Reborn From Oblivion

Nathalie felt completely on edge from his flirtations, and as soon as the car rolled to a stop, she threw the door open and practically bolted out in a fluster. Nathan watched her awkward escape, a grin playing at the corners of his eyes. He glanced down at the hand that had held hers, feeling a warmth that was as sweet as honey. At the entrance of Dawson International, a swarm of journalists and photographers eagerly awaited the appearance of Maple Company's elusive founder, Morris. For them, snagging a scoop on the top dog of the Capital was the ultimate trophy.

As a sleek Rolls-Royce glided to a stop at the entrance, everyone held their breath. The passenger-side door opened first, revealing a young and dashing man exuding confidence and poise. Clad in a sharply tailored suit, he was the picture of an Ivy League prodigy. The crowd mistook him for Morris, but he gracefully bowed and opened the back door with a touch of elegance to welcome the real deal. A pair of polished black business shoes hit the ground, signaling the arrival of a mature gentleman.noveldrama

Then came a pair of long, straight legs, and as he emerged fully from the car, the onlookers were left speechless. Despite his youthful and striking looks, his attire spoke of an age-old sophistication, amplifying his commanding presence and ability to steer the ship. Microphones thrust forward, the media buzzed: "Mr. Morris, word is you've built a fortune in the trillions at such a young age. Is that true?"

Nathan paused, Nathalie's words ringing in his mind: "I want lots and lots of money, and lots and lots of love." With a serious demeanor, he corrected them: "No, not billions-trillions."

Ford and Dominick were caught off guard by their boss's sudden flashy revelation, wondering what had gotten into him. "What's up with the boss? Why the sudden show-off?" Someone asked Nathan, "You're young and loaded. What drives your success?"

Nathan answered without skipping a beat, "I've always had one motivation: to give the girl I care about a sense of security."

The media buzzed with excitement: "Wow, the girl who's special to Mr. Morris must be incredibly lucky."

Ford quipped, "Our boss is definitely head over heels. It's official."

Dominick added, "No doubt about it, he's totally smitten."

The interview dragged on, and Cameron losing patience, decided to step outside to greet the guests. Seeing Nathan being hailed by the media, he was taken aback. "What's he doing here?"

His PR manager explained, "Mr. Dawson, he's Mr. Morris, the one who bought out Dawson International."

Cameron's eyes widened, a mix of shock and dread in his gaze: "Nathan is Morris?"

The PR manager, familiar with Nathan's reputation but never having met him, was equally stunned to discover Morris was M Cameron from Rowland Inc. "Mr. Dawson, aren't our families old friends? Maybe if you appeal to that old bond, Mr. Nathan might reconsider and invest in Dawson International to help us out of this mess."

Cameron, deflated, said, "Anyone might give Dawson International a lifeline, but not him. Definitely not."

The manager turned pale. Nathan, spotting Cameron, strode toward him confidently. He didn't need to confront Cameron himself; his two trusted aides were already closing in on Cameron, ready to handle the situation.