Reborn From Oblivion
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 come looking 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. I promise he'll be too preoccupied to bother with you later."

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

grandson, and they won't hang 1.76

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 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 became worried. 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."