Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 781

With the profits from her savvy investments, she snapped up factories and shops, raking in hefty rental income. Nathalie sat quietly at her computer, lost in a swirl of emotions. She was grappling with the fact that every single dollar raked in by Maple Company was squeaky clean and above board.

Morris had an uncanny knack for business-his instincts were nothing short of brilliant. Whether it was jumping on the next big thing in live streaming, timing his stock market moves just right, or sealing deals in artificial intelligence, he always had a finger on the pulse of opportunity. Looking back at a decade of his business ventures, it was clear: this guy was a natural-born genius.

He'd made his first fortune selling his initial Al robot, without any upfront capital. With that modest start, he slowly but surely built his business empire.

A wave of sadness washed over Nathalie; the money Morris had given her was clean as a whistle. Yet here she was, trying to dig up some dirt? She chuckled at her own foolishness, feeling like she had tainted his pure-hearted generosity.

With mixed feelings, she wandered through Maple Company's internal network. The site was a masterclass in understated elegance-black as a starry night, sprinkled with stars twinkling in varying shades of brightness. The bold white text and minimalist images made it pop in a fresh, eye-catching way.

At the bottom, she noticed a little seed, and it took her a moment to realize-it was a sunflower, ready to burst through the soil. A strange feeling stirred inside her: a hope that Nathan would someday rise like that sunflower from the darkness.

was floored to see

had been thriving, and Vivian was its biggest shareholder and the official face of the company. A shiver ran down her spine. Nathan had known her true identity all along, even a decade

possibly known she'd come back to claim her roots now? The whole thing was

Company, her shock only deepened. The admiration she had once felt for the company's founder

carve out a commercial empire for her. She was the wealthiest woman in the Capital. But

a deep, aching sadness. The carefree life she'd enjoyed was all thanks to Nathan carrying

Nathan! Nathan!

billion dollars to her own bank account. Then, grabbing her

days later, the Capital was buzzing with a scandalous headline: "Rowland family's young

the city, a mix of joy for some