Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 584

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Chapter 584 The Capital was a tough place, no doubt about it. A woman, with a no-nonsense look, snapped at the bodyguards, "Why are you just standing there? Grab her. I'll deal with her when I have time. She needs to spill the beans on why she's getting close to me." With a swift move, the bodyguards pinned Nathalie down. She was frail, and a cry of pain escaped her lips.

The man in the wheelchair seemed to twitch a bit. He looked up suddenly. Even though his eyes were hidden behind dark shades, there was something about him that was undeniably intimidating. Nathalie immediately stopped resisting.

To her surprise, the bodyguards let her go, as if on cue.

The man cleared his throat, his voice was deep and magnetic, "Let her go.

"1 Even though the voice was new to her, it oddly felt familiar, almost comforting.

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Nathalie leaned in slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of his face through the dark lenses.

The man lifted his head, meeting her eyes directly.

Nathalie, feeling a bit shy, stepped back.

His lips curled into a teasing smile, "Do you think I'm handsome?" He seemed genuinely amused.

Nathalie shook her head, flustered.

His smile faded, clearly not pleased with her reaction.

Quickly, she tried to fix the moment, "No, you are handsome. But that's not it. There's something about you that feels familiar. Have we met before?" He paused before saying, "No." Turning to his assistant, he said, "Let's go." The group moved into the elevator, leaving Nathalie standing there, lost in her thoughts.

She scratched her head, musing, "Where have I seen him before?" Nathalie headed back to Greta's hospital room, her mind swirling with questions. Greta was calm now, sitting on her bed, savoring the meal Miranda had brought.

A bit of jam lingered on Greta's lips, and Miranda gently wiped it away with her finger.

Witnessing this tender moment, Nathalie felt a pang of longing she couldn't quite place. The maid tugged at her hand, "Ma'am, it's getting late. We should head back." en Nathalie nodded and walked out.

At the hospital entrance, she noticed Miranda hadn't caught up. So, she sat on a nearby wooden bench, waiting patiently.

In the director's office on the third floor, a man in a wheelchair sat by the large window. He removed his sunglasses, revealing eyes that were both sharp and captivating.

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He looked down, his gaze landing on the wooden bench. Whatever he saw seemed to clear the clouds from his face, leaving him looking remarkably bright and handsome.

en His assistant, curious, asked, "Sir, why are you being so easy on her?" The man's voice was cool, "Easy?"

The assistant continued, "If anyone else touched your things, you'd be furious. Anything touched usually E gets tossed and replaced." He replied calmly, "My OCD depends on the person." The assistant was taken aback.

She glanced at the woman on the bench, puzzled. In all her years, she'd never seen him make an exception for anyone. Why was this woman different?

"So, sir, should we still look into why she's trying to get close to you?" the assistant asked. "No need," he replied.

The assistant pressed on, "But sir, she cfrom Greta's Greta's room She might be trying to find out about your connection to Greta." His voice turned icy, "Do I need to say it again?"

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