Reborn From Oblivion

The society ladies couldn't wait to chat with Nellie about their fashion needs, and she effortlessly responded with her expert knowledge. Without a second thought, they handed over hefty deposits and left absolutely thrilled.

After a few successful deals, Nellie found herself mingling with the high-society ladies, who were now frequent visitors to her humble rental space. Her clientele became more elite, orders skyrocketed, her bank account swelled, and her professional commitment grew stronger. In just a few short months, she amassed a hundred thousand euros. Then, she turned her attention to Nathan, who was deeply engrossed in his video games...Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Nathan felt a chill run down his spine, sensing a wave of dread as he met Nellie's piercing gaze.

"Nathan, we're not strapped for cash anymore. You can attend the best school out there," she said.

"But, every time I hit the books, I get headaches, my feet hurt, and my stomach aches... everything just acts up," Nathan complained, clearly resistant.

"Nathan, you need to study to get a brighter future," Nellie said with a wise air.

"I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. The classes might as well be in gibberish for all I understand. Instead of wasting money on me, why not invest it in your business?" Nathan tried to wriggle out.

Nellie put on a mock stern face. "Nathan, you promised you'd listen to me..."

With no other option, Nathan gave in, "Alright, alright, I promise I'll go to school."

Nellie's face lit up, and she playfully ruffled his hair. "That's my good boy."

After shelling out a lot of cash and calling in some favors, Nellie finally secured Nathan a spot at a top-notch school. Her humble and accommodating demeanor as she made those calls softened Nathan's stance on schooling. As the seasons changed, spring came and went.

In the Capital, the New Year was just around the corner.

Dawson International, a big name in the Capital, was gearing up for a spectacular New Year celebration. As the CEO, Cameron had to attend with a date, either for the opening speech or the final dance, to keep the event's spirit alive.

Griffin, who held the company's image in high regard, called Cameron early on, "Cameron, this year's event is being jointly hosted by several top companies, and major media outlets will be broadcasting it live. Your personal image is crucial, so your date has to be your wife, Nellie."

Cameron's heart skipped a beat, although he wasn't sure why. He tried to make an excuse, "Dad, Nellie is overseas..."

"There's still time before the celebration. You can bring her back home," Griffin replied in a tone that allowed no argument. "Recently, there's been a lot of negative buzz about you and Greta, which is affecting the company. By showing some love to Nellie at the event, those baseless rumors about you cheating will fade away. You're an adult; you know what to do." Cameron sighed, "I understand."

After hanging up, Cameron sat quietly for a moment before pulling up his messaging app. He opened his chat with Nellie and realized the last time she had reached out to him was over six months ago. Had Nellie really been away for that long?

He vaguely remembered promising to bring her back after three months, and he... had broken that promise.