Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 241

Nathan stood there, momentarily stunned, his usually captivating eyes now sparkling with newfound clarity.

"Does Nathalie see it that way, too?" he wondered to himself.

"Looks like the road to winning her might be longer than I thought," Nathan murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

His assistant, overhearing this, was taken aback. To him, Nathalie was someone who had faced many of life's harshest blows-having been homeless, weighed down by her family issues, divorced, and even having lost a kidney. Yet, there was Nathan, born into one of the wealthiest families, blessed with both looks and brains, and with a knack for the unpredictable-a true prodigy. How could Nathalie ever be a match for someone like him?

The assistant could only sigh at Nathan's predicament.

That weekend, Nathalie got a text from Nathan: [Hey, up for some extra work today?]

Being the work enthusiast she was, she didn't hesitate. [Sure thing.]

[Great, mind swinging by my place to pick me up?] Nathan asked, pushing his luck just a bit.

[Always happy to help my boss,] Nathalie responded with an easy-going smile.

[I'll be waiting at home, then.]

[Okay, be there soon.]

Nathalie drove over to the gate of the Rowland family estate. The security guards gave her a curious look but greeted her with friendly smiles as they opened the gate. As her car rolled away, she caught snippets of their hushed conversation. "Looks like today's going to be interesting. I smell drama," one of them chuckled.

"Even if she's pretty, her background and her divorce only make her fit to be Mr. Nathan's sidekick. No way he'd ever let someone like her into his life."

"Being linked to Mr. Nathan is already hitting the jackpot for her. Heard he spent a fortune just to keep her happy."

Nathalie's expression turned sour. She reversed the car, and the guards fell silent, startled.

She parked right in front of them and

addressed them openly, "My relationship with Mr. Nathan is strictly business. He pays me, and I work hard. Do you really think. Krely on just my looks to earn a

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The guards, embarrassed, mumbled apologies, "Sorry, Ms. Nathalie, we didn't mean anything by it."

"That wasn't funny. It's a blow to my pride. I work hard and earn my keep through my skills, not my appearance," Nathalie shot back. "We're really sorry."

Deciding to let it go, Nathalie drove off. The guards wiped the nervous sweat from their brows.

"Think she was telling the truth?" one asked.

"Who knows?" replied the other.

"Millions spent, huh? Mr. Nathan hasn't showered any other woman with that kind of cash. There's definitely more to their relationship." "Still, she seems pretty decent."

"True, we bad-mouthed her, and she didn't flip out like others might have."

Nathalie parked in the underground lot and had initially planned to go up and see Nathan herself. However, the guards' gossip served as a reminder. It was best to keep a bit of distance to avoid any unnecessary rumors.

Instead, she stayed in the car and called Nathan.

"I'm here, Nathan."

"Come on up," Nathan replied curtly, his words carrying a subtle urgency. Nathalie wanted to say more, but he had already hung up.

With a resigned sigh, she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking as she walked gracefully towards the Rowland family's house. Today, their home seemed particularly bustling.