Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 479

Ford's voice cut through the air, muffled by the towering stacks of crates. "Dominick, count me in. I'm gonna make sure her parents won't even recognize her. Hmph, anyone who messes with Nathalie is bad news." Greta was taken aback, seeing Nathalie now the darling of the group, with everyone ready to stand up for her. It made her both angry and jealous, especially since Cameron hadn't said a word in her defense. Nathalie wasn't interested in sparring with Greta: "Greta, consider yourself lucky I'm letting this slide. But if you ever lay a hand on me again, it won't just be a slap you're getting."

Ford, the quick-witted one, added, "We'll make sure your whole family goes broke."

"What will you have to brag about then?" Dominick threw in.

Lizzy chimed in, "Such a clueless woman."

With that, Nathalie and her three defenders walked off, heads held high.

Greta felt like she'd been ganged up on, her energy drained. She turned to Cameron, accusingly, "They're bullying me, and you, my husband, just stand there and do nothing?" Cameron's eyes were fixed on a shopping bag filled with children's clothes, lost in thought.

In response to Greta's accusation, he shrugged it off, "You brought this on yourself by antagonizing her. You know she doesn't let things slide." Unwilling to drop it, Greta retorted, "She's just found herself a powerful backer to pick on someone like me, who doesn't have one."

In the past, her self-pity would've softened Cameron. But now, he seemed unfazed, his patience wearing thin.

"So, wise up and steer clear of her from now on."

Greta snapped, "I'm Mrs. Dawson of Dawson International. Why should I be afraid of someone with no money or status?" Cameron felt a wave of disgust.

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