Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 280

Nathan sighed, "My grandfather insists I represent the Rowland family at Mr. Justin's birthday bash."

Nathalie raised an eyebrow. "So, you want me to whip up an outfit for you?"

Nathan just sighed again. He grumbled, "Nathalie, you know how dull those rich kids' parties are. They only care about showing off their cars, mansions, or dates. I've got none of that, and I'll just end up as the butt of their jokes." Nathalie remembered her past life as the overlooked Mrs. Dawson. She was always bullied at such gatherings. It was a bitter memory. She couldn't stand the idea of Nathan going through the same ordeal.

"I'll splurge and get you a Silver Phantom," Nathalie declared with determination.

Nathan was taken aback. He could totally afford a car. He planned on filling his garage one day anyway.

Nathan swallowed hard. "But garage fees are steep. Pretending to be rich could backfire on us, right?"

Nathalie caught his drift. "We might not outshine them with fancy cars or houses, but I can definitely hold my own as your date, right?"

Nathan chuckled and laid it on thick, "Great plan. Nathalie, you have radiant skin, gorgeous looks, and those long legs, not to mention you were Jasmine's star protégé and are a trendsetter. If you come with me, they'd all be green with envy." Nathalie hesitated. "Do you think I can do it?"

Deep down, she was insecure, having been undermined by her family's manipulative tactics for too long. The whispers about her being a once-married woman had shaken her confidence.

Nathan looked her in the eye. "Why wouldn't you be?"

Nathalie found herself lost in Nathan's reassuring gaze. "Alright, I'll give it a shot."

Nathan beamed. "We're pressed for time. I'll sort out the outfits for the gala."

"Okay." Nathalie knew how extravagant these rich folks' parties could be, so Nathan's choice of attire would surely be spot-on.

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Lizzy wheeled Miranda into a deserted, rundown area.

"What are you doing?" Miranda's panic rose.

Lizzy finally stopped at Rainbow Bridge. "Miranda, this place must ring a bell for you, right?"

"Why did you bring me here?"

Lizzy yanked her out of the wheelchair and dumped her onto the cold, dirty ground beneath the bridge.

"From now on, you'll be begging here every day."

"How can you treat an elderly person like this?"

"Why not? Isn't this how you treated Nathalie when she was little? She should have been carefree at that age, but you forced her out of school to beg and live in luxury off her misery. Now it's your turn to support Nathalie."

Miranda looked around at the indifferent onlookers and pleaded weakly. Someone, please call the police. My daughter's committing abandonment..."

Lizzy addressed the crowd. "Please, don't believe her lies. Her daughter is the most wonderful daughter anyone could have. In her younger and able years, this old woman was lazy and made her five-year-old daughter beg everywhere. She even let her lousy husband pretend to be her daughter's real father They both tricked their daughter into giving up her kidney..."