Reborn From Oblivion

"It looks like Mr. Jules isn't too fond of me. No point in sticking around to be

humiliated. I'll try my luck elsewhere," Morris said, turning his wheelchair to head

out.

Nathalie, feeling both sorry for Morris and annoyed with Jules, couldn't hold back any longer. "Jules, have you even considered why he's here? If he wanted a job, why would he come all this way? Stewart Enterprises is the perfect place for him to shine."

Morris glanced back and called, "Nathalie, let's go."

With no other choice, Nathalie followed Morris out the door.

Jules, however, was left mulling over Nathalie's words, his usually composed face clouded with confusion.

Given Morris's talents, he certainly didn't need to hunt for a job. The most prestigious families had once held him in high regard. He could easily pick a top- notch position, becoming a valued asset anywhere.

Yet here he was, choosing to come to the Sharp family. Why?

After Morris and Nathalie left, Jackson strolled in. He let out a dramatic sigh of relief and said with a smirk, "Big bro, did you send them packing? Smart move. That Morris guy is shady. If he joins the Sharp family, who knows what might happen? With his genius-level hacking skills, if he got into our tech department, it could be disastrous. Our core technology is a closely guarded secret. If he leaked it, we'd be in deep trouble."

Jules nodded. "Don't worry. I've got it under control."

Back at the Stewart Estate.

When Morris and Nathalie got home, Lincoln jumped up from the couch as soon as he saw his daughter's downcast expression.

"Vivian, how did it go?"

Nathalie flopped onto the sofa, hugging a pillow, and pouted, "Your old buddy isn't as friendly as you made him out to be. Honestly, he seemed pretty cold."

Nathalie, mindful of Morris's feelings, decided to keep her criticism of Jules to a minimum.noveldrama

Lincoln looked at Morris, puzzled. "Nathan, what happened? Didn't Jules roll out the welcome mat?"

Morris nodded silently. "I think Jackson's been whispering in his ear, so he's got a bit of a bias against us."

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Lincoln fumed, "That old fool. My daughter visiting him should be an honor If he doesn't appreciate t, I'll pay him a visit myself and see if success has gone to his head."

But Nathalie nailed the issue. "Dad, this probably has something to do with Greta."

Mentioning Greta made Nathalie uneasy.

Old memories of everything going wrong whenever Greta was around lingered in her mind, refusing to fade.

Lincoln gritted his teeth. "Three years and she's still around? Now she's cozied up to Jackson in the Sharp family? That woman's as crafty as they come."

Nathalie nodded, "Yeah." Just the thought of Greta filled her with a strange anxiety.

Morris gave her hand a reassuring pat. "Don't worry. Karma's got her number."

Lincoln's expression shifted... Morris's intentions were crystal clear to him.

Was Morris planning to use what little time he had left to help Nathalie deal with Greta, even if it meant risking everything?

"Don't do anything rash, Nathan. Leave Greta to me. I'll take care of it," Lincoln insisted.

The moon might wax and wane, but life's never perfect.

Back in her bedroom, Nathalie was deep in thought.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a

new

poppication. A friend requeste want to know Morris's secre

up with a message: "Nellie,