Reborn From Oblivion

The assistant let out a relieved sigh.

"Mr. Dawson, Mr. Cameron is a man who feels deeply. Sure, you two have had your differences, but if you take the first step and talk to him openly, he'll forgive you and show some mercy toward Dawson International." The assistant picked up the phone and dialed Cameron's number. It rang several times before someone picked up.

"Hello." Cameron's voice was deep and rich, with a chilling edge that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Griffin was momentarily thrown off. It'd been a while since he'd heard Cameron's voice, and it was even more commanding and sharp than before.

"Mr. Cameron, I'm calling on behalf of Dawson International... Our chairman would like to meet with you. When are you free?"

"And who exactly is your chairman to demand my time? I'm busy." Cameron ended the call.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Griffin's expression darkened. He slammed his fist on the desk. "What's with his arrogance? Dawson International doesn't need him to hold our ground." Cameron was riding the second wave of his career success. Under his leadership, the marketing department he managed had doubled its performance.

The media couldn't get enough of this business wunderkind. Interviews and posters of Cameron popped up everywhere.

The Rowland family wanted to ride this wave and decided to host a celebration gala. As the star of the event, Cameron was reminded by Gavin, "Cameron, you'll open the gala with a dance. Make sure to choose your date wisely." Cameron had matured through life's challenges, and didn't rush the decision of picking a partner. He assured Gavin, "Mr. Gavin, don't worry. I'll choose my date carefully."

When posters of the gala rolled out on electronic billboards across the city, Greta called Cameron's assistant to confirm the buzz.

Witnessing Cameron's rise made

Greta burst with pride, almost to the point of vanity. As Mrs. Dawson, she loved being the center of attention and basked in the admiration of others.

Without asking Cameron, she splurged on a custom evening gown, confident that, as always, Cameron would invite her to the gala.

Little did she know, Cameron's first stop was Nathalie's place.

When he knocked on Nathalie's

door, her eyes widened in surprise at

the sight of him. The next moment,

she tried to shut the door. Cameron wedged his hand in and slipped through like a fish.

Nathalie shot him a cold stare. "What are you doing here?"

Cameron handed her an invitation. "I'd like you to be my date."

Nathalie blinked, thinking she must've heard wrong. Her face was a picture of disbelief. "Have you lost your mind?"

Cameron, masking his true

intentions, explained smoothly, "We're looking to break into the luxury fashion market. You're Jasmine's protégé. If you attend as my date, it'll signal to the world that our brand is aligning with Jasmine's international prestige."

Nathalie scoffed, "You want free publicity, huh? Cameron, is this how low you businessmen stoop? Where's your dignity?"

Cameron reassured her, "I promise it'll be worth your while. I'll pay you an appearance fee."