Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 232

Greta was the one who had the villa's passcode and facial recognition access, giving her the freedom to come and go as she pleased. She had her own private bedroom, complete with a separate walk-in closet and dressing room. The housemaids treated her like she was

the queen bee.

In comparison, Greta seemed more like the real mistress of the house, while Nathalie was just the maid.

Nathalie stared at the furniture that had once testified to her humble beginnings and decided to smash it all to pieces. Priceless artworks, lavish decorations, and ornate murals-nothing was spared. In no time, the villa was turned into a chaotic mess.

Then she headed upstairs to Greta's walk-in closet and Cameron's bedroom, tossing their personal stuff onto the floor and trampling over it. She told Lizzy to gather everything in the garden and set it on fire with gasoline.

While all this was going down, Cameron stood there, his eyes blazing with anger. He hated seeing his cherished possessions destroyed but couldn't bring himself to lower his pride to Nathalie.

things ever do to you?

portrait of Cameron's and hurling it to the ground. The glass shattered, and she stomped on Cameron's face in the photo

pride felt utterly shattered, just like the glass, as Nathalie's actions tore it apart. He stammered, "Nathalie, if you hate me, do it to my face. What's the

eyes were red,

a grin and fiery red lips, she said, "Cameron, remember the time I was sick with a

mine. You dragged me out of my room despite my pleas. The

words reminded him how deeply insulting his actions

thought giving you a place to stay would make

not a

everything with my own hands. I never lived off anyone's charity.