Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

He said, "Alright then, I'll go with you. But you need to wait outside. I'm going to leave a note for my roommate.

If they call the cops, it'll be a whole mess." The men waited outside the door.

Nathan quickly threw together a few things, grabbing only a change of clothes that Nellie had lovingly sewn for

him. He scribbled a note for Nellie: [It's been a year since | left home. It's tto head back. See you around.]

Without looking back, Nathan walked out of the apartment.

Later that afternoon, Nellie rushed hafter school, only to find the place empty. She sank onto the sofa,

feeling a wave of emptiness wash over her.

Though she knew she and Nathan were on different paths, living together for six months had created a bond.

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He's like a part of the family for her, so how could she not feel something for Nathan? His departure left her

heart heavy.

She also couldn't help but worry about what lay ahead for Nathan. "Nathan, | just hope your future is bright and

you achieve all your dreams," she whispered to herself, believing their story might be over.

Meanwhile, Nathan was on a long international flight, surrounded by the Dawson family's goons. They made sure

he didn't slip away. Over a dozen men encircled him, leaving no room for escape. Before takeoff, Nathan sent a

quick text, then leaned back, closing his eyes for smuch-needed rest. They could hear his steady breathing

as he slept like nothing was amiss.

"Hmph, this kid's got guts. He's ticked off Mrs. Dawson and still catching sZ's. Isn't he worried about what

might happen on this trip?" one of them chuckled.

Nathan, eyes still closed, replied, "Mrs. Dawson? She's not even a blip on my radar. Her son doesn't faze me

either."

"Ooh, someone's feeling bold," another teased.

"Yep, that's me. If they're so tough, why not send Cameron to takeon?"

When the plane landed, the airport was eerily quiet. The terminal, usually buzzing with life, was practically

deserted.

The Dawson family's bodyguards exchanged confused glances. Sure, Mrs. Dawson was rich and influential, but

shutting down an entire airport was beyond her reach.

Nathan strode toward the exit, and the men were ordered to follow him. But as they closed in, a group of skilled

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guards appeared out of nowhere, blocking their path. These guys effortlessly held them back. Mrs. Dawson's

bodyguards were clearly outmatched. They could only watch as Nathan climbed into a luxury car and drove

away.

In the capital, at the Rowland family estate, Nathan stood in the grand living room, waiting for his grandfather.

Even though he was still young, he carried the presence of a man who knew his worth.

The opulence surrounding him seemed dull in comparison. His sharp features told an undeniable truth: battles

between people aren't won by truth but by power and influence. That was why he had humbled himself to be

here today.

As Nathan descended the stairs, Benjamin caught sight of his commanding presence. It was clear who held the

upper hand. Benjamin's eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Nathan hadn't done anything, yet his quiet strength

made Benjamin look almost foolish in comparison.

"Nathan, what are you doing here? You're not welcin my house," Benjamin declared.