The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Chapter 111 Find That Mystery Man

Marcus' gaze was cold and piercing as he scanned Natalie from head to toe. It was as if he was trying to see through her.

Natalie found his reaction odd but remained calm. She had come to Dithoria State solely to treat Charles' illness. Once her job was done, she planned to leave and never cross paths with this handsome but clearly troubled man again.

She gave Marcus a slight nod as a greeting. Then, she called Connie to join her as they headed to Charles' bedroom.

Connie had already set everything up, and after a good night's rest, Charles was feeling quite refreshed. When they entered, Charles patted the spot next to him with a smile.

He asked warmly, "Connie and Nath, did you both sleep well last night? You two have really worked hard, especially you, Nath. I know this hasn't been easy for you!"

Charles chuckled as he praised them. "Connie's acupuncture technique was amazing. I didn't feel any pain at all. And before I knew it, the session was over."

Connie smiled shyly and instinctively glanced at Natalie. Since Natalie was disguised as a man, they were not sharing the same room. Connie could not help but wonder how Natalie managed to bind her chest so tightly that it left no trace.

"We rested well, thank you for asking, Grandpa Charles," Natalie replied as she sat on the bed. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm feeling great," Charles said with a sigh of relief. "As long as I stay calm and don't stress, things should be fine. Marcus told me that in three months, the little tumor near my heart should be completely cured."

He sighed again, his expression tinged with nostalgia. "I don't know how much longer I have, but I've lived a good life—eating and drinking well, thoroughly enjoying myself. I really can't complain."

He continued, "The only thing I regret is not living long enough to see Marcus get married and have kids." Charles glanced at Natalie with a meaningful look. "Nath, don't let Marcus' polished, unfriendly image fool you. Sure, everyone treats him with respect and calls him Mr. Holden, but he's had a tough life."

Natalie raised a skeptical brow. If someone like Marcus, born with every advantage, was suffering, then there probably was not anyone truly struggling in this world.

to catch her doubt and quickly added, "I don't mean material hardships. I'm talking about emotional burdens. Sometimes, the higher you stand, the heavier the weight you carry. My precious grandson lives such a disciplined life that he's

hard to believe that Marcus was anything like a monk. After all, the way he had looked at her after being drugged definitely did not feel like the gaze of someone disinterested in such things. Still, she had to admit, his self-control

what kind of person Marcus likes,

Natalie's reaction. "I saw a man coming out of

kept his head down, so I couldn't see his face. When I asked Sheldon about it, he said the man must've been someone Marcus snuck

Charles had put her in a tough spot, and she had

earnestly, "Nath, since you're a man too, I want you to help me

saw leaving Marcus' room last night was

a deep breath and decided to come clean. "Grandpa Charles, the man you saw leaving Marcus'

had told a joke. "Don't kid around, Nath. Marcus may not know who you are, but I do. There's no way it was you! Anyone could've been in that brat's room but definitely not

laugh. "I know you're trying to cover for Marcus, but you don't

"Anyway, isn't it time for the acupuncture, Connie?" "Yes, Grandpa Charles,"

sighed and lay back, pulling on an eye mask to relax. "Nath, make sure you help me find out who Marcus

he closed his eyes and waited for the

followed by Marcus' deep, commanding voice.

wearing his eye mask, Charles

sleek black lounge set with matching slippers. His cold, stern

Connie. "Connie,

replied, pulling out her acupuncture kit. She glanced at Natalie, who gave her a slight nod, signaling her to proceed without

pale, slender fingers moving gracefully. She placed each needle precisely on the designated points on Charles' back,

The way her hands worked—calm, confident, and precise—- made the

scent of herbal medicine filled the air. Gentle instrumental music played softly in the background, adding to

the timer on the table and waited patiently. When the time was up, she carefully removed each needle, then applied a small amount of ointment to Charles' back using her fingertips. Once the procedure was complete, Natalie packed up her tools and signaled Connie to handle the cleanup.

a much softer tone, he asked, "Grandpa, how are you