Rebirth Of Vengeance

Chapter 12

James smirked, a teasing glint in his eye. "Natalie, you throw around words like a guy, not a lady."

Her cheeks flamed red. "What's that supposed to mean?" she shot back, trying to sound more annoyed than flustered. "Just get me to my room." James complied, lifting her into the elevator. Curious, Natalie asked, "James, why not take the stairs? It could be a nice workout carrying me up." James rolled his eyes playfully. "You're no lightweight, you know" He brushed off her question about the stairs, sure that his leather jacket and floral shirt were enough to turn heads without needing any extra workout.

Natalie smiled, grateful for her brother's support. He was her rock, and she no longer needed anyone else's approval. With James by her side, nothing else mattered.

In her past life, she had chased her biological family's affection, only to face pain and disappointment, losing her beloved grandpa and brothers in the end. But that was behind her now.

Three months had gone by since her departure, and the silence from the Simpson family suggested that Wendy hadn't uncovered any truths. In her past life, Wendy had died in ignorance, and it seemed this time would be no different. "James, I was the one who saved Mrs. Spencer. Can you believe it?" Natalie asked, seeking his support.

he questioned, his expression darkening as

be tough for you to work with the

Murray, who appeared to be a laid-back playboy, was actually a shrewd

she'd accidentally created a powerful rival, which troubled her greatly. James brushed off her concern. "We don't need them. There are plenty of other opportunities. Who knows, maybe the Spencers will be out of the picture

optimism, but she was determined to seek out

tucking her into bed and ruffling her hair. "Don't worry, Natalie. We're Simpsons-we don't need to rely on anyone else," he said

a teasing glint in her eyes, Natalie declared, "I'm going to forget my troubles and daydream about a bunch of cool guys all

the room, worried he might somehow

She