Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 984

One dinner was all it took for Morris to earn the Sharp family's collective scorn.

Jules kept quiet the whole meal, but the brooding in his eyes gave him away. He wanted nothing more than to bring Morris to heel to turn this wild, stubborn spirit into a docile follower, loyal only to him. But looking at how Morris carried himself, so proud and untouchable, Jules figured he wouldn't need to lift a finger. The rest of the family—brothers, nephews, and all-would do the dirty work for him.

That thought made Jules secretly pleased. Still, on the surface, he played the fair mediator. "Nathan, Arthus is your younger brother-he's a bit hotheaded. Cut him some slack, will you? Your grandmother's kindly arranged a job for you at the company. You ought to thank her for looking out for you."

If Jules was good at putting up a front, Morris had mastered the art. He smiled, all polite and gentle, but his eyes were cold as ice. "Of course."

Then he added, "But I appreciate Grandmother's kindness. I won't be working at Vincent Corporation. Whether it sinks or swims, makes money or loses it, that has nothing to do with me."

The whole table went silent. Was he really turning down such a cushy gig?

The old lady stared at Morris, her face a tangle of emotions. She'd assumed he had his eyes on the family fortune, but now she wasn't so sure.

Or was he just playing hard to get?

spoke. "If Nathan doesn't want to work at the company, that's fine. You can stay

sounded gracious, but everyone heard the subtext: Morris was being cut out of the

get two hundred thousand, but they also get a share of

an allowance looked, it was nothing compared to the fortune that came

the stick, whether he

help but gloat. "Nathan, you don't lift a finger, but your allowance is the biggest.

I need money, I'll earn it myself. I don't need the family

again, the room

finishing his meal. He laid his chopsticks down dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and stood up, calm and collected.

at him, dumbfounded, he turned and left.

no sense of how things work,"

nothing to do

a

gone. "No point

She left, looking defeated.