Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

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Chapter 95

Greta took a step back, her cheeks flushing with panic. "I can't drink alcohol."

A mocking laugh echoed through the crowd. "Oh, con, who are you trying to fool? Everyone here knows

there are only two types of women at these functions: the wives of the big bosses or their hardworking

assistants. You're clearly not Ms. Dawson's wife, and you don't seem eager to help him with his work, so what

brings you here?"

Greta felt her face burning with embarrassment.

Cameron stepped in, trying to defuse the situation. "My wife had an unexpected emergency, so she asked her

sister to fill in for her. Her sister isn't in great health and can't drink. Sorry for any confusion."

Greta was just about to feel a sense of relief when the questions persisted, "Mr. Dawson, is your wife really

unable to show up?"

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Cameron's expression turned stern. "What exactly are you suggesting? Are you saying | don't know my own

wife's situation?"

"Mrs. Dawson was at my boutique earlier, excitedly picking out dresses for tonight. Are you sure she won't be

upset about the sudden switch?" the instigator pressed on.

Cameron was secretly annoyed with Nellie for making her shopping spree so public and stirring up unnecessary

rumors.

The crowd watched Cameron with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

In their circles, it wasn't rare for men to have secret flings or sponsor young women through school, but

everyone knew how to play the game. Bringing your spouse to these events to show a united front was the

smart move. Cameron's actions were now seen as a bit naive.

Cameron was in a bind, so Greta quickly grabbed a glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp. She smiled and

explained, "You've all got it wrong. Mrs. Dawson just found out she's expecting, so she's unable to attend events

like this. I'm here to help Mr. Dawson handle the drinks."

Her quick thinking immediately

eased the tension. The crowd's doubts about Cameron disappeared, replaced by congratulations. "Mr. Dawson,

congrats! You're going to be a dad."

From a corner cthe clatter of a

wine glass hitting the floor. Everyone turned to see Nathan looking startled. His naturally aloof demeanor

masked an unreadable indifference.

Realizing he becthe center of attention, he gracefully said, "Sorry about that, slipped right out of my hand."

The crowd chuckled and murmured.

"Mr. Nathan is all grown up now, and he's becoming quite the handsyoung man," an elder remarked.

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"In a couple of years, it'll be tfor him to think about marriage. Wonder which lucky lady will catch his eye."

Cameron saw a chance to shift the focus. "Mr. Nathan, | have a sister, she's eighteen, talented, and quite the

beauty. If you're interested, | could introduce you..."

Nathan's unreadable gaze lingered

on Cameron. With a faint smile, he elegantly picked up two glasses of wine and approached Cameron, offering

one. "Thanks for the offer, Mr. Dawson. Let's have a toast."

Cameron eyed the full glass of alcohol, clearly hesitant.

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Before he could respond, Nathan passed the glass to Greta. "Looks like Mr. Dawson can't handle his drinks.

Maybe you should take care of this one for him."

Greta's face fell, but she had just said she was here to handle the drinks for Mr. Dawson, hadn't she?

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