Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 813

Diego wiped the sweat off his brow and said, "I'll swing by to pick you up. Oh, and maybe dress up a bit, okay?"

Nathalie teased him, "Worried I'll make you look bad?"

"Hehe, well, you know, a guy's girlfriend reflects his taste," Diego replied with a chuckle.

Nathalie quickly freshened up, adding a light touch of makeup to hide her tired look. She picked a dress from her closet, slipped it on, grabbed a purse, and headed out the door.

She waited by the entrance for Diego to arrive.

Meanwhile, a sleek black SUV was zipping down the road. Inside, Diego was with two of his buddies and a female classmate, chatting about their plans for the day.

Diego gave his friends a heads-up, "If any of you are interested in Jules's daughter, don't hold back."

One of them joked, "Come on, Diego, you're really trying to promote her. Is there something wrong with this girl?"

Diego laughed awkwardly, "Not exactly. It's just... well..."

Not knowing the full story, Diego guessed, "Maybe she had a rough breakup with a jerk, and now she's dealing with some depression. Her dad thinks a new relationship might help."

"Why don't you go for her yourself then?"

"She's divorced, and you know I've got a bit of a hang-up about that. But you guys don't share my hang-ups."

"Is she attractive?"

"I saw her once at her place. Honestly, she seemed a bit, um, unkempt."

The female classmate snapped, "She doesn't sound all that great. Diego, you're really trying to pawn her off on us? Some friend you are."

Diego chuckled, "Isn't that what friends are for?"

Their laughter mingled with the wind and drifted away.

Soon, the car pulled up to the entrance of the Stewart Estate, and everyone inside went quiet, awestruck by the grand, castle-like mansion.

"So she's loaded. I guess wealth can make up for a few quirks."

Diego rolled down the window and smiled, "Vivian, hop in the back."

Nathalie glanced at the female classmate in the passenger seat and the guys in the back, her eyes showing a hint of surprise.

"Oh, they're just classmates of mine. I offered them a ride since it’s on the way," Diego explained, a bit sheepishly.

Nathalie gracefully took a seat in the back.

The atmosphere in the car was tense, filled with unspoken thoughts.

The female classmate broke the silence, "Ashley, mind if I ask where you went to college?"

"The Milan Fashion Institute," Nathalie replied confidently.

"Isn't that school ranked pretty low?"

The condescending tone made Nathalie frown, sensing the girl's obvious hostility.