Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

The society ladies couldn't wait to chat with Nellie about their fashion needs, and she effortlessly responded with

her expert knowledge. Without a second thought, they handed over hefty deposits and left absolutely thrilled.

After a few successful deals, Nellie found herself mingling with the high-society ladies, who were now frequent

visitors to her humble rental space. Her clientele becmore elite, orders skyrocketed, her bank account

swelled, and her professional commitment grew stronger. In just a few short months, she amassed a hundred

thousand euros. Then, she turned her attention to Nathan, who was deeply engrossed in his video games...

Nathan felt a chill run down his spine, sensing a wave of dread as he met Nellie's piercing gaze.

"Nathan, we're not strapped for cash anymore. You can attend the best school out there," she said.

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"But, every t| hit the books, | get headaches, my feet hurt, and my stomach aches... everything just acts

up," Nathan complained, clearly resistant.

"Nathan, you need to study to get a brighter future," Nellie said with a wise air.

"I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. The classes might as well be in gibberish for all I understand. Instead of

wasting money on me, why not invest it in your business?" Nathan tried to wriggle out.

Nellie put on a mock stern face. "Nathan, you promised you'd listen to me..."

With no other option, Nathan gave in, "Alright, alright, | promise I'll go to school."

Nellie's face lit up, and she playfully ruffled his hair. "That's my good boy."

After shelling out a lot of cash and calling in sfavors, Nellie finally secured Nathan a spot at a top-notch

school. Her humble and accommodating demeanor as she made those calls softened Nathan's stance on

schooling. As the seasons changed, spring cand went.

In the Capital, the New Year was just around the corner.

Dawson International, a big nin the Capital, was gearing up for a spectacular New Year celebration. As the

CEO, Cameron had to attend with a date, either for the opening speech or the final dance, to keep the event's

spirit alive.

Griffin, who held the company's image in high regard, called Cameron early on, "Cameron, this year's event is

being jointly hosted by several top companies, and major media outlets will be broadcasting it live. Your personal

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image is crucial, so your date has to be your wife, Nellie."

Cameron's heart skipped a beat, although he wasn't sure why. He tried to make an excuse, "Dad, Nellie is

overseas..."

"There's still tbefore the celebration. You can bring her back home," Griffin replied in a tone that allowed no

argument. "Recently, there's been a lot of negative buzz about you and Greta, which is affecting the company.

By showing slove to Nellie at the event, those baseless rumors about you cheating will fade away. You're an

adult; you know what to do." Cameron sighed, "I understand."

After hanging up, Cameron sat quietly for a moment before pulling up his messaging app. He opened his chat

with Nellie and realized the last tshe had reached out to him was over six months ago. Had Nellie really been

away for that long?

He vaguely remembered promising to bring her back after three months, and he... had broken that promise.