Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 967

Greta nervously wrung her hands. “But Nellie and Nina are both gone. Cameron won’t just let this go. He already suspects me…”

“So what if he does?” her companion replied, unfazed. “He’s got nothing on you. As long as you stick to your story, time’s on your side. Sooner or later, when he can’t find any proof, he’ll end up thinking he’s wronged you—his so-called savior. Won’t that just make him even more guilty? When the moment’s right, you can guilt-trip him into marrying you. He won’t be able to say no.”

A grin broke across Greta’s face. “You’re right. That makes sense.”

Listening from the shadows, Nathalie’s face went pale with fury. Balling her fists, she stormed up to the heartless director, swinging at him with all her strength.

“So you’re the monster who killed Nina.”

“You’re the one who drugged me, kept me sick and helpless...”

“I swear, you’ll pay for everything you’ve done!”

But her fists just passed through him—she couldn’t touch him at all.

The truth hit Nathalie hard: she was powerless here.

She’d have to find another way.

Face dark with frustration, Nathalie left the hospital and stepped into the bustling street. She glanced down at her own dress—its style and fabric totally different from the modern clothes around her. She stuck out like a sore thumb.

Yet in that feeling of not belonging, Nathalie found a surprising clarity.

Her hatred for Cameron, once overwhelming, suddenly felt less sharp—almost gentler. She even felt a flicker of sympathy for him.

After everything she’d been through, tasting every bitter and sweet moment life had to offer, Nathalie couldn’t hold onto old grudges anymore.

Nowhere else to go, she looked up and spotted a skyscraper across the street. The gold letters above the entrance blazed in the sunlight: Morris Corporation.

Nathan’s face flashed through her mind, making her lips curve into a smile. She headed for the building, hope fluttering in her chest.

But before she could even reach the door, a jet of black light shot out, hitting her square in the chest and throwing her backward.

Clutching her aching chest, Nathalie struggled to her feet. That’s when she noticed the two fierce-looking stone qilins flanking the entrance. The black light had come from the red gems set in the collars around their necks.

Inside those gems, flecks of vermilion shimmered and danced, glowing hypnotically.