Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 693

A gentle green light danced across his palm, scanning repeatedly. After a few moments, a voice chimed in, "Congrats, Lincoln, you've aced the test. Here's your gift."

Out of nowhere, a virtual gift box popped up on the screen.

When Lincoln clicked on it, he uncovered a mind-boggling treasure: twenty-six years of the Stewart family's operational data, financial records, employee networks, and even detailed info on businesses closely tied to the Stewarts. Everything was laid out for him.

Lincoln was floored, his jaw practically hitting the floor. "This gift is incredible. Who are you?"

But the computer fell silent, the mysterious voice disappearing as if it never existed.

With a mix of nervousness and gratitude, Lincoln accepted the gift.

He spent some time piecing together the sequence of events, finally concluding, "Every challenge this person gave me was about Vivian. They seem to really care about her future. Maybe they believe I truly love her and decided to trust me with this gift."

"Does Vivian have friends who are such skilled hackers?" Lincoln wondered, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Staring at the now dark screen, he sincerely expressed his thanks, "I have no idea who you are, but I'm really grateful. Your care for Vivian touches me."

At Dawson Estate:

Greta dragged herself home after a grueling day and collapsed onto the couch, completely spent.

Cameron sat nearby in an armchair, watching her sprawl out without a care. His brow furrowed with concern.

"You’ve been keeping some odd hours lately. What’s going on?" Cameron finally broke their long-standing silence, his words tinged with frustration.

Greta flipped over, propping herself up on the couch. With a proud tilt of her chin, she looked at him and said, "Cameron, I’ve landed a job."

Cameron's lips curled into a teasing smirk, "Your health isn’t the best. Is it really worth it just for a paycheck?"

Cameron, always sharp, quickly sensed Greta's ambitions in her words.

He scrutinized Greta closely.

She touched her face, puzzled. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Cameron replied, "Nathalie is just drowning in her grief. That doesn’t mean she won’t eventually see you as a threat."

Greta chuckled, defiant. "So what if she can’t stand me? As long as my uncle can."

Cameron was stunned. "You can't seriously be thinking of taking Nathalie’s spot in Lincoln’s eyes?"

Greta said, "To him, Nathalie and I are both just the younger generation. Relationships need to be rebuilt. Sometimes, the connection you make matters more than bloodlines."