Chapter 195
Cameron pulled the bread from his mouth and tossed it into the trash can nearby, his face showing clear disdain for the handout.
Nathalie’s voice turned snarky, almost instantly. “Oh, the irony. Ten years ago, we met here. You were the one handing out favors, and I was the one begging. Now, look at us. Our roles have reversed. Cameron, you used to look down on me. Should I return the favor now?” Cameron shot back, his anger rising, “I’m no beggar.”
Nathalie glanced at his dusty, wrinkled suit and couldn’t help but chuckle. “True, you’re not even as well off as a beggar. At least when I was down and out, my clothes were clean and neat. Look at you, such a mess.”
Cameron scoffed, “These clothes are pricey. Ever seen a beggar in designer wear?”
With a smirk, Nathalie retorted, “Burlap and linen? Back in the day, those were for funeral shrouds.”
Cameron felt a wave of humiliation crash over him.
be suit was a creation Greta crafted a few years back when she was into experimenting with new, textured materials. She hadn’t thought to check their historical significance, and Nathalie had caught this slip–up, leaving Cameron red–faced.
Nathalie’s expertise was clearly a notch above Greta’s.
Cameron was taken aback by her rapid progress over the years and was genuinely impressed. “I would’ve never guessed you’d come so far in just a few years.”
Nathalie, however, kept up her sly digs. “You came back to our old stomping grounds. Can’t shake off thoughts of your ex–wife, can you?”
As she spoke, she casually pulled out her phone, framed a selfie with Cameron, and snapped a pic.
Cameron quipped, “Aren’t you worried your new flame will get jealous?”
Nathalie uploaded it to social media, captioning it: [Remembering the good old days.]
She replied with ease, “Unlike you, I don’t need love to survive.”
Cameron seemed oblivious to the chaos Nathalie’s post might stir. Stunned by her denial of romance, he asked sarcastically, “So what’s the deal with Nathan? You’re close, and if it’s not romantic, what is it then?”
Nathalie slipped her phone away with a look of disbelief. “Are you serious? Nathan’s way younger than me. How could we have anything romantic?”
Cameron’s eyes widened as it hit him. Nathan had played him.
“Why did you lead Mason to believe you’re his girlfriend?” Cameron asked, perplexed.
Nathalie explained without hesitation, “Why should I deny it? If I didn’t play along, how else would Mason hand me the partnership opportunity?”
Cameron’s anger bubbled to the surface. “So, you’re using him to land a deal with Rowland Corporation? Nellie, I never imagined you’d stoop so low.”
Nathalie laughed it off. “Cameron, compared to your and Greta’s pretense, my ethics are sky–high.”
Cameron narrowed his eyes. “I don’t get it. How did I become so despicable in your eyes?”
Nathalie clammed up suddenly.
Her resentment towards Cameron had indeed flared up unexpectedly. The reason was simple–she had found a new lease on life.
