Chapter 256
“Just hang tight. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
Nathalie heard this from around the corner, and quickly slipped out of the study. Following Cameron’s instructions, the maid whipped up a few basic dishes for Nathalie. But Nathalie didn’t even taste them before flipping the table over in a fit of anger.
“Did you think I was joking? You think serving me this slop is enough?”
The maid stood to the side, speechless, knowing full well that Cameron would sort things out when he got back.
But Nathalie wasn’t about to wait for Cameron to return. She stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and went on a rampage. She smashed the precious paintings on the walls, breaking their glass frames. Still not satisfied, she tore the canvases into shreds.
She finally stopped only when she was convinced that millions had gone up in smoke.
Cameron hadn’t planned on coming back so soon, but the maid’s frantic call changed that. “Mr. Cameron, Ms. Nathalie has gone off the
- s. She’s taken a knife and wrecked the place.”
Cameron slumped onto the couch, his face pale. It hit him then–bringing Nathalie into his home was a colossal mistake.
Did Nathalie want him bankrupt? Did she want him to experience the life of a beggar, just like she had?
The answer was definitely yes.
Snapping back, Cameron grabbed his car keys and dashed out.
He was at the villa in no time. Initially, he thought the maid was exaggerating, but it turned out she was too understated. The house was a shell of its former self, with only the bare load–bearing walls still standing.
The other walls were in shambles. The artistic paint and wallpaper were scarred beyond recognition.
When Cameron saw the shattered remains of the paintings worth millions on the floor, his heart sank. He lashed out at Nathalie, “Do you have any idea how valuable those were? Do you realize the kind of money you’ve just blown?”
Nathalie’s response was to taunt him even more. “Go ahead, Cameron, sue me. Charge me with breaking and entering, with destroying private property…”
With each word she uttered, Cameron’s face darkened further. He had trapped Nathalie here. How could he possibly take legal action against her?
In the end, he collapsed onto the couch in defeat. “Nathalie, do you really hate me this much? You want to tear my world apart–is that it? What can I possibly do to change your mind?”
He was genuinely afraid of being consumed by Nathalie’s hatred, but he hadn’t realized that Nathalie truly wanted to see him destroyed. “Cameron, how can you even ask for my forgiveness? Look at what you’ve done–imprisoned me just to get your hands on the Stewart family’s chip. You’ve put your gains above my dignity. Cameron, when you learn to respect others, then come and talk to me.”
Cameron’s expression turned even grayer. “I only invited you as a guest. I didn’t imprison you.”
Nathalie’s voice was sharp as a knife. “A guest? Your hospitality includes taking away a guest’s phone. Serving them scraps?” Cameron glared at her. “You didn’t even have that much before.”
Nathalie crossed her arms, a cold glint in her eyes. Cameron might’ve felt a twinge of guilt, but his condescending attitude was deeply ingrained.
“Cameron, ever heard of the saying ‘What goes around comes around?‘ I used to be poor, and you were the rich kid riding on your family’s coattails. But now, I’m the self–made success, and you’re the one scraping by on your mom’s retirement savings.” Nathalie finished with a click of her tongue, her expression dripping with mock sympathy.
