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Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 111
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Chapter 111

Nathan was dead set on his goal. "Can't you see, Mr. Dawson? Miss Nellie is determined to get her hands on

Timeless Cycle necklace. | reckon she'd jump at any offer | make."

He paused, his charming eyes glinting with mischief. "It doesn't matter if she's broke. Once the deal's done, her

debts will naturally fall on you. After all, you're her lawful husband, aren't you?"

Cameron was livid, his face turning ghostly pale. He glared daggers at Nathan, but that devilish grin told him he

was powerless to stop him. So, he turned his frustration towards Nellie. After all, she was easier to handle. He

barked at her, "I forbid you from making any deals with him."

Nellie was having none of Cameron's nonsense. "I want this locket, no matter the cost. It's a done deal."

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Fear flickered in Cameron's eyes. "Have you lost it? What can you possibly trade with him? You've got no money,

no property... just a face that's barely passable..." he almost shouted. Nellie, cutting right to the chase, replied,

"Cameron, you're my husband. Can you buy the locket for me?"

Cameron glanced at Greta, looking troubled.

Nellie mocked him, "Since you, as my husband, won't fulfill my wish, I'll have to make the deal myself. How I do it

is none of your concern." Then, she left without a backward glance. Cameron was left seething.

Three days later, Nellie showed up at the Rowland mansion as planned. Nathan was in his study, gazing at the

locket in his hands, a tender smile playing in his eyes.

A servant cto announce, "Mr. Nathan, Mrs. Dawson would like to see you."

Nathan's smile vanished, his voice icy enough to chill the room. "From now on, don't call her Mrs. Dawson. Just

call her Nellie."

The servant was puzzled by this odd request, unsure why Nathan was being so peculiar. After all, Ms. Nellie was

indeed Cameron's wife.

"Yes," the servant conceded.

Nathan's tone softened. "Let her in."

The servant obliged and soon led Nellie into the study. "Mr. Nathan, she is here."

Nathan waved him off. "You can leave now. I've got sbusiness to discuss with her. Do not disturb us unless |

say so." "Yes."

As the door closed, Nathan sprang up, quickly approaching Nellie, his earlier stern expression replaced by a

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warm smile.

Nellie took him in. Nathan, minus the suit jacket, in black trousers and a white shirt, his dark hair and eyes set

against his skin, looked like a living work of art.

"Nathan, you seem to have shot up a bit. It won't be long before you can hold your own. Soon, those who

doubted and dismissed you will be few and far between. Things are really looking up for you," Nellie said,

beaming with pride.

Nathan, towering over Nellie now, pulled her hand to his cheek with a boyish charm. "Around you, | never want

to grow up. | want to keep getting those New Year's gifts from you and have you makebeautiful clothes for

my birthday..." Nellie smiled indulgently. "Alright, | hope you stay young at heart forever."

After exchanging pleasantries, Nathan handed her the locket he'd bought. "Nellie, why are you so keen on this

locket? | thought you didn't care about for fortune."