Reborn From Oblivion

Greta shot him a look, her words dripping with sarcasm. "A beautiful and alluring woman is bound to have plenty of admirers, right?"

Cameron, however, cut her off sharply, "There are loads of beautiful women, but ones who are both smart and stunning? Now, those are rare."

He made no effort to hide his admiration for Nathalie, and Greta's heart twisted with a sudden, inexplicable anxiety.

She teased, "Cameron, you're just smitten with the allure of what's out of reach."

"Nathalie just gave an impassioned speech at the shareholders' meeting, and you're already singing her praises." She moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck playfully. "What about your wife? I helped you get rid of Nathan, that massive thorn in your side. Doesn't that make me smart?"

Cameron felt a wave of discomfort rise within him, almost making him nauseous. Instinctively, he pushed Greta's hands away.

Greta was deeply hurt. Her face, now scarred, looked grotesque and distorted, making any attempt at coquettishness seem awkward.

Cameron said, "I know you've done a great job this time. Don't worry, I talked it over with Benjamin, and we'll give you a big gift."

Greta's eyes lit up, "What kind of gift?"

Cameron replied, "We've lined up a top-notch plastic surgeon for you. Before long, your face will be as good as new."

Greta touched her pockmarked face, feeling somewhat satisfied with the offer. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she was getting the short end of the stick. She'd taken a hit for Cameron, crossing Nathalie and ending up with a ruined face. It seemed like a work-related injury, and now Cameron was using her recovery as a bargaining chip. Apart from the pain, she wasn't getting much out of it.

Greta stared at Cameron, wondering if he was playing her on purpose or if it was just a coincidence.

"Cameron, do you still want to divorce me?" Greta asked, voicing her concern.

Cameron responded evenly, "Relax, I'm not planning on divorcing you anytime soon."

Greta was miffed, "For now?"

"What's that supposed to mean? I've sacrificed so much for you, even ruined my face, and you still want a divorce?" she shouted.

Cameron looked at the emotional Greta. He was at a crucial point in his career, and a stable home life was essential.

He tried to calm her down, "Greta,

you know the Dawson, Rowland, and Stewart families are all on the rise. We're competing for the limited resources in the market. Whoever gets the upper hand will bounce back faster and wield more influence in the Capital. I don't have the bandwidth to fight with you right now. Be sensible, and when things settle, your life will improve."

Greta, her eyes red, pressed him, "I just want to know if you'll divorce me."

Seeing he couldn't dodge the

question, Cameron reluctantly

promised, "As long as you do net

make trouble or complicate things for me, I won't divorce you

Relieved by his promise, Greta relaxed a bit.

"Cameron, don't worry. I'll keep being your supportive wife. I'll help you reclaim the resources we've lost."

Cameron felt a headache brewing but knew how to channel Greta's energy effectively. "As it turns out, I have something you could help me with."

"Tell me," Greta said eagerly.

Cameron explained, "There's a mall

beyond the southern ring road looking for tenants. I want to set shop there to sell our Dawson family's big tech products. Why don't you meet with the mall manager and negotiate a good deal?" noveldrama

Greta agreed enthusiastically, "Sure thing."

After work, Nathalie found herself reluctant to head home. The house felt lonely

and empty without Nathan.

She eventually decided to visit Lincoln at the hospital.