Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 231

She strutted straight into the roomy living room, casually flopping onto the sofa and crossing one leg over the other, her untamed allure radiating confidently. With such an easy-going vibe, she had clearly claimed this villa as her own turf. She picked up a mug from the coffee table, which was from a matching set that belonged to Cameron and Greta. Nathalie curled her lip in disgust and chucked it into the trash.

This set Greta off, and she shouted, "Nathalie, who do you think you are, throwing our stuff away?"

Nathalie shot her a dismissive look, exuding an air of authority as if she were the older sister and Greta the younger. "I gave you a week to pack up and leave. If you can't get it together, that's on you. The house is officially mine now, and I'll do whatever I want with it." Still not satisfied, Nathalie flung a picture frame from the coffee table to the floor, where it shattered with a resounding crash.

Turning to Lizzy, she said, "Tear down all those paintings." She pulled a hammer from the drawer and handed it to Lizzy.

Lizzy eagerly swung the hammer at the frames, almost like she was possessed by a spirit of chaos. She was thrilled by the sound of destruction. "This is so cool..."

Cameron went pale as a sheet.

Greta rushed over, "Nathalie, are you out of your mind? Those paintings are worth a fortune. Do you even know that?"

Nathalie played with her perfectly manicured nails, "They're just a few pieces from some famous artists. Not my cup of tea. If you want them, maybe grovel a bit, say some sweet words, and I might just feel generous enough to hand them over." Greta was so furious that her face turned crimson. "You..."

Nathalie cut her off, "If you can't come up with anything to say, then don't bother."

Her tone dripped with mockery, mimicking how Cameron used to talk down to people when he held all the cards. Cameron picked up on her imitation and sarcasm, and it

pushed him over the edge.

He stepped in, chastising Nathalie, "You get a little power and lose your head. Aren't you worried about the day you get knocked back to reality? Will you still be laughing then?"

Nathalie laughed even harder. "Oh,

Cameron, I've been scraping by my whole life. I'm used to living simply Wealth is just a bonus. But you,

having always lived in luxurynet

about to taste hardship. I'm

are

ove

genuinely concerned for you. What Will you do if you can't handle it?"

Cameron stayed calm. He never believed he'd actually hit rock bottom. After all, his father wouldn't let him become a laughingstock at Dawson International, right?

"Do you think my father would really let me hit such a low?" Cameron asked, his voice relaxed.

Nathalie gave him a teasing look, a smirk playing at her lips. "Cameron, you just wait for your dad to save the day."

Cameron saw the hint of mockery in her expression.

Nathalie took the hammer from Lizzy and went to town, smashing anything and everything in the villa.

This villa was supposed to be their

marital home, but she never felt at home here. She didn't have her own room, much less a walk-in closet or a jewelry cabinet. Whenever guests came over, she had to give up her room for them and crash in the maid's quarters. Her designer clothes and jewelry were locked away, and if she wanted to wear anything, she had to go through Cameron's assistant. She stored her personal stuff in a shared wardrobe space with the housemaids.