Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 465

Nathan said, "Ninety-one percent. How does that sound?"

He heard the sound of Cameron crushing a plastic cup on the other end.

"Mr. Morris is enjoying his steak. Maybe he could spare us a sip of the soup?"

Nathan replied, "If Mr. Dawson doesn't agree, we should just go ahead with the acquisition plan."

With that, Nathan decisively ended the call. Cameron was left in a daze, feeling that Mr. Morris's voice was oddly familiar.

The next morning, Nathan woke up without an alarm. When he got up, he noticed Nathalie had already ditched her simple, farm-girl attire. She'd slipped into fresh and elegant emerald green dress. Her curly hair fell casually around her shoulders, adorned with a flower pin, and her bangs were stylishly trimmed. She looked pure, beautiful, and gracefully poised.

"Why are you all dressed up today?" Nathan asked, walking over, unable to take his eyes off her.

Nathalie flashed him a charming smile. "Now that I'm back in the city, it's time to kickstart my career again."

Nathan said, "Sis, you're not in the best health. You don't have to push yourself so hard. I can take care of you forever."

Nathalie glanced back at him. "Take care of me? That's expensive. I doubt you could afford it."

"Then I'll just work harder and earn more

"I want lots of money, and even more

into his arms with a confident swagger. "That's perfect. I've got a lifetime's worth

and dashed off. "I... I have a meeting with

her rosy cheeks, Nathan grinned smugly.

her. "Nathalie, let me drive

have a car, so she took Nathan up on his offer for a

opened

he

taken aback. That meant Nathan

as she realized this, the car window rolled down, and Nathan climbed in. The confined space suddenly felt even tighter. Nathalie scooted over, and Nathan sidled close Then, without warning, he

he

exasperation and affection, her eyes drifting to their clasped hands. She silently

smiled. "I'm heading to Dawson International. Would you come with me? I want you to see how he falls, step by

would have relished the thought of Cameron's

"What happens to him, I

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He was