The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 181

Natalie's expression turned icy for a fleeting moment before she quickly returned to her usual calm and indifferent demeanor. Taking out her phone, she began scrolling through old photos of herself and Grace.

"I need to make a trip to the Langley residence. But I'm busy right now and can't go. Mason, since you're on break, could you help me with this?

"Oh, and remember, the Langley family is cunning and malicious. They've drugged me before. If you're going, take extra care and bring a few bodyguards."

Natalie sent several messages to Mason, detailing the items she needed to retrieve from the Langley residence.

She hadn't planned on taking them before because of Grace. Back then, she always thought Grace would eventually recover and return to the Langley residence. Leaving her things there, especially the photos, allowed her to look at them whenever she missed her. It gave her something to remember Natalie by.

More than that, it gave Natalie an excuse to visit the Langley family, to pick up her belongings and see Grace.

But now, it seemed there was no need for any of that.

"Sure! No problem at all," Mason assured her, thumping her chest confidently. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

"Nat, do you want to visit Timothy's club to unwind?" Timothy suggested, pulling out his phone and showing Natalie a photo album. "Look, these are some of the players at the club—fresh faces everywhere. If you like any of them, I will help you set it up."

Before Natalie could respond, Lincoln pushed Timothy aside. "Stop dragging Nat into trouble," he scolded. "She's still young. No need to rush into a relationship."

Natalie nodded in agreement. "Lincoln is right. I'm in no hurry to date right now."

She had too many other things to focus on. To her, romance was entirely optional.

"Here, for you," Timothy said, presenting a sleek, compact laptop to Natalie.

"Open it up. This is the laptop bag. These are the matching keyboard, mouse, mouse pad, and headphones."

Natalie opened the laptop. When it booted up, an animated caricature of herself appeared on the screen—a smaller version of Natalie with a large head, a small body, and a pink dress, twirling with red hydrangeas in her hands.

"Hello, Natalie! I'm Nattie, here to accompany you from now on!" The sweet, childlike voice greeted her.

Natalie looked up at Timothy, who was grinning indulgently.

"I designed it myself. Do you like it? If not, I can tweak it."

"I love it." A smile crept onto Natalie's lips. The animated character was unmistakably modeled after her—cute, adorable, and full of charm.

"There's no need to change anything."

She tested the laptop and found it had high specs, running incredibly smoothly. Even running heavy games would be no problem. Natalie carefully shut it down and put it away, her smile growing wider.

"Thank you, Timothy," she said.

"It's great that you like it," Timothy replied, his grin matching hers.

Lincoln, however, looked less than pleased. He had given Natalie gifts too, yet she hadn't even swiped the card once.

If shopping wasn't her thing, he would just have to get every luxury brand he endorsed and hand them over to her. Whether she liked them or not, those items were valuable. And if he added his autograph, their resale value would skyrocket.

Women liked money, didn't they? After all, while money wasn't everything, life without it was impossible.

As the siblings chatted, they soon arrived at the hospital.

From the moment Victor carried Grace away, Lincoln had assigned the Walker family's bodyguards to follow them. As a result, they knew exactly which hospital and room Grace was in.

The van parked in the underground lot. Lincoln, still wearing his hat and mask, prepared to get out when Natalie stopped him.