Kristina pulled out her ace. "You need to divorce that woman. She's nothing but trouble. I won't let you have anything to do with her. If you don't, I'll die right here in front of you." She shouted, her voice echoing through the room.
Cameron gently gripped her shoulders, trying to soothe her. "Mom, please, you need to calm down. Greta has nothing to do with how things are now. Honestly, Dad never cared about me from the start. He was just using me to set up his illegitimate son... Even if I don't divorce Greta, he'll find another reason to boot me out of Dawson International. I heard it straight from him..." Kristina was taken aback, her mind reeling. "What did you just say?" The idea that the man she'd shared her life with could be so ruthless left her stunned.
The fire in Kristina's eyes dimmed, leaving them vacant and hollow. Cameron realized he had crossed a line, but it was too late to take back his words. "Mom, trust me. I'll get back what's mine."
Suddenly, a fierce determination flared in Kristina's eyes. She balled her fists, her voice dripping with bitterness. "Your father tricked me. He said our divorce would save Dawson International and promised to hand it over to you once things settled. But it was all a ploy to leave me with nothing. How could he lied to me like this?"
Then, she broke free from Cameron's hold and rushed towards the banquet hall.
The dance floor was alive with soft music and graceful movements, creating an atmosphere of peace. As one song faded and a more romantic tune took over, couples started to sway together.
In the center, Griffin danced closely with his new wife.
Nathan noticed Nathalie sitting alone. He was about to ask her to dance when Ashley appeared out of nowhere with hopeful eyes. "Nathan, care to dance with me?"
He was not interested in dancing with someone he didn't fancy, so he quickly made an excuse. "Sorry, I'm not much of a dancer."
Ashley wasn't giving up. "How about the next song, then?"
Nathan said. "Sorry, I can't dance to that one either."
Just then, Benjamin strolled over, looking sharp in a white suit with golden accents that made him stand out.
He offered his hand to Nathalie with a charming smile. "Ms. Nathalie, may I have this dance?"
Nathalie glanced at Ashley and Nathan, eager to avoid being the third wheel. She gracefully accepted and stood up.
Nathan's face darkened instantly, and he stepped in between them. "Sorry, Nathalie doesn't dance. She's mine." His possessiveness was clear.
Benjamin got annoyed and shot
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back. "Nathan, Ms. Nathalie didn't turn me down. Who made you bèr spokesperson? And when did she become 'yours?""
Nathan turned to Nathalie, his gaze intense and sincere. "Nathalie, one bad apple is enough for a lifetime. Stay clear of jerks who look good on the outside but are rotten inside." Content held by .
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Benjamin was fuming. "Nathan, who are you calling a jerk?"
Afraid that Nathalie might fall for Benjamin's charm, Nathan exaggerated his claims. "I'm talking about you. You're notorious for bringing home different women all the time. You're a real playboy. Nathalie's too genuine for someone like you."