NovelXXXAlmos chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Look at you, all fierce and intimidating. It's a far cry from the gentle soul I first met. Back then, you were so soft-spoken, not this intense." Nathalie, seeing through his attempt to sidetrack, decided to cut the act. "Almos, even after all these years, I remember every clause of our deal. Do you?" Almos shrugged, "I've got so many clients, Nathalie, it's hard to keep track." "Not a problem," Nathalie replied, her voice steady. "Letjog your memory. The first point was simple: you promised to erase all my unpleasant memories, and I paid you handsomely for that." Almos winced. "Yeah, that does ring a bell." "But why do I still remember every painful detail?" Nathalie's tone sharpened. "Seems like you didn't hold up your end of the bargain. Don't you think I deserve my money back?" Almos forced a laugh. "Ms. Nellie, who asks for a refund six or seven years after a deal's done?" Nathalie pressed on. "The contract also stated everything was confidential, and breaking that confidentiality would have serious consequences." Almos's eyes started darting around nervously.
Suddenly, Nathalie grabbed a nearby butter knife, using the flat side to lift Almos's chin forcefully. "How did Greta find out about our deal?" Feigning ignorance, Almos replied, "Greta who? I don't know what you're talking about." "Playing dumb, are we?" Nathalie's voice was icy.
She threatened, "Almos, I'm running out of patience. Spill the beans about you and Greta, or I'll have my people pay a visit to your family, give them a taste of living in constant fear like I did." Almos stared at her in disbelief. "I can't believe how much you've changed in just a few years. No wonder he said you ruined his life... and it's all my fault." Nathalie's brow furrowed. "Cameron said that, didn't he? Hmph, he brought it on himself with his actions. Now that his life's in ruins, he's looking for someone to blame." Almos shook his head. "Ms. Nellie, you don't know the whole story." Nathalie laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I'm the one involved; how could I not know? Ridiculous." "Yes, you're involved," Almos admitted. "But you only see one side. You're so focused on revenge, on easing your own heartache. But how can you be sure that Cameron, though wrong, deserved such harsh punishment? You went too far." "It's my fault," Almos confessed, "for taking sof your memories."
Nathalie despised Cameron to the point that even hearing his nmade her feel sick. She snapped at Almos for defending him. "Cut the chatter. Tell me, where is Cameron now?" Almos replied, "You've destroyed him. There is no Cameron left in this world."
Nathalie retorted, "I just bankrupted him; I didn't kill him. What gives you the right to say that?" "See him for yourself," Almos suggested. "Then you'll understand why." "But I don't want to see him," Nathalie replied through gritted teeth.
"Ms. Nellie," Almos said gently, "you, more than anyone, know life is full of twists and turns, and our paths with others are woven with fate. Mr. Dawson made mistakes, sure, but perhaps in this life, he's your test, and in the next, you'll be his. It's better to resolve grievanées than to deepen them."
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