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."

let up, though. "Now that you're the Stewart family heir, you've forgotten those days

few lines, she painted

dripping with sweetness. "Jules, didn't I tell you my sister's tough

you, given your promising young career. But

that. No

signing any contracts."

Nathalie suddenly caught on. "You mean the tech bigwigs

right," the man replied,

Nathalie paused, collecting her

She knew the

family of

rising Swiftly in the

top-tier on the American rich list, with their business overlapping with her