Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 583

Greta, clearly rattled, blurted out, "A secret for a billion bucks, you're getting a good deal here. I'm at the end of my rope; I need a ton of money for medical treatment. That's why I'm pushing you into this exchange. If you're not interested, just forget it... please, don't hurt me. I was wrong."

A secret worth a billion?

Nathalie was taken aback. What kind of secret could be worth that much cash?

"How many secrets are you holding onto?" Nathalie asked, curiosity piqued.

Greta started counting on her fingers, "You're not the real power behind Maple Company... there's another heir to the McCoy family... and even you're not..."

Suddenly, Greta's eyes widened in fear towards the door. She hastily pulled the blanket over her head...

Sensing something was off, Nathalie quickly turned her gaze to the door.

She spotted a man in a wheelchair gliding by like a ghostly breeze.

Nathalie could barely discern that it was indeed a man in the wheelchair.

Puzzled, she glanced at Greta, who was now trembling under the covers, "Greta, what's got you so scared? Nathan's not here."

"He is," Greta's muffled voice came from beneath the blanket.

Those words hit Nathalie like a jolt. Suddenly, she realized something and dashed out.

She sprinted down the hallway, catching up with the man in the wheelchair by the elevator. He was tall and slender, and even in a plain white shirt and black pants, he carried an undeniable grace.

For a brief moment, she mistook him for Nathan.

The assistant, not buying her excuse, scoffed, "That's a pathetic excuse. Don't think I don't know your type. Always trying to climb the social ladder, either by taking etiquette classes or shamelessly trailing wealthy folks like him. Unfortunately, your performance is lacking... Now, tell me, which friend of yours is in a wheelchair? Name them, and if I find out they exist, I'll let it slide."

Nathalie frowned, knowing she had been caught in a lie.

She hadn't mistaken him for someone else; she wanted to see who this man was that had shaken Greta so much.

But she hadn't expected such a tough assistant.

"Can't name anyone? Then we'll treat you like a stalker." The assistant snapped her fingers, and out of nowhere, several bodyguards appeared, surrounding Nathalie.

Nathalie kept her cool. Naturally brave and unafraid of injustice, she felt a surge of anger at this unwarranted bullying.

She raised her chin defiantly and retorted, "You don't get to decide what's right or wrong. Does your mouth represent the law? If not, I'd suggest you keep it shut. I've already said I mistook him for someone else, and I haven't harmed your boss in any way. What right do you have to detain me?"