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Camila picked up her cell phone and headed to the elevator.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and she stepped inside.
*Camila, are you heading down?” a colleague, clutching a package, asked with a hint of concern.
Camila nodded slightly and responded with a smile.
The elevator began its slow descent. At that moment, Connor emerged from his office and noticed Camila’s spot was now empty. He was about to return to his office when he suddenly heard an employee’s voice.
“Mr. Connor, are you looking for Camila?” asked the employee holding the package.
“Yes,” Connor said, his face expressionless.
“Mr. Connor, Camila said she was going to the reception because someone was looking for her, and that person… seemed a bit intimidating,” the employee said, clearly worried.
Connor’s expression hardened slightly. “She went down by herself?”
The colleague nodded, “Yes.”
Connor’s brow furrowed, and he quickly moved to the elevator, only to find the doors had already closed. He immediately pressed the down button, anxiously waiting.
He glanced at the nearby stairs and took long strides, quickly descending the staircase, taking several steps at a time.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
“What are you doing here!” Camila approached the reception desk, her eyes revealing displeasure and wariness as she looked at Marc.
Marc stood there, puffing on a cigarette, his eyes fiercely fixed on her as if he could devour her whole.
“Camila, you really think you’re so clever!” he sneered.
Camila thought he was here because of the detention issue. Her tone was cold. “Mr. Marc, you brought the law down on yourself because of your own illegal actions. If you feel wronged, appeal it, but don’t cause a scene here!”
“How dare you bring up the detention center! You made me end up in jail. You’re gonna pay for it!” Marc said through gritted teeth, his fists clenched.
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The receptionists looked on nervously at the two, concerned for Camila’s safety.
“Has security not arrived yet? Hurry them up,” one of the receptionists whispered.
“They said they’re on their way, stuck in the elevator,” another responded.
“Mr. Marc, are you leaving on your own, or do I need to have security throw you out?” Camila said coldly.
“Is it you who had the supplier push me for payment!” Marc suddenly slammed his hand on the desk, startling the receptionists. Several employees who heard the noise also approached the reception area.
Camila was slightly taken aback, not understanding why Marc would suddenly say that. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied calmly, glancing at the gathered employees. She decided to take the conversation outside with Marc, glaring at him. “Let’s talk
outside.”
“What’s wrong? Are you afraid they’ll find out what you did?” Marc shouted loudly to the people around. “This woman, Camila, is evil! She landed her own father- me! – in jail and sabotaged my business!”
The colleagues exchanged glances, none speaking, their eyes communicating as though asking, ‘Is that man really Camila’s father? Ls what he’s saying true?
Camila, suppressing her anger, took a deep breath and looked at the receptionist, softly asking, “Is security here yet?”
They’ll be here any minute! You go ahead, the receptionist said. “Camila, don’t get tangled up with him, just go inside.
Camila decided to end this pointless argument. “Mr. Marc, if you have nothing else, I’m not at your disposal. She said coldly, then turned and prepared to leave.