"Whoever swooped in and saved her that quickly must have their eye on her all the time."


    Cameron''s face was shadowed with frustration. The woman he didn''t love was being treated like a treasure by someone else. It was like a p, hinting he mightck taste. "Who on earth helped her?" Greta wondered aloud, puzzled.


    "Let''s check the surveince," Cameron suggested.


    They headed to the surveince room and pulled up the footage. There was Nathan, striding in with amanding presence, his face etched with unmistakable anxiety.


    With a hint of jealousy, Greta remarked, "Why is it always Nathan? Why does he show up every time Nathalie''s in a bind? Cameron, do you think he has a thing for her?"


    Cameron replied confidently, "Nathan''s got such a high status; he can have any woman he wants. Why would he go for a divorced woman?"


    But in the blink of an eye, Cameron was proven wrong.


    On the screen, Nathan found Nathalie unconscious, and sheer panic washed over his usually carefree face.


    "Nathalie," he breathed, scooping her into his arms and nting a fervent kiss on her forehead. His eyes brimmed with tenderness and love, holding her as if she might slip away like a butterfly.


    ...


    Cameron''s scowl deepened, irritation bubbling up inside him. Without warning, he mmed his fist on the desk.


    Greta stared at him, concerned. "Cameron, what''s going on?"


    Cameron was at a loss. Why did seeing Nathan kiss Nathalie stir such a storm inside him?


    Greta asked nervously, "Cameron, we''ve hurt Nathalie. Will Nathan help her get back at us?"


    "He always teases me for being lovesick. I doubt he''d go off the rails for Nathalie," Cameron said, though his confidence wavered.


    Just then, Nathan lifted his head on


    the screen, his eyes zing. His sharp gaze pierced straight through SOContent (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    to Cameron. Nathan''s aura was intense that Cameron and Greta found themselves stepping back involuntarily.


    Then Nathan''s voice cut through, "Cameron, you''ve caused Nathalie pain, and I will return it a hundred or a thousand times over."


    Cameron''s eyes widened before he burst into a manicugh. "Nathan, never pegged you as a lovesick fool, too. Too bad the woman you fell for is a vengeful bitch. I can''t wait to see yout unravel just like me."


    Greta sensed something was off with Cameron today. She quickly turned off the screen. As Nathan''s handsome face disappeared into darkness, Cameron''s demeanor slowly settled.  en


    He sank into a troubling silence, lost in thought.


    He reflected on Kristina''s release, and his sharp mind pieced together who had stirred up his recent troubles.


    "Nathan," Cameron growled, clenching his teeth. "I underestimated you."


    Greta turned pale. "Cameron, what do you mean?"


    "Nathan first convinced my mother you''re a bad omen, then pretended to rescue her. He''s turned her against us," Cameron exined.


    Greta was shaken. "He''s so young but so sneaky. It''s terrifying."


    Cameron could only feel relieved. "Good thing I caught on to his tricks. He won''t hurt us any further."


    But some things, once set in motion, are like dominoes. When one falls, they all do.


    Kristina was dead.