Reborn From Oblivion

She had no choice but to tilt her head back and down her drink in one go. Little did she know, Nathan was quick to refill her glass. "Greta, you sure can handle your drinks. This one's on me," he said with a smirk. Reluctantly, Greta gulped down another drink. Nathan wasn't finished, though. He poured her yet another, saying, "This one's for you and Mr. Dawson..."

Whether it was the booze or the surprise of it all, Greta's face turned an alarming shade of pale. Cameron sensed something was seriously wrong, and gently pushed her glass away. "Mr. Nathan, a little drink's good for fun, but let's not go overboard," he said apologetically.

Nathan nodded and let Greta off the hook, but nobody noticed the sly glint in his eyes. He'd been serving her the strongest alcohol around, and after two glasses, he was sure it would overwhelm her.

Soon, Greta couldn't handle the onslaught of toasts from several influential tycoons and ended up downing a few more glasses. Before the party was even over, her body started to rebel. She kept rushing to the bathroom to throw up, looking utterly miserable. "Cameron, I feel awful. Can I leave early?" she whispered to him.

Cameron worried for her well-being and decided to leave the party with her.

That night, Nathan took Cameron's place, cozying up with the powerful elite and snagging several key fashion projects away from him.

Back at the villa, Griffin stormed in, smashing the fruit platter on the coffee table in a fit of rage. "Cameron, you really outdid yourself this time. Why did you bring a sickly woman to a business event? She neither boosts your image as a happily married man nor can she drink for you. She just dragged you down. Have you lost it?"

"Now look at the mess. The bigwigs that were interested in the Dawson family have slipped right into the Rowland family's hands. Dawson International might tank this year because of it."

Cameron hung his head, silently bearing Griffin's fury. He knew he'd messed up.

Griffin wouldn't let up, and Cameron finally promised, "Dad, I made this mess, but don't worry, I'll get those projects back."

Griffin snorted, "You're married. You need to keep your distance from Greta. Don't give anyone a reason to accuse you of cheating."

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Griffin, clearly disappointed, added, "Today, everything that happened at the party screams of someone targeting you. Be careful with your actions and words from now on. Don't get played again."

"I know," Cameron replied.

After Griffin left, Cameron sat on the sofa, deep in thought. He replayed the night's events over and over until he zeroed in on two people.

One was Nathan. He'd pushed Greta into drinking too much and emerged as the evening's biggest winner.. Cameron couldn't help but suspect he was behind the night's fiasco.

But Nathan only recently returned to the Rowland family. He had no beef with Greta, and his toasts seemed like genuine respect.

The other was that mysterious, stylish woman. Could Benjamin be right in thinking she was Nellie?

Suddenly, Cameron sprang from the

sofa, his face clouded with anger and stormed upstairs. He kicked open Nellie's bedroom door, startling her out of her wits.