Reborn From Oblivion

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Cameron drove up to the gates of the Stewart family estate, his car coming to a haphazard stop by the roadside. He stumbled out, making his way to the guardhouse with a bit of a swagger. "I need to see Ashley," he declared loudly.

The two guards exchanged a look, clearly puzzled. It wasn't every day they saw a man so unapologetically drunk, boldly demanding to see someone.

"Which Ashley are you talking about?" one of them asked.

Cameron didn't answer. Instead, he staggered to the side and began to throw up.

The guards conferred quietly. "Isn't this the ex-prince, the eldest miss's former husband? I heard their split was pretty nasty. Bet he's here for Ms. Nellie," one surmised.

"Let's ring up Ashley from the main house," the other suggested.

A few minutes later, Cameron, having finished his impromptu vomiting session, returned to the guardhouse. "I meant Vivian, your eldest miss," he clarified at last.

The guards were caught off guard, one of them muttering, "Why didn't you just say so?"

Cameron, unaccustomed to being scolded by staff, shot him a fiery glare. Unfortunately, his anger was all show, and the guard just rolled his eyes in response.

Cameron felt his temper rising.

With reluctance, the guard called up the eldest miss. "Hey, Miss Vivian, there's a guy here to see you. It's Cameron, your ex." His voice dropped to a whisper on the last part.

Nathalie's voice came through the speaker, cool and dismissive. "I'm busy. Tell him to leave."

Cameron's face turned a shade darker as he grabbed the phone from the guard, yelling, "Nathalie, I really need to talk to you. Ignore me at your own risk."

Thinking it might be about their daughter, Nina, Nathalie rushed down the stairs. From a distance, she could see Cameron, and her expression soured.

"What do you want, Cameron?" she asked, arms crossed as she kept her distance from his alcohol-laden presence.

"Nathalie," Cameron said, ignoring the disdain in her eyes and stepping closer with enthusiasm.

Nathalie didn't bother to hide her disgust, pinching her nose. "Spit it out-quick. You stink."

Cameron hesitated, his face turning a deeper red. "Sorry, had a bit too much to drink."

"Just get on with it," Nathalie replied sharply.

Cameron looked around to make sure they were alone, then sheepishly said, "Nathalie, I need to borrow some money."

Nathalie's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're serious? You're asking me for money? Have you lost your mind, Cameron?"

Cameron looked a bit embarrassed. "I really need some cash flow. I promise I'll pay you back with high interest."

Nathalie seized the chance to cut him down. "Why would I lend you money, Cameron? Because you were my ex-husband who conned me, o maybe because your ego is so big it takes three sheets of paper to draw your face?"

Cameron bristled with anger. "I'm asking you nicely, Nathalie. Don't act like I don't

know you spent a fortune on that guy in prison."

Nathalie laughed mockingly. "Oh, Cameron, what makes you think you even measure up?"

"He's got no future, Nathalie.

Spending money on him is like

tossing it away. Back me instead, and when my business takes off, I'll make sure you benefit," Cameron insisted.

Nathalie's eyes darkened with determination. "Cameron, the one without a future is you. He has my backing, and he will be free and live

securely."