Reborn From Oblivion

"An appearance fee?" Nathalie scoffed. "You sure you can afford my rates?"

Cameron leaned in, unfazed. "Name your price."

Nathalie was caught off guard and blurted, "Two million."

"Deal," Cameron replied without missing a beat.

Nathalie was momentarily speechless. If she'd known he'd agree so quickly, she might've asked for more. Although Cameron was basking in the limelight, the Dawson family had cut ties with him, which had dented his fortune. Two million would surely sting. And honestly, Nathalie couldn't wait to see Greta's face when she learned Cameron was throwing cash around for her.

With a smirk, Nathalie held out her hand. "No credit."

Cameron chuckled, pulling out his phone to make the transfer. He sent two million, just like that, without even a twitch.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Watching him move so smoothly, Nathalie felt a twinge of irritation. "You're like a cat with nine lives, Cameron. I didn't expect you to bounce back like this."

Cameron, far from upset, laughed. "Did you really think you could drain my bank account?"

Nathalie shrugged, not bothering to hide her intentions. "Cameron, it's only a matter of time before you lose everything-not just your money, but your spirit, too." Cameron glared at her, his expression firm. "Nathalie, I'm not that easy to knock down."

Nathalie snorted, turned on her heel, and slammed the door behind her.

Cameron, still irked, called after her. "Don't forget to look dazzling for the banquet."

Nathalie huffed. "Yeah, yeah, I got it."

Later, when Cameron made it home, feeling quite pleased with himself Greta was ready to flaunt her new dress. "Look at this, Cameron! Isn't it gorgeous? I'll wear it to your gala."

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Cameron raised an eyebrow. "My gala?" He eyed Greta, smirking. "You've got a way of getting information, don't you? The date was just set, and yet you already know." Greta shifted uncomfortably. "I called your assistant."

Cameron sat down, his expression darkening. "Stop calling my assistant without a reason."

Greta's excitement fizzled like a cold shower. "But Cameron, I'm your wife. Didn't you once say I have the right to meddle in your affairs?"

Cameron paused. Had he really been

so smitten before? "Greta, that was then. Now's. different. I used to be the Dawson family heir and was free to do as I pleased. But now I'm just an employee, and I have constraints. You should understand that."

Greta's eyes widened, sensing a growing distance. Her voice trembled. "Cameron, I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again."

Cameron nodded, his gaze serious. "I've invited someone else as my date for the gala."

Greta's dress slipped from her

hands, her face turning pale. "Cameron? Why can't I go? I'm your wife. Being with you would show everyone what a family man you are"

Cameron replied, "Mr. Gavin hinted he wanted me to bring someone more... suitable."

With that, Cameron stood up. "I'm tired. I need a shower."

Greta remained frozen, devastated by his words. "Am I not suitable?" she called after his retreating figure, her voice tinged with hurt.