Natalie's lips parted slightly as she spoke with an air of indifference. "Obviously, because my parents are dead."
There was no sadness, no shame, and no discomfort in her tone—only a twisted sense of satisfaction, like she was taking revenge.
Ethan realized that he was starting to understand Natalie less and less.
The fact that she was fluent in German lingered in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more irritated he felt. He despised any emotion toward her that wasn't pure dislike, even if it was just curiosity.
Austin had been in Italy for a while now, but there was still no news.
Meanwhile, the location scouting for the resort had begun, and Ethan buried himself in work. Whether at the office or back at the estate, he deliberately ignored Natalie's presence.
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