Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Cameron looked a bit taken aback, but didn't bother digging into why.

He was the very picture of a confident, grown man.

Nathan strolled in Rowland Corporation, rocking a pair of sunglasses and a sleek black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath. His time abroad had added a few inches to his height, taking him from 5'9" to an impressive 6'2". Even though he was only in his early twenties, his worldly adventures had given him a maturity that set him apart from his peers. The slicked-back pompadour he sported only added to his sharp, almost fierce vibe.

Trailing behind him were two lines of people, reminiscent of a regal procession. His two standout secretaries led the way: one a tech whiz, the other a social savant, both indispensable in business maneuvers. There were the elite bodyguards, martial arts experts from across the globe, each one tall, poised, and exuding an aura of excellence.

As soon as Nathan walked into Rowland Corporation, he became the center of attention.

"Way more attractive than any celebrity."

The female employees couldn't help but be drawn in by his commanding presence, his perfectly proportioned physique, and a face that seemed like it was carved by the gods themselves. They couldn't stop themselves from whispering in awe, "Wow, he's stunning."

"He's pure walking charisma."

"How can someone look that good?"

Keeping his cool, he told his secretary, "I can't stand it when people

process. "Boss, I can handle anything else,

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