NovelEnglishChapter 256
"Just hang tight. I'll be has soon as | can."
Nathalie heard this from around the corner, and quickly slipped out of the study. Following Cameron's
instructions, the maid whipped up a few basic dishes for Nathalie. But Nathalie didn't even taste them before
flipping the table over in a fit of anger. "Did you think | was joking? You think servingthis slop is enough?"
The maid stood to the side, speechless, knowing full well that Cameron would sort things out when he got back.
But Nathalie wasn't about to wait for Cameron to return. She stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and went
on a rampage. She smashed the precious paintings on the walls, breaking their glass frames. Still not satisfied,
she tore the canvases into shreds. She finally stopped only when she was convinced that millions had gone up in
smoke.
Cameron hadn't planned on coming back so soon, but the maid's frantic call changed that. "Mr. Cameron, Ms.
Nathalie has gone off the rails. She's taken a knife and wrecked the place."
Cameron slumped onto the couch, his face pale. It hit him then-bringing Nathalie into his hwas a colossal
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Did Nathalie want him bankrupt? Did she want him to experience the life of a beggar, just like she had?
The answer was definitely yes.
Snapping back, Cameron grabbed his car keys and dashed out.
He was at the villa in no time. Initially, he thought the maid was exaggerating, but it turned out she was too
understated. The house was a shell of its former self, with only the bare load-bearing walls still standing. The
other walls were in shambles. The artistic paint and wallpaper were scarred beyond recognition.
When Cameron saw the shattered remains of the paintings worth
millions on the floor, his heart sank He lashed out at Nathalie, "Do you have any idea how valuable those were?
Do you realize the kind of money you've just blown?"
Nathalie's response was to taunt him even more. "Go ahead, Cameron, sue me. Chargewith breaking and
entering, with destroying private property..."
With each word she uttered, Cameron's face darkened further. He had trapped Nathalie here. How could he
possibly take legal action against her?
In the end, he collapsed onto the couch in defeat. "Nathalie, do you really hatethis much? You want to tear
my world apart is that it? What can | possibly do to change your mind?"
He was genuinely afraid of being consumed by Nathalie's hatred, but he hadn't realized that Nathalie truly
wanted to see him destroyed.
"Cameron, how can you even ask for
my forgiveness? Look at what you've done-imprisonedjust to get your hands on the Stewart family's chip.
You've put your gains above my dignity. Cameron, when you learn to respect others, then cand talk to me."
Cameron's expression turned even grayer. "I only invited you as a guest. | didn't imprison you."
Nathalie's voice was sharp as a knife. "A guest? Your hospitality includes taking away a guest's phone. Serving
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Cameron glared at her. "You didn't even have that much before."
Nathalie crossed her arms, a cold glint in her eyes. Cameron might've felt a twinge of guilt, but his
condescending attitude was deeply ingrained.
"Cameron, ever heard of the saying
'What goes around comes around?’ | used to be poor, and you were the rich kid riding on your family's coattails.
But now, I'm the self-made success, and you're the one
scraping by on your mom's
over
retirement savings." Nathalie
finished with a click of her tongue, her expression dripping with mock sympathy.
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