Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 620

Nathalie was absolutely intrigued by the high-tech Al car. "How can such an

incredible invention exist? I guess I've really been out of the loop when it comes to Al developments," she mused, her curiosity piqued.

The assistant just smiled, saying nothing. There was a lot about cutting-edge Al that Nathalie still didn't know.

As the sky grew darker, the rain poured down even harder, flooding the streets so badly that the water reached up to people's waists. Many lower-level buildings were submerged, and people were rushing to find higher ground.

Watching the stranded pedestrians from the window, Nathalie felt a pang of empathy for their helplessness in the face of this natural disaster. Her worry was evident. "What will happen to them?" she wondered aloud.

The assistant chuckled dismissively. "There are countless injustices in the world. If you tried to fix each one, you'd be overwhelmed. Just look out for yourself."

Nathalie was taken aback by the cold remark and thought of the aloof man in the wheelchair. She couldn't help but ask, "Is your boss as cold and unfeeling as you?"

The assistant paused briefly before answering, "My boss doesn't mingle with people. Whether he's indifferent or cares deeply about the world, I have no idea."

of comfort. Deep down, she hoped he was a

unsympathetic assistant paid no mind to the people outside and swiftly drove the car to the Sunflower Club. The club, built on an elevated foundation,

long ramp, the assistant pulled into the basement. Nathalie took the elevator up from the basement

was full of cautionary advice, "My boss is a bit of a

fond of chatty people, so try

brought for him-I don't know how much it's worth, but he's really particular, especially about personal clothing. He insists on soft, comfortable materials and prefers things to be simple and low-key. Most crucially, he

paler by the

she had crafted wasn't a single color, she had embroidered a cluster of roses in dark red thread on the cuffs. If he disliked multi-colored or patterned items, her gift might not be the hit

assistant muttered, "If he's not pleased,

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anxiety mounting after the assistant's stern warnings. She knew he was difficult, but

realized just how challenging

hobe.

his warnings, the assistant took a deep breath and knocked on

commanding voice from inside