Chapter 445
Cameronâs face darkened. He was super pissed at the middleâaged manâs condescending tone but kept his cool, saying, President Hartley, are you implying something?â
The guy on the other end continued, âFor years, no one has been able to snap a shot of him. But now someone has the balls to post his picture online. His PR team even openly confirmed that the couple in the photo was them Donât you think thatâs a bit weird?â
âYou mean, he purposely had someone take the picture and then post it?â Cameron realized he had been played, immediately grabbed another phone and sent a message: [Stop looking for the photographer ASAP]
The man on the other end continued, âBefore you ring me up next lime, use your brain. No matter what the situation is.â
Cameron responded, âRoger that.â
Then, the guy on the other end didnât say anything more, just hung up.
Cameron angrily threw his phone at the floor and yelled, âGet in here!â
Natalia, trembling pushed the office door open and walked up to Cameron, âCameronâ
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Cameron grabbed her by the hair and demanded in a low voice, âNatalia, tell me What right does a man who canât even control his own marriage and almost bankrupted the Hartley Group, have to lecture me?â
Natalia, shrinking back, fearfully replied, âHeâs a total loser, ousted by his own son years ago. He canât even get into the Hartley family mansion these days, he has no right to lecture youâ
But the truth was, he could only kowtow to him. So who was him to mock that guy?
Of course, Natalia kept these thoughts to herself, not daring to voice them out.
Cameron slapped Natalia hard across the face, âHeâs a loser, are you one too? Youâve been back home for so long. Iâve given you countless chances, but you still canât get
close to Marcusâ
He yanked her hair. âNatalia, Iâm giving you ten more days. If thereâs no progress, I donât need to keep a useless person like you around,â
Natalia, her face stinging from the slap, mumbled, âDonât worry, Iâll come up with something new.â
Cameron yelled, âGet out!â
Natalia left immediately
She returned to her room, closing the door behind her. She walked into the bathroom and looked at the pitiful girl in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror had a swollen face with clear fingerprints; her lip was split and bleeding; her hair was a mess, some of it pulled out.
The girl looked like a homeless stray dog. How could she be Ms. Reese?
âNatalia?â She said to the girl in the mirror, and the girl in the mirror said back to her
She started laughing, tears rolling down her cheeks, âYouâre not me and Iâm not me either. Can we both stop playing this part?â
She had long wanted to shed this identity, but she couldnât shake off her mother who had high expectations of her. She was living a life akin to hell.
Marcus!
He was the only one who could possibly help her out of this mess, but he wouldnât even give her the time of day How could she possibly pin her hopes on him?
She held her head, and slumped to the floor. She was staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what to do next.