Reborn From Oblivion

The man sported a suit that screamed luxury, paired with a watch that probably cost a small fortune, and had eyes so sharp and intense they could give you chills. He had that unmistakable aura of someone who's been molded by the high society elite, a veteran of maneuvering from the top for years. Yet, despite his polished appearance, standing next to Greta, he seemed a bit out of place.

Greta, meanwhile, was all cozy, her arm tucked around his as they sauntered over to Morris. She kept up this sweet, innocent act, with a voice so syrupy it was almost dripping with honey.

"Sis, I've been searching for you forever. Finally bumped into you today," she chirped, though her eyes were sneakily darting over to Morris with a mischievous glint.

Nathalie's internal alarms were going off like crazy, and she instinctively moved to shield Morris.

"Greta? Never thought I'd run into you. Didn't check my stars today, guess that's why my luck's in the dumps," Nathalie shot back, her words sharp as a tack.

Instead of getting riled up, Greta just chuckled. "Oh dear, is my little sis getting protective over a man because she's got a crush?"

Nathalie's face turned frosty. "Don't call me your sister. I don't have a sister like you."

Greta didn't let up, though. "Now that you're the Stewart family heir, you've forgotten those days we all leaned on our adoptive family."noveldrama

With just a few lines, she painted Nathalie as the ungrateful type.

Then she turned to the distinguished-looking man beside her, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Jules, didn't I tell you my sister's tough to deal with?"

Jules looked at Nathalie with a cold stare. "Ashley, I expected better from you, given your promising young career. But seeing you so heartless towards your sick sister is disappointing. We, at the Sharp family, can't associate with

someone like that. No point in

signing any contracts."

"The Sharp family?" Nathalie suddenly caught on. "You mean the tech bigwigs from America?"

"That's right," the man replied, full of himself.

Nathalie paused, collecting her

thoughts. She knew the Sharps were

a family of Chinese immigrants

who'd settled in North America, rising Swiftly in the business world.

They were top-tier on the American rich list, with their business overlapping with her Stewart Enterprise in many ways, making them both ideal partners and fierce competitors.

The potential partnership was something the tech wizards at Stewart had worked tirelessly to secure. But now, her rocky history with Greta seemed to be a

stumbling block, putting the whole deal at risk.

Eager not to let this chance slip away, Nathalie softened her tone. "Mr. Jules, there's a lot between Greta and me that you may not know about. We've had some serious past issues, which is why I'm cautious around her."

Jules shot back, "Hmph, I can see for myself. They say a smile can break the ice, but you attacked your sister, who's seriously ill. You're lacking in compassion and empathy. We at Vincent Corporation can't afford to be associated with such coldness."

Nathalie was left at a loss for words.

"Ahem," Morris suddenly interjected, clearing his throat.

Everyone turned to look at Morris as he casually remarked, "So, the Sharp family does business based on who's more compassionate and empathetic, huh? You pride yourselves on being all about charity, but how charitable are you really?"