Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 584 The Capital was a tough place, no doubt about it. A woman, with a no-nonsense look, snapped at the bodyguards, "Why are you just standing there? Grab her. I'll deal with her when I have time. She needs to spill the beans on why she's getting close to me."

With a swift move, the bodyguards pinned Nathalie down. She was frail, and a cry of pain escaped her lips.

The man in the wheelchair seemed to twitch a bit. He looked up suddenly. Even though his eyes were hidden behind dark shades, there was something about him that was undeniably intimidating. Nathalie immediately stopped resisting.

To her surprise, the bodyguards let her go, as if on cue.

The man cleared his throat, his voice was deep and magnetic, "Let her go.

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Even though the voice was new to her, it oddly felt familiar, almost comforting.

Nathalie leaned in slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of his face through the dark lenses.

The man lifted his head, meeting her eyes directly.

Nathalie, feeling a bit shy, stepped back.

His lips curled into a teasing smile, "Do you think I'm handsome?"

He seemed genuinely amused.

shook her head,

not pleased with her

that's not it. There's something about you that

paused before

to his assistant, he

leaving

musing, "Where have I

Greta's hospital room, her mind swirling with questions. Greta was calm

her bed, savoring the meal Miranda

and Miranda gently wiped

Witnessing this tender moment,

she couldn't quite place. The maid tugged at her hand,

late. We

en

nodded and

she noticed Miranda hadn't caught up. So, she sat on a

office on the third floor, a man in a wheelchair sat by the large window. He removed his

down, his gaze landing on the wooden bench. Whatever he saw seemed to clear the clouds from his face, leaving him looking remarkably bright