Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2 Chapter 127: A girl who look like his late wife

Lucas’s primary purpose for coming to the company today was to interview the renowned designer Drake had recomnded—a rising star in the dostic design scene.

Assistant Lena entered his office, placing the candidates’ profiles neatly on his desk.

"President Lucas, here are the resus of the three applicants for your review."

Lucas’s gaze imdiately locked onto the photo of a woman with a high ponytail.

Her faint smile bore an uncanny resemblance to his ex-wife, Alia.

His chest tightened imperceptibly.

His eyes flicked to the na section—*Nathalie*.

The characters were written with bold, fluid strokes, the handwriting strikingly elegant.

A flicker of surprise crossed his mind.

He hadn’t expected soone who studied abroad to wield a pen so masterfully.

The more he read her resu, the more intrigued he beca.

With a refined appearance, an impressive academic background, and a year of internship at a prestigious design firm in the U.S., she was undeniably the strongest candidate for the position.

A quick glance at the other resus confird it—though they were all graduates of elite institutions, their professional experience paled in comparison.

Picking up the office phone, he spoke coolly, "Send in Nathalie.

The others may leave."

Such was the corporate world—only the most capable survived.

Lena slipped her phone into her pocket and cast an indifferent glance at Nathalie.

"Only you made it to the second round.

The others can seek opportunities elsewhere."

The two other candidates exhaled in quiet defeat, their eyes lingering enviously on the woman dressed in a sleek black-and-white professional suit.

"Thank you, assistant Lena."

Nathalie t her gaze with a composed smile, relief washing over her in a silent wave.

Though she had been introduced by an acquaintance, Nathalie was well aware of how difficult it was to secure a position at Marson Corporation—especially when her interviewer today turned out to be the CEO himself.

Her fingers fluttered nervously over her chest as she took light, asured steps toward the office door.

She hesitated before knocking, and the icy response that followed—"Co in"—sent a tremor through her legs.

It took her a couple of seconds to steady herself before she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The mont her eyes t Lucas’s fathomless gaze, her heart raced like a startled deer.

She forced a calm smile after a brief pause.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Marson." He remained silent, his dark eyes scrutinizing her with unnerving intensity.

Unlike the high ponytail in her resu photo, Nathalie now wore her jet-black hair loose over her shoulders, her makeup ticulously applied.

There was sothing in her delicate features—a faint resemblance to Alia.

When he still didn’t speak, she offered another smile and extended her hand.

"Hello, Mr. Marson.

My na is Nathalie Anthony."

Lucas gave a slight nod and gestured for her to sit.

"Your resu says you’ve been in Paris all this ti.

What made you decide to return to California now?" he asked, cutting straight to the point.

As if anticipating the question, she t his gaze and answered smoothly, "After so many years abroad, I suppose I grew a bit weary of it.

Besides, the dostic market is booming even faster than overseas these days.

I wanted to co ho—to be closer to family."

A reasonable answer.

Lucas nodded before delving into technical questions about design.

Their conversation lasted nearly an hour.

"Wait for my assistant’s notification," he said coolly, glancing at his wristwatch.

"Of course. But, Mr. Marson," she ventured, "there’s one personal question I’d like to ask, if you don’t mind."

Nathalie gave a slight nod, biting her lower lip with a shy expression.

Lucas raised an eyebrow coolly.

"Go ahead."

"I never expected soone as accomplished as President Marson to be so young.

I was wondering... are you still single?"

"And what does that have to do with you?"

Lucas countered, his gaze flickering with an inscrutable light as he looked down at her, his lips parting slightly.

"If I pass the interview, I’ll be part of Marson Corporation.

Of course it matters," Nathalie straightened her posture, mustering her courage to voice her thoughts.

"I just wanted to know if a man as outstanding as you in every way is already taken."

To her surprise, Lucas suddenly smirked—a smile so captivating it sent her heart racing again.

He took a step forward, lowering his head to study her slightly flushed face.

"Still single," he said deliberately, his tone casual.

"Does that answer satisfy you?"

"Very much so..." Nathalie blinked, her cheeks warm, before quickly turning and fleeing the office, her heart fluttering with delight.

Who would’ve thought her very first interview after returning to the country would stir such emotions?

Ever since she was little, anything Nathalie set her sights on, she had to have—even if it ant resorting to underhanded tactics.

And she could clearly sense that Lucas had so interest in her.

Though his gaze held a certain emptiness, as if he were looking past her face at soone else entirely.

Even so, she was determined to fight for herself.

The Marson Corporation was the largest multinational company in the country, and Lucas, as its chairman and CEO, was undoubtedly the most influential figure in California—precisely the kind of man Nathalie had set her sights on.

After Nathalie left, Lucas summoned Lena and Sarah into his office and placed the resu on the desk.

Sarah picked it up, her gaze lingering on Nathalie’s photo.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Mr. Marson, this Miss Nathalie.. she actually resembles—" She abruptly cut herself off, swallowing the rest of her words.

Lena wasn’t very familiar with Alia, and after all these years, her mory of the woman had nearly faded.

But seeing Sarah hesitate, she took a closer look at the photo of the gentle-smiling girl.

Her breath hitched, and she turned to Lucas in astonishnt, lips parting slightly but no words coming out.

"You think she looks a bit like Alia, don’t you?"

Ever since Alia left, no one had dared ntion her na in front of Lucas—it was an unspoken rule everyone followed.

Hearing him bring her up now, especially voluntarily, left them stunned.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy with silence.

Sarah was the one to break it.

"Miss Nathalie does bear so resemblance to Alia, but Alia had a much purer aura.

Lucas, you’re not... planning to treat her as a substitute, are you?"

This ti, she called him by his na, instantly closing the distance between them.

At work, she always addressed him formally as "Mr. Marson or Mr. Lucas."

Only outside the office, in private, did she ever call him Lucas.

Lucas leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, idly toying with a small hourglass as countless thoughts flickered in his eyes.

After a brief pause, he finally spoke.

"Alia is gone.

I won’t develop feelings for soone just because they resemble her.

I simply think she ets all the company’s hiring criteria.

From now on, Sarah, you’ll be responsible for Nathalie."