Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1813: Your mother is a fool

Meeting Nathalie Zorken for the second time was unlike the first.

In Zoren’s original timeline, their meeting was brief. Only a few words were exchanged before gunshots echoed in the air. But in this timeline, here they were, seated across from each other, the steam of hot, aromatic tea wafting through their nostrils. Cupcakes, muffins, and other snacks adorned the table, making it look like a casual meetup.

The only things that hinted this wasn’t just a casual tea time were the armed men surrounding the pavilion and a strange, faint yet distinct, foul stench in the air.

Zoren fluttered his dark eyelashes, meeting the same dark eyes mirroring him.

Across from him sat a middle-aged woman who showed no signs of aging. There were no visible wrinkles or fine lines, and her hair was styled in a retro pin-up victory curl. Red lips, a naturally contoured small face, and a distinct beauty mark on her right eyelid completed her look.

A timeless beauty, indeed.

It was just that this beauty was barely skin deep. Inside, she was as rotten as she was beautiful.

"Zoren." Finally, Nathalie spoke, her dark eyes studying the young man across from her. "Surely, Naylani is terrible at coming up with names. Zoren—Zorken—and here I thought she loathed the Zorken Family."

Zoren didn’t answer, just stared at her.

Even in this lifetime, she was telling him the same thing she had initially said in their previous life, only under different circumstances.

a smirk. "I suppose you

mouth remained

here all alone," she continued as she reached for the teacup in front of her.

her eyes

think the result in this timeline will be the same as the first one?" she added before taking

didn’t answer, remaining quiet. A smile took over her face as she placed

didn’t know you came here just to look at me," she humored. "Why? Do I remind you of

of my heart, I’ll offer you my ear.

what to tell her, but because what he wanted to say had already

have a question for

wouldn’t budge or speak. What was the point of his coming here? But then again, she wasn’t

back as she studied him. Much to his surprise, what came

she said. "Naylani—she loved your father, Enzo

brows crinkled slightly while she smiled at his brief, subtle reaction. That was the first. So,

this world. Wealth... power... she could’ve gotten everything," she hummed, tapping her index finger on the armrest. "I must admit, I wasn’t sure who would win between us. Naylani is truly something. No matter how much

I think she would

a fool for a man. So, I believe it’s not me who killed her; it is you and your father who killed

was telling the truth, Zoren thought. Or maybe, she was bluffing—giving

for the real Naylani: did she love