no one. But at least… there are a few people whose abilities he acknowledges.”

One of those was Nigel.

‘Whether Nigel will act according to my intentions is anyone’s guess.’

She had achieved her original goal in dealing with him. Beyond that, all she could do was rely on his goodwill.

‘Goodwill…’

To expect goodwill from the likes of Nigel Rosencrantz…

‘It’s probably a pointless hope.’

Dan’s name, like a lawyer’s business card, should be thrown out whenever the opportunity arises. If even one person bites, everything will go smoothly from there.

“All right. Since it’s your lover, he won’t just ignore it.”

“…Are you seriously insane?”

Diana stuck her tongue out in a sulky gesture. The ink-stained tip was pitch black.

“That can’t be good for you. Why do you keep putting so much effort into such a bad habit?”

Cecilia chided her and handed her a tissue.

“It’s just a habit. My father always did that, wetting a dry pen tip every time he worked on the ledgers. I watched and picked it up. Now it’s nearly impossible to fix.”

Suddenly, Cecilia wondered. What had she ever learned from her own father?

Nothing came to mind easily. In her childhood, Adam had been someone she didn’t even dare look at.

“By the way, you were right again this time. How do you always know everything in such detail?”

Diana’s question pulled Cecilia out of her brief thoughts. Cecilia tilted her head.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s so much I can’t even guess, but… I mean the tea company’s leak of confidential information. You predicted it, didn’t you?”

“Ah…”

Cecilia answered with meaning.

“Rather than predict, I saw it with my own eyes.”

“With a gypsy’s crystal ball?”

“Yes, with a crystal ball.”

“That’s an amazing ability.”

It was half a joke and half serious.

Since she had somehow gone back in time, it was only natural she remembered all the major events and incidents of the future.

The company Christian had invested in, and that Count Heens was eyeing, had been keeping its western tea cultivation method as a top secret. But the farm owner, dissatisfied with the profit margin between supply and distribution, leaked the secret, and as a result, the stock price plummeted overnight.

“Even if they filed for a patent, it wouldn’t have mattered. The current patent law rarely recognizes farming methods as scientific technology.”

Investment is subject to trends. When an investment catches on, everyone pours money in, and of course, the stock price rises rapidly, but likewise, negative news brings a severe backlash.

It’s unfortunate for those who, out of hope in words like ‘the first’ or ‘the leader’, stubbornly remain as shareholders, but with a mass exodus of farm owners, this company will end in bankruptcy.

‘I wonder what choice Christian made.’

If Caroline hadn’t told Christian about Dan, she could always have her pass on a second tip. Once Caroline verified Dan’s information was correct, drawing her in would be easy.

If she had already told Christian, and he had acted on it, all the better. Both Christian and Caroline would trust Dan’s information.

And if Christian heard everything and still didn’t act…

‘He’s probably walking barefoot through hell right about now.’

The feeling of having kicked away a chance to avoid disaster with his own feet would be indescribably shitty.

Cecilia had prepared several possible scenarios, since she didn’t know Christian inside and out.

But her father was different.

“Is the letter finished?”

“Yes, just needs to be sent.”

She could already see her father’s reaction. There was no way he would simply ignore this information.

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