Chapter 93
Nellie was the one doing the talking.
Today, she was dressed to the nines, her hair styled into cascading waves, her lips painted a fiery red, and she was rocking a form–fitting emerald gown that screamed sexy and enchanting, nailing the essence of feminine allure.
But there was one thing that clashed with her fierce outfit: the oversized sunglasses she wore. Anyone could see she was trying to keep her true identity under wraps.
“Mr. Benjamin, here’s the lady you’ve been searching for,” said Benjamin’s eager assistant, his eyes practically twinkling.
Benjamin was absolutely mesmerized by the stunning woman in front of him. He had a thing for women who wore their beauty boldly. Leaning in, he whispered to his assistant, “Make sure you get her number for me later.”
The assistant nodded. “Got it.”
ellie moved with a graceful elegance, her figure swaying like a gentle breeze, her curves exuding a dangerously irresistible charm. Her beauty was vivid and sensual, without crossing into vulgarity, and somehow, amidst her dazzling allure, there was a hint of innocence.
As she walked past Cameron and Greta, she paused intentionally.
Cameron shot her a fierce glare and warned, “Keep your mouth in check.” He wouldn’t let anyone stir up trouble between him and Greta. Most people would give him a bit of respect and avoid embarrassing him. But today, he ran into someone who wasn’t afraid to push back.
Nellie shot back with a sarcastic edge, “You have the guts to cheat with your own sister–in–law but can’t handle a bit of gossip?”
Furious, Cameron raised his fist. “Shut up. Don’t push me into hitting a woman.”
Nellie chuckled, tilting her chin up. “You never had manners with women. Why are you now putting on a show?”
Cameron’s eyes flickered with confusion. “I’ve always thought I was easygoing with women. You must’ve got a wrong impression from some false rumors.”
Nellie hit him right where it hurt, “Sure, you are kind to all women. But what about your own wife?”
A flicker of turmoil crossed Cameron’s eyes.
In a rush of desperation, Greta suddenly slapped Nellie. “Stop spreading lies about me and Cameron?”
Nellie, holding her cheek, let out a cold, mocking smile. They wanted to silence her, but she was determined to speak her truth. “He tricked Mrs. Dawson into marriage, took her kidney, then subjected her to all kinds of emotional abuse and refused to be a real husband… Is this his idea of kindness to women?”
With just a few words, she painted a vivid picture of Cameron’s despicable nature.
Cameron was shaking with rage. “You’re spouting nonsense without knowing the whole story. You’re here just to make trouble. Someone, get her out of here now!”
When the security team didn’t budge, Cameron was furious. “What are you standing around for? Get her out of here.”
The head of security looked uneasy. “Mr. Dawson, she’s a VIP guest at this event.”
Cameron was left speechless.
Benjamin quickly swooped in to smooth things over. “Cameron, why get riled up over a spat with a girl? Let’s head inside.” Cameron took the chance to back down. In a hushed tone, he said to Benjamin, “That woman must’ve been planted here to ruin my rep. Can you dig into who she really is?”
Benjamin hesitated a bit before saying, “Cameron, don’t you think her voice sounded an awful lot like–your wife Nellie?”
It was like a bolt of lightning struck Cameron, leaving him frozen in place.
Every word from Nellie was a crushing blow to Cameron. If it really was Nellie, just how deep did her hatred run to strike at him with such relentless force?
