Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 892

The man sported a suit that screamed luxury, paired with a watch that probably cost a small fortune, and had eyes so sharp and intense they could give you chills. He had that unmistakable aura of someone who's been molded by the high society elite, a veteran of maneuvering from the top for years. Yet, despite his polished appearance, standing next to Greta, he seemed a bit out of place.

Greta, meanwhile, was all cozy, her arm tucked around his as they sauntered over to Morris. She kept up this sweet, innocent act, with a voice so syrupy it was almost dripping with honey.

"Sis, I've been searching for you forever. Finally bumped into you today," she chirped, though her eyes were sneakily darting over to Morris with a mischievous glint.

Nathalie's internal alarms were going off like crazy, and she instinctively moved to shield Morris.

"Greta? Never thought I'd run into you. Didn't check my stars today, guess that's why my luck's in the dumps," Nathalie shot back, her words sharp as a tack.

Instead of getting riled up, Greta just chuckled. "Oh dear, is my little sis getting protective over a man because she's got a crush?"

Nathalie's face turned frosty. "Don't call me your sister. I don't have a sister like you."

Stewart family heir, you've forgotten those

just a few lines, she

she turned to the distinguished-looking man beside her, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Jules, didn't

looked at Nathalie with a cold stare. "Ashley, I expected better from you, given your promising young career. But seeing you so heartless towards your sick sister is disappointing. We, at the

like that.

signing any contracts."

caught on. "You

the man replied,

Nathalie paused, collecting her

knew the Sharps

of

rising Swiftly in the business

American rich list, with their business overlapping with her Stewart Enterprise in many ways, making them both