Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 642

Although deep down he still thought Bran would make a better brother-in-law, Nathan had to reluctantly give up upon seeing Irene's resolute stance.

Oh well.

Lambert would do just fine, after all.

Nathan had never dared to defy Irene's wishes—it was a habit ingrained in him since childhood.

Irene glanced at her brother, her expression softening slightly when she saw he'd dropped the subject of Bran. With a faint smile, she added, "By the way, big brother... Dad already knows about this and has given his approval. Now, I just need your help."

Nathan blinked in confusion. "Me?"

What could she possibly need his help for? Hadn't Irene just said she and Lambert were in love?

If that was the case, they could just get married directly.

Irene frowned, biting her lip as she reminded him, "You've forgotten... his current wife."

The realization hit Nathan like a bolt of lightning. But his brows knitted together as he studied his sister's face. "What exactly do you want me to do? Honestly, if Lambert truly loves you, his current wife shouldn't be an issue. I've already looked into her—she comes from an insignificant family. How could she possibly compare to our Harper family? Unless Lambert is a complete fool, he'd jump at the chance to marry into our family."

Besides, hadn't he and Irene had a history together?

That should make things even smoother.

So he couldn't quite grasp why this was proving difficult.

Even if the wife stubbornly refused a divorce, to put it bluntly, did her refusal even matter? If Lambert was determined, she'd have no choice. As for those children of theirs, they could be dealt with easily. Keep them around for now, and once Irene bore Lambert's heir, the matter would resolve itself.

After all, children born to a mother with no powerful backing would never inherit the Stone conglomerate.

This was the unspoken rule among aristocratic marriages.

Irene's face darkened visibly.

She stared at her oblivious older brother, barely holding back her frustration before finally saying, "Lambert is a man of strong principles. Ariana has already borne him three children, and now she's about to deliver a fourth. There's no way he'll initiate the divorce himself—no matter how much he cares for me, he won't make that move. So, brother, this is where I need your help." To ensure Nathan took this seriously, she cut straight to the point.

Nathan hesitated for a moment.

After a brief silence, he replied, "Alright. So, how exactly do you want me to help?"

A flicker of triumph crossed Irene's face. Just as she was about to lay out her plan, Kendra unexpectedly returned. Both siblings froze at the sight of their mother, but Nathan was the first to recover, forcing a smile as he stood. "Mom, what brings you back?"

Unlike most society matrons, Kendra spent nearly every waking hour at the company.

She cast a cool glance at her children and said flatly, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

Nathan paled instantly.

Kendra continued, her tone icy, "If you hold a position at the company, your focus should remain there. If you have other priorities, resign sooner rather than later." Her demeanor wasn’t specifically cold toward him—it was simply how she treated everyone.

Even Irene, her own daughter, was deeply intimidated by her.

The fear ran bone-deep.

It was why she had confided in her father and brother about her feelings for Lambert, but had never dared breathe a word to her mother.

As for Nathan, his face had gone completely white.

"I—I'm sorry, Mom," he stammered. "I... I understand now. I only came back today because there wasn’t much going on at the office. And since my sister was home, I wanted to catch up with her." Of course, Nathan hadn’t sought out Irene without reason—Bran had just arrived in the country.

He said this to show he hadn't neglected his duties, but was simply concerned about his sister.

He said softly, "Then I'll leave this to you, little sister."

Irene curled her lips. "Easy enough." Then, lowering her voice, she added, "But remember what I said, brother. You’ve got to help me with my request, too."

Nathan blinked helplessly. "Don’t worry."

It was just a small matter anyway. Since Lambert didn’t seem particularly attached to his wife—only staying with her out of obligation and because she was the mother of his child—Nathan saw no reason to hold back. Either way, having Lambert as his brother-in-law would be a win for the Harper family.

After all, the Harper family’s future would be his.

So when benefits landed in his lap, he certainly wasn’t about to turn them away.

...

**M Country, a private golf course.**

A strikingly handsome man in casual wear stood silently, watching a middle-aged yet still strikingly distinguished man swing his club on the green.

Bran had been standing there for quite a while.

His father loved golf—once he started, he never knew when to stop.

Bran didn’t want to be here, but since his father hadn’t dismissed him, he simply stood with an impassive expression, watching the game unfold.

Finally, his father sank the ball.

Though in his fifties, Bran’s father looked no older than early forties, his features sharp and youthful. He cast a casual glance at the hole where the ball had disappeared, then asked his son with deliberate nonchalance, "When do you leave?"

Bran replied, "Tomorrow."