Reborn From Oblivion

Nathalie was completely taken aback. The McCoy family's advancements in Al were truly something else. So there was no doubt Nathan originated from them. But who was the genius behind Nathan's creation?

"Jaime, you're just full of it. If the McCoy family's Al was really that groundbreaking, why would Frankie let them stay under the radar for so long?"

"It's because my cousin..." Jaime caught himself mid-sentence and clammed up, glaring defiantly at Nathalie.

"You have a cousin?" Nathalie's curiosity was piqued, her dark eyes wide with interest. "Is your cousin Nathan?"

"Nathan? Isn't he just the doll the McCoy family gifted you? No way he could be my cousin," Jaime scoffed.

Nathalie's expression hardened. "Don't you dare badmouth Nathan. Regardless of what you think, he's a creation of the McCoy family. You all gave him life, and he deserves respect."

Jaime seemed stung by her words, looking frustrated.

Nathalie pressed on, "So, what's the name of this amazing cousin of yours? Why isn't he known around the Capital?"

Jaime rolled his eyes, "If I told you, it might just blow your mind."

Nathalie replied, "With such a genius in the McCoy family, you should make the most of it. Don't wait until it's too late and live to regret it."noveldrama

Jaime shot back, "The McCoy family won't fall. Among the Capital's big four families, we're not the ones to crumble. Not as long as my cousin returns..."

Nathalie's face was a picture of surprise and intrigue. "Where did your cousin go?"

Jaime's face twitched, like he wanted to spill the beans but something held him back.

"Ashley, the McCoy family business is none of your concern."

"You should leave. My great-aunt won't see you."

Nathalie studied the McCoy family mansion, her resolve to meet Jaime's cousin growing stronger. She had to meet him. But with Jaime's firm dismissal, she had no choice but to leave. She'd be back-there was plenty of time. swnovel

Over at Stewart Enterprises, Greta was wheeling Miranda down the hallway. Miranda, dressed simply, wore the hardships of life on her sallow lined face. Her silver hair was casually tied up, a stark contrast to her daughter's polished look. swnovel

Employees couldn't help but sneak glances at the mother-daughter pair, some

even stopping Greta to ask, "Hey, Assistant Joe, who's the old lady?"

Greta felt a twinge of embarrassment, pretending not to hear her colleagues' remarks.

"Spitting image of Assistant Joe-definitely related."

"Didn't think Assistant Joe's mom would look that old."

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Greta quickened her pace, pushing Miranda into the CEO's office, where the chatter abruptly stopped.

"She's related to the CEO. Let's get back to work."

Lincoln sat at his desk, his expression distant, even cold, as he looked at Miranda.

Miranda, feeling awkward, tried to lighten the mood. "Lincoln, I hope I'm not barging in."

Lincoln checked his watch, "You've got five minutes. I have a meeting soon."

Miranda quickly said, "Lincoln,

Greta's condition is serious. The doctors say we need to do the transplant surgery ASAP. But we're broke, and I was hoping to borrow some money from you." swnovel

Lincoln casually flipped through his files and asked, "Sis, you must be kidding. She's married into Dawson International. How could she not have money for treatment?"