Chapter 239
Kristina was left speechless. She stood her ground with an air of authority. “Maybe you have a point. But my money is off–limits for her.”
Seeing no other option, Cameron relented, “Alright, Mom, I’ll do as you say. Is that good enough?”
Satisfied, Kristina nodded approvingly.
Kristina went through her assets. She held onto just her retirement home and passed everything else to her son, Cameron. As Cameron accepted these assets from Kristina’s unsteady hands, a weight of responsibility settled on him. He mentally reminded himself, ‘Cameron, you’ve got to rise above this, no matter what.‘
Once out of the hospital, Cameron dove headfirst into his work. He let go of the fashion brand he and Greta had built together. With his mind clear of romantic distractions, he saw things as they were: Greta’s designs couldn’t hold a candle to Nathalie’s, and Nathan had already cornered the networking resources.
We realized the fashion industry was no longer an option for them. So, he turned to his specialty–artificial intelligence. Another reason for this choice was that it was Nathan’s playground, too. Cameron had fallen because of Nathan, and he intended to reclaim his pride there.
Defeating Nathan was his path to redeeming his self–respect.
Having weathered the storm, Cameron emerged tougher. He approached all potential business partners, undeterred by their mocking and dismissive attitudes. Despite the challenges, he got his company off the ground.
The media returned to singing his praises: [Only he could fall from the heights and rise again.]
Spectators were eager for the drama: [Cameron, his half–brother, and Nathan battling it out for supremacy in Al. This is gonna be a show.]
“I’m betting on Nathan,” remarked someone with a knowing tone.
So, the stage was set with the three Al giants–Nathan, the new and old heirs of Dawson International–locked in a standoff.
At Rowland Corporation, Nathan stood by a massive window, exuding an aura of cool sophistication in a perfectly tailored black suit.
He gazed down at the cityscape, a cigar in hand, his striking features partly veiled in smoke.
“Like a centipede that refuses to die,” he mused, releasing a smoke ring with an almost scandalous grace.
His assistant stood nearby, slightly bowed, showing utmost deference to Nathan. “Mr. Nathan, you mentioned Mr. Cameron–we thought we’d buried him, yet he’s bouncing back so soon.”
Nathan responded with a casual air, “Cameron, I can’t help but envy you for having such a good mother.”
The assistant added, “Nathan, Cameron’s making a comeback and taking us head–on. The Dawson family’s Al has a firmer foundation than ours, being around longer. If he teams up with Mr. Justin to compete against us, we could have it rough.”
Nathan turned slowly, backlit by the window, his features cast in shadow. “No matter how many times Cameron rises, I’ll knock him down just as often.”
The assistant squinted in puzzlement. He couldn’t fathom why Nathan harbored such animosity toward Cameron. From the get–go, taking down Cameron had been his favorite pastime.
With a hint of doubt, the assistant remarked, “Mr. Nathan, Cameron’s learned from his past. This comeback is likely fortified. Beating him again will be no small feat.”
