Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 186

Nathan was slipping someone into the production crew who was sure to be Cameron's worst nightmare. That was just Nathan's way-dominate the competition completely.

Sure enough, by the second episode of the reality show, the lineup of regular guests had shifted. Alongside the original four, a new face made the scene. When the director announced the fresh addition, the crowd buzzed with excitement.

"Is that the new guest? Oh, he's got looks that could stop traffic and a brain to match. I heard people often dub him a young genius. Meet the most adored Mr. Nathan Rowland."

Nathan strutted onto the red carpet, looking every bit the part. He wore a shirt crafted by Nathalie herself, with soft fabric and a dark green periwinkle embroidered at the collar, matched with trousers of the same color. He could've stepped right out of a fairy tale book as a princely figure.

He approached Cameron, exuding elegance and a touch of arrogance, his striking looks practically overshadowing him. Cameron glanced at him, eyes filled with disdain. "Mr. Nathan, what brings you here?"

Nathan leaned in slightly. "I'm here to push my girlfriend's brand into the spotlight."

Cameron eyed Nathan's perfectly tailored outfit, his expression turning sour. "She made those for you?"

Nathan smirked. "Yep, Nathalie loves making clothes for me. My closet's overflowing with them."

Cameron felt a pang, like a bee sting, at the reminder. Memories of Nathalie burning the midnight oil to sew for him rushed back. However, he'd tossed those clothes aside without a second thought. He had never valued her handiwork, and after that, she'd stopped making anything for him altogether. Unlike Nathan's appreciation, his dismissal of Nathalie's efforts seemed downright cruel.

The director interrupted, "This

episode is all about showcasing your wardrobes. You're all from

wealthy backgrounds with a keen et

fashion sense, and importantly, your families have their own fashion

brands. So, for this round,

no

wardrobe will be provided. You'll be wearing your own clothes."

Cameron's eyes narrowed. "Is this your doing?"

Nathan responded smoothly, "It's the perfect chance to highlight your family's brand. Isn't that what you want?"

Cameron seethed, "Nathan, I didn't realize you were such a crafty operator."

Nathan's fashion brand was more established than Cameron's, and he was ready for this, ensuring he'd steal the spotlight and rake in accolades. Cameron's brand was

still searching for the right partners

and wasn't even in production yet. Nathan was hitting Cameron where it hurt.

Nathan taunted, "Surely you ain't going to back down, right?"

Cameron was not one to back down easily. "Nathan, don't count your chickens just yet."

During the break, the guests scrambled to enhance their

wardrobes by any means possible, Cameron turned to Greta for help and she reassured him, "Cameron, relax. Luckily, I've got plenty of outfits I made for you before. They'll do the trick."

Cameron felt a wave of relief.