Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 951

“Of course. Take as much as you need.”

Morris grinned.

“That’s a relief.”

After lunch, Nathalie drove Morris back to Vincent Corporation.

As they pulled up to the front, Nathalie and Morris bumped into Mick and Jackson.

The memory of Mick’s dirty trick the other night flashed in Nathalie’s mind. Her face went from sunshine to thundercloud in an instant.

“Mick, how do you want to settle our score?” Nathalie slipped a hand into her coat, pulled out a coiled leather whip, and wrapped it slowly around her palm, her movements wicked and wild.

Mick froze, stunned to see this fierce, take-no-prisoners side of Nathalie behind her usual softness.

He shot her a wary look, but kept his cool. “Ashley, nothing really happened to you that night, did it?”

“Now that Morris is with me, maybe we should just let this go. No point holding grudges, right?”

Nathalie’s icy glare eased a bit. She didn’t want her brother Nathan getting caught in Mick’s crosshairs, so she was willing to swallow her pride for Morris’s sake.

But Morris wasn’t about to let Mick off so easy. “Nathalie, don’t worry about me. Handle him however you like. As long as you’re happy. He can’t touch me.”

Jackson piped up, “Morris, already forgot the humiliation you suffered this morning?”

He shouldn’t have said that. At those words, Nathalie’s temper exploded.

“Nathan, they picked on you this morning?”

Morris gave a dramatic sigh, then pouted, “Yeah. See these scratches on my arm? Mick did that.”

The goons surged forward—but Lizzy was a force of nature. She threw a swift roundhouse kick, sending a handful of guys sprawling with howls of pain.

Like a slick ninja, Lizzy darted past the chaos and landed right in front of Jackson. She unleashed a flurry of slaps—his face puffed up instantly, turning red and swollen.

“That’s for disrespecting my mistress,” she snapped.

Then she kicked out the back of Jackson’s knee, dropping him to the ground in a messy, humiliating heap. “Kneel and apologize to my sister.”

Mick tried to help, but Lizzy’s next kick sent him flying. He crashed down hard, and the crack of his ribs was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Lizzy looked down at him coldly. “A mutt like you dares to scheme against my mistress? If you’re going to act like a dog, better learn to wear a muzzle. The more you yap, the sooner you’ll lose your head.”

Jackson, still on his knees, howled for backup. “Somebody—get the chairman! Now!”