"Hehe..." Natalie rubbed her nose sheepishly and yfully swung her


    grandfather''s arm. “Grandpa, I knew you loved me best." Who needed a man when you had money? She was incredibly wealthy; she just preferred to be low- key about it. From now on, she would dedicate herself to being a rich, single


    woman.


    "Hmph. At least you have some conscience left," the old man grumbled. He nced around but didn''t see Queena. "That little girl Queena doesn''t even have a boyfriend. Why is she sleeping in sote?" They were all of marriageable age, yet none of them seemed to be in a hurry. He was the only one stressing about it. "Grandpa, what kind of logic is that? Are you saying women with boyfriends are alwayste risers?" Natalie asked, genuinely confused.


    The old man''s face flushed. Was the girl really that clueless, or was she just pretending? "Fine, fine. You young people work too hard. You deserve to sleep in.” He huffed and went to the breakfast table, his eyelids drooping. He couldn''t keep up with the youth anymore.


    Natalie called Queena, who was still deep in sleep after ate night of reading. The ringing phone woke her, and she answered with a groan. "Hello? Whoever this is, I hope you know that disturbing someone''s sleep is bad karma.”


    Natalie shuddered. "Queena, time to get up. Breakfast is ready," she said, her voice full ofughter. The books in her study were irresistible; she knew her friend must have been up all night.


    "Natalie, I''m so sorry," Queena mumbled apologetically. "Your study is amazing, and this bed is toofortable. I can''t get up. Please apologize to your grandfather for me. Let me dream a little longer. I''ll never find a bed this good back home."


    Natalie quietly hung up. Her grandfather, seeing her expression, knew exactly what had happened. He smiled to himself. The girls he had watched grow up were all exceptional. He was immensely proud. A love of reading was a good thing; it offered answers when life was difficult.


    As Natalie sat down, she received a text from Queena.


    [Natalie, you''re going to have good luck tonight. Go for it!]


    The message made her beam.


    Natalie: [Thanks, Queena! Love you, muah!]


    After breakfast, her grandfather went to the park for his morning walk and d chess games with the other retirees. Natalie took a book out to the garden. The most important thing for her now was center herself. Reborn, she wouldn''t let herself run wild. She would live a brilliant life. Once she made a decision, she rarely looked back.


    She realized that letting go of Sebastian had brought her more happiness than she had felt in years. Her life no longer revolved around him, and it was liberating. No more waking up at six to make him breakfast. No more waiting upte for him toe home for a midnight smack No more dealing with his family''s endless drama. It was a relief. Now, she was living for herself.


    To avoid repeating her past mistakes, Natalie diligently studied thepany''s business files, poring over every word. She even had lunch in the garden The day flew by. By the afternoon, she had a clear understanding of all the divisions under her management. Her assistant, Luna, picked her up, and they went to a salon before heading to the venue to meet Matthew.


    The event was at the renowned Ocean Grant Hotel, which Natalie knew was a Griffith family property. She hesitated at the entrance. What were the chances she would run into Mr. Mistake?