Cameron slipped away from the bustling banquet hall. He initially planned to find Greta and soothe her aching heart, but as he wandered through the maze-like corridors of the Dawson estate, he caught sight of Griffin, deep in conversation with his assistant in a gazebo, and decided to eavesdrop. He quietly moved closer, concealing himself behind a thick hedge. From his hiding spot, he overheard Griffin say, "Everyone at this banquet is crucial to Dawson International's success. Make sure Jay keep them happy. I'm setting the stage for his future leadership at Dawson International." The assistant replied, "Sir, we handed out thirty invites, but the gatekeeper counted thirty-one entries. Looks like one invitation was used twice."

Griffin frowned, "Can you find out where Cameron is?"

"Not yet," the assistant said.

"Check it out. If he isn't the extra person, don't worry about it."

"Understood."

Cameron felt a pang in his heart. Griffin casually called Justin by his nickname, Jay, but always called Cameron by his full name a glaring sign of their strained relationship.

Griffin's words were laced with skepticism, forcing Cameron to confront a harsh truth. He'd been cast aside by Griffin. Just a few days ago, Griffin assured him that Justin was only temporarily stepping in for him at Dawson International, which was clearly a blatant lie. His father's betrayal stirred a mix of sadness and anger within Cameron, nearly causing him to stumble and reveal his hiding spot.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Once the assistant left, Cameron stumbled out from behind the bushes.

Griffin looked up, stunned. "Cameron, what are you doing here?" Panic flashed across his face, yet he clung to the hope that Cameron hadn't overheard the conversation.

Cameron approached, a fierce look in his eyes. "I never imagined the day would come when my own father would be the one to stab me in the back."

Griffin froze. "You heard all of that?"

Realizing there was no use

Pameron, don't dropped his act.

blame me. Your

messy love life has tainted your reputation. You were never fit to lead the Dawson family business. But don't worry, son, if you ever hit rock

bottom, I've got your back."

A cold, desolate glint appeared in Cameron's eyes, "Is it really my fault, or have you always been biased? Weren't you clearing the path for your favorite son?" Griffin, feeling guilty, remained silent.

Cameron let out a bitter laugh. "If you can be so heartless, why should I bother with family loyalty?" An ominous aura surrounded Cameron, making Griffin uneasy.

Even though Gameron had been

pushed out of the Dawson family's inner circle, he had spent years as the president of Dawson International and knew the company inside out. If he chose to disrupt things, Dawson International could face serious challenges.

Griffin feared Justin might not be able to handle the consequences. "What do you want?" Griffin asked.

Cameron trembled slightly. "What do I want? Just what's rightfully mine."

Griffin shouted in frustration, "Yours? Everything belongs to the Dawson family. Nothing is yours."

Cameron felt a deep chill. "I joined you straight out of college. Under my leadership, Dawson

International's ranking shot from et

seventh to the top two after eight years. And you say none of it is mine?"