Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 94

Chapter 94

"It's just not possible," Cameron muttered, shaking his head. He always believed Nellie loved him too much to

harbor such hatred.

Nellie had just wrapped up her task for the day and was trying to sneak away when she accidentally bumped

into a solid chest. A gentle hand steadied her, and she looked up to see Nathan giving her a cheeky wink. "Your

disguise skills are getting sharper," Nathan teased.

Nellie replied, "After embarrassing him today, he's bound to clooking for trouble. Best you keep your

distance so you don't get caught in the fallout."

Nathan grinned, "Don't be in a rush to leave. Stick around and enjoy the show. | promise he'll be too preoccupied

to bother with you later."

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Intrigued, Nellie decided to hang back and watch from the sidelines. Who knows, she might even lend Nathan a

hand.

The moment passed quickly, and soon, the venue was buzzing with clinking glasses and lively chatter. Gone

were the days when everyone gathered around Cameron with flattery. Now, guests formed clusters, chatting in

groups, signaling the end of Cameron's reign as the center of attention. It was like a grand display of fireworks,

dazzling but fleeting.

Cameron frowned, lost in thought about when his influence had started to wane. He couldn't quite figure it out

until he noticed a crowd flocking around Nathan. They were chatting animatedly, and Nathan wore an effortlessly

charming smile.

Nathan's every move exuded a certain grace, almost like royalty accustomed to respect. Cameron was baffled.

How had Nathan, who was barely eighteen, garnered such admiration?

"Watch out for your brother, Benjamin," Cameron advised his friend. "Give him time, and he might just take

everything that belongs to you."

Benjamin chuckled dismissively.

"You're overestimating him. Sure, his maternal family holds power, so people show him respect. But he's still just

the McCoy family's

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power to him. He's caught between the McCoy and Rowland families and is simply enjoying a little sweetness.

That's it."

Just then, Cameron saw Nathan's lips move slightly, and the crowd around him approached Cameron Each

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carried a glass, enthusiastically toasting him, "Mr. Dawson, I'm the general manager of Minerva Corp. I've

admired you for ages. Here's to your youthful success."

"I'm the founder of Blossom Corp. Here's to you, Mr. Dawson, graced with a charming companion as refreshing as

a spring breeze."

They were so eager and flattering that Cameron, out of courtesy, couldn't refuse and found himself drinking

glass after glass. It wasn't long before the alcohol got to him, and he felt a bit tipsy.

Seeing this, Greta becworried. She whispered, "Cameron, the party hasn't even started. Pace yourself.

There are more VIPs you'll need to toast."

Cameron tried to gather himself, politely declining more drinks. "Sorry, I'm not much of a drinker."

But they weren't letting him off. "Mr. Dawson, if you can't drink, let your lovely companion do the honors."