Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 402

The moment those words left the shareholder’s mouth, even the usually unflappable Griffin felt like he had been caught with his pants down. “You—” He was so furious he could almost feel his blood pressure skyrocket.

But the shareholder wasn’t about to let up. “Mr. Dawson, cat got your tongue?”

Griffin was barely holding it together and slammed his teacup onto the table with a thud that echoed his frustration. “What are you implying? Are you trying to disgrace me and shove me out of the company? Let’s not forget that Dawson International is a Dawson family legacy. I still hold the lion’s share, and that makes me the boss around here.”

“Well, isn’t that convenient, Mr. Dawson?” the shareholder shot back. “When you slip up, you pull rank. But why should Cameron get the boot for his mistakes?”

Griffin shot him a venomous glare. “Why are you always on my case? What’s your angle?”

The shareholder rose to his feet. “It’s simple. Our success is tied to Dawson International. Ever since Cameron left, we’ve been on a downward slide. Meanwhile, Rowland Inc. is booming with him on board. Cameron’s got the Midas touch, and everyone knows it.”

He paused, then added, “So, I propose we bring Cameron back.”

The room buzzed with murmurs of agreement.

“I think it’s worth a shot.”

Griffin, however, looked like he’d swallowed a lemon. They didn’t know he’d already tried, behind closed doors, to coax Cameron back, only to be met with a flat-out refusal and a dose of humiliation. It made him bristle at the suggestion.

“He won’t come back,” he muttered.

“He’s a Dawson. Dawson International is his heritage, too. Why wouldn’t he want to return?” The shareholders were skeptical of Griffin’s claims.

“I’ve already asked him. He said no,” Griffin admitted, sounding defeated.

Winter’s chill had settled in.

On the other side of the city, Cameron stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, looking out over the city, feeling alone for the first time in ages.

His mother, who loved him dearly, and Nellie, who loved him purely, were both gone—victims of his own foolishness.

And the father he’d tried so hard to support, along with Greta, whom he adored, had turned out to be nothing but leeches, leaving him empty and hollow.

He couldn’t help but wonder what his purpose in life was.

What was the point of his relentless hustle?