Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 255

Chapter 255

Nathan slammed the phone down, his anger palpable. Meanwhile, Cameron was left stewing in a mix of

anticipation and anxiety. He couldn't help but wonder if Nathan would really forsake the golden opportunity to

collaborate with Regan, all for Nathalie's sake. Nathalie had been out cold for a full day and night at the hospital.

When she finally cto, she discovered she had been whisked away to a secluded mountain villa.

"Ms. Nathalie, you're finally awake?" the maid greeted her.

Nathalie groaned, every muscle aching, and her head felt like it was about to split open. A glance at the wall

clock confirmed her suspicions-she had slept far longer than her usual restless four hours. Fourteen hours in

total, a record for someone as anxiously wired as her. "Where's that bastard Cameron?" she fumed, feeling a

surge of rage at the thought of him. "How dare he drug me!"

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"Ms. Nathalie, Mr. Dawson doesn't live here. But don't worry, he's instructedto make sure you're well taken

care of," the maid replied, skillfully ignoring Nathalie's tirade and sticking to the facts.

Realizing she was stuck, Nathalie decided it was tto make life difficult for Cameron in return.

"So, he told you to take good care of me?"

"Yes, miss."

A mischievous glint sparked in Nathalie's eyes. "Well then, I'm not holding back I'm starving. | want top-notch

Lobster Bisque every morning and evening. Lunch has to include imported king crab and abalone. Dinner? At

least ten different vegetarian dishes. And | want to bathe in distilled water with fresh petals daily... You'll need to

pick the petals fresh, mind you."

The maid hesitated, clearly overwhelmed. "Well..."

"If you slack off, I'll trash this place," Nathalie warned.

The maid's expression darkened as she left. Nathalie quietly tailed her to the study, pressing her ear against the

door to catch snippets of the conversation inside.

"Mr. Cameron, this girl is a real handful," the maid complained.

Cameron couldn't believe what he was hearing. How was Nathalie difficult to please? In his mind, she was always

the easy-going type. He figured the maid was exaggerating and snapped, "She's got two working hands. She can

do schores and cook. How hard can it be?

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The maid laid out Nathalie's extravagant demands, "Mr. Cameron, she won't be brushed off. She wants Lobster

Bisque, king crab, sea cucumber, and abalone-all fresh. Plus, she insists on baths with fresh petals and distilled

water."

Cameron was momentarily

speechless, then chuckled in disbelief. "Playing princess without the royalifestyle, huh? You don't have to cater to

her every whim. Use what we've got. If she eats, great; if not too bad. No one is going to spoil her like that."

"But Mr. Cameron," the maid protested, "Ms. Nathalie said if we don't meet her demands, she'll destroy the

place."

Cameron's eyes widened. This villa was a gift from his mother. It had cost a fortune to decorate. The paintings on

the wall which were worth a small fortune.