His Second Wife

Chapter 69

~Camila’s POV~

“Don’t you think you are way too overdressed? I mean, not even the owner would be dressed like that.” Claudia mocked as she walked towards me.

“Do you know who the owner is?”

“Of course, I know who Cammy is. She’s a close friend of mine.”

“I’ve been a lot of people’s friends whom I don’t even know, but I never felt the need to say I don’t know you. I don’t remember being your friend.” I said as I sipped my champagne.

“Oh please, who would want to be friends with a nobody like you?”

“This nobody ripped you off of everything you ever wanted. I’m sure you wanted the Grayston money and some shares, too, but they are all mine. Have a great day.” As I tried to walk away, she held my hand.

“Don’t you think you are trying way too much? Who is your next target now, since you managed to steal from the Grayston family?” I smirked and winked at her.

“Your brother.” It came out abruptly, but to my amazement, she let go of my hand, her eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. Claudia didn’t have a brother, as far as I know, then why did the term “brother” make her tremble? I smirked and walked up to Mark, who had been dying for my attention since he got here. I hugged him and beamed at Claudia, but she was terrified. I’ve never seen her like that before. I don’t know Claudia or how she acts, but the word “brother” surely shattered her mood for the night. I might have something that could bring her to her knees, her brother. The last time I checked, she had no family. Could it be she lied? Well, I am going to use the Bro word from now on. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Hey, Camila.” Mark pulled me out of my worst fantasies of bringing Claudia to her knees.

“Hello, Mark. What exactly are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“Well, you are going to find out soon, anyway. I own Cammy designs.”

“Fucking no way! You fucking run San Diego now, lady. The Grayston companies are yours. Shares with MDZ and now I just found out that you own Cammy. Wow!”

“I know, right!”

“Umm, Camila. So I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a very long time now. I’m not sure how you feel about this, but do you mind going out for lunch or dinner with me sometime?”

“Oh, please, don’t make it sound like you’re asking me out on a date. It’s only lunch.”

“Actually, I would like to go on a date with you.” I went completely still.

“Mark, I’m married to your friend. How can you be interested in going on a date with your friend’s wife?”

“You and I both know you’re divorced. If Chris didn’t appreciate you, I’d like you to give me an opportunity to prove to you that I’m a better man than Chris.” I couldn’t think of anything to say. I was stunned and didn’t want to say anything that I would later regret. When I turned to walk away, I was met with Chris’s dark gaze. He kept his stare fixed on me as if he was expecting something.

Don’t tell me he wants me to answer Mark.

I didn’t have much of a choice. I walked away from the scene. Why would Mark want to go out with the wife of his best friend? Is it even possible that they are still friends? I mean, even if they are no longer friends, he should be hitting on me. However, why did my chat with Mark make Claudia restless?

~Claudia’s POV~

I don’t know what that girl knows, but I’m not going to let her ruin my night. So I spotted Chris trying to go after his little ex-wife. I am not going to let him get back with her. I adjusted my dress, grabbed a champagne glass from one of the waitresses, and made my way to Chris, but just as I was about to call out to him, a man appeared in front of me.

“You really are trying so hard to get his attention, Señorita. If you ask me, it’s just too cheap.” I came to a halt and glanced at the man in front of me. He had a don’t mess with me demeanor. He exudes menace and authority. It reminds me of Chris, but the person in front of me does not appear to be easily pleased.

“And who exactly are you?” I had finally discovered my voice.

“Your worst nightmare.” My eyes widened as he openly threatened me. “Not listen, Señorita. If it were not for Liam, you’d be six feet under.”

“You know Liam?” He clutched my arm so hard that I felt pain and the impulse to scream.

“I hate being disturbed. You’re going to let me finish without opening your filthy lips. Aaa, you asked if I knew Liam. Mmm, he’s your current savior at the moment. You’re lucky I don’t hit women, but next time I will kill you. Don’t worry, I will make it painless.” He tightened his grip, and I gasped, “I hate seeing women in pain. I will just shoot you.” He said this as he gripped my arm so tightly that I groaned in pain.

Who the fuck is this guy?

My eyes were red, and I couldn’t call out to anyone because of the music. Although it wasn’t particularly loud, no one could hear me. “Aaa, you must be wondering who I am, but that’s not important. Just stay the fuck away from Camila and Liam. If I see you near any of them, believe me, I will not hesitate to shoot. I’ll be watching you.” He released his grip on me and, as he put one of his hands inside his pocket, I saw a gun. He is really going to shoot me if I go near Camila. “Aaa, Señorita,

stay away from Chris too.” He stated that with a smile and walked away. Who the fuck is that guy and why is he after me? Wait, how the fuck am I going to make Chris fall for me if there is a gun aimed at me? I can’t even torture Camila. Argh!

I pulled out my phone.

Claudia: Met me in the ladies. We need to talk.