Chapter 379
Chapter 379
Cameron had already slipped into the bathroom. He heard Greta’s questioning loud and clear but chose to ignore it, turning on the shower to let the sound of water drown everything out.”
Greta, clutching her dress, returned to her room, feeling totally deflated. She sat on the bed staring into space for a while but soon managed to pull herself together, reassuring herself, “Cameron’s just working for the Rowland family now. You’ve got to cut him some slack. He doesn’t mean to be distant.”
Her phone suddenly lit up with a notification from an app, grabbing her attention. Nathalie had posted an update–something that rarely happened. Curious, Greta opened the app to find Nathalie flaunting a payment receipt for a whopping two million. Nathalie had captioned it: [Someone paid me an appearance fee for their gala. Easiest money ever?]
Greta’s eyes widened. “A gala?” Could it be the same one Cameron was attending? Was Nathalie going to be there too? Being naturally perceptive, Greta connected the dots between Cameron and Nathalie’s simultaneous travels and attendance at the party. It was hard not
suspect that Nathalie was the one accompanying Cameron.
In a rush, Greta headed downstairs, where Cameron’s phone lay on the sofa. She picked it up and checked his social media. The chat logs between Cameron and Nathalie were squeaky clean. Greta breathed a small sigh of relief. But then she opened his banking app–Cameron hadn’t changed his password–and quickly found a transaction for two million. The recipient was marked with an asterisk.
Greta’s heart sank. She’d spent her life meddling in Nathalie’s marriage, never imagining her own would be on the rocks. So this is what being cheated on felt like.
When Cameron emerged from the bathroom, Greta discreetly watched him. He looked preoccupied, his brow furrowed with worry. She swallowed the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She was ambitious enough to know that someone in her position–fragile and dependent like a clinging vine–lacked the confidence to break away from her provider.
She didn’t dare confront Cameron. But that didn’t mean she could just let it slide.
The gala rolled around as planned. Nathalie showed up in a simple T–shirt and jeans. When she arrived at the Rowland family’s clubhouse, Cameron had been waiting at the entrance for a while.
Seeing her dressed so casually, Cameron felt a knot tighten in his chest. “Nathalie, is this really how you show up as my date?” Nathalie glanced at him coolly. “You paid me two million to show up. Didn’t say anything about a wardrobe allowance.”
She’d dressed down on purpose, just to get under his skin. Back in the day, hadn’t he enjoyed watching her dress like this and embarrass herself in front of high society ladies?
Ever the gentleman, Cameron offered his arm to Nathalie as they entered. But Nathalie ignored him, turning and strutting forward on her
own Cameron trailed behind her.
Unbeknownst to them, a figure peeked out from behind a decorative panel at the clubhouse entrance, eyes filled with malice. They watched Nathalie’s every step until she was out of sight.
