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Chapter 45
Soon, the car arrived at the city center, next to the Passos Mall, where a standalone building housed the bar.
Last year, this building was a fancy private kitchen. Erica brought Camila here once. Apparently, when the lease expired, the mall took it back. A wealthy individual had rented it and transformed it into a bar. Looking around, men and women dressed to the nines filled the place, making her attire seem perfectly appropriate. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
Before stepping out of the car, Camila glanced at Connor and noticed his tie was askew.
“Mr. Connor, your tie…” Just as the driver was about to speak, Camila had already reached over to adjust it.
He drew.in a sharp breath. Mr. Connor disliked anyone touching his personal attire, ties included. Connor instinctively leaned back, his brow furrowing.
“There.” Camila said with a smile, convinced she was a competent assistant. Having noticed Connor often wore ties, she had even gone online to learn about them.
Connor shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. “Let’s go.”
relieved not to witness an outburst from Mr. Connor, quickly got out and opened the door.
Connor stepped out first, and Camila, opening her door herself, found Connor waiting by the car, gesturing for her to take his arm–a gesture of social etiquette. Camila naturally looped her arm through his.
“Connor.”
Tuming towards the voice, Camila saw a woman in a white evening gown approaching, a smile gracing her face. Camila recognized her as the woman who had visited Mr. Connor at the office a few days ago.
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The woman gave Camila a meaningful look, saying, “Camila, you look lovely, almost more exquisite than a famous actress.” Just as she was contemplating withdrawing her hand from Connor’s arm, Connor called out impatiently. “Rita.”
Camila blinked in surprise.
“I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself last time. I’m Rita, this guy’s cousin.”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Rita.”
“Don’t be so formal, just Rita is fine. If Connor ever gives you trouble, you can come to me.” Camila glanced at Connor and nodded awkwardly.
Connor said, “Don’t mind her.”
Rita clicked her tongue, “You two enjoy your evening. I’ll go greet the other guests.” The entrance was flanked by luxury cars, with staff checking invitations at the door.
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Connor led her past the check–in, straight into the bar.
As the door swung open, the bar’s lavish decor and high ceilings lent an air of elegance to the place, dominated by dark tones creating a subdued and mysterious ambiance. The walls were
adorned with artistic paintings and decorations, enhancing the artistic vibe. Smooth jazz played in the background, devoid of the expected noise.
Camila spotted celebrities from the entertainment industry, including top–tier stars. “Mr. Connor, can I go get an autograph?”
“These people are just here to add glamour,” Connor said dismissively, implying she shouldn’t devalue herself.
Tonight’s guests, besides the celebrities, were all high society folks who recognized Connor.
“Mr. Connor!” A group of young men of similar age came over to greet him, their eyes curiously scanning Camila.
Actually, from the moment Camila entered the bar, the staring never stopped. Her stunning beauty and alluring figure drew envious glances from women and fervent admiration from men. If not for Connor by her side, countless men would have been at her feet tonight.
“Is there something you need?” Connor’s voice was icy cold, his handsome face intimidating enough to send chills down one’s spine.