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Camilla felt fortunate that she hadn’t given up on this good friend just because Charles didn’t like her.
Half an hour later, the car pulled into the parking lot outside Wambalow House. Camilla decided to play along and put on her sunglasses, took out her white cane, and continued to pretend to be blind as she walked into the restaurant.
A waiter immediately approached. “Are you Ms. Winslow? Ms. Templeton is already waiting for you in the private room on the fourth floor. Shall I escort you up?”
“No, thank you,” Camilla said. “Just help me get on the elevator.”
Led by the waiter, Camilla walked to the elevator. As soon as the doors. opened, she stepped inside, pressed the button for the fourth floor, and watched as the heavy doors slowly closed before her eyes.
Casually, Camilla glanced outside and saw a group of black–suited bodyguards suddenly pour into the entrance, forming two rows. The man walking through the middle was blocked from view.
Camilla lowered her sunglasses slightly and, through the gap between two bodyguards, caught a glimpse of the man’s profile. He was dressed in a dark, imposing suit, casting a heavy shadow. She only saw his hand.
His fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles and beautifully defined lines. The veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible, adding an inexplicable sensuality to it.
Camilla thought it was a work of art. However, men with such attractive. hands often had unattractive faces.
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But before Camilla could test this theory, the elevator doors had already closed completely.
At the entrance, Benedict, who had just walked in, suddenly paused, sensing something. He glanced at the elevator lobby and caught a glimpse of the ascending elevator.
Benedict narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of an intriguing emotion flickering in his gaze.
At that moment, the manager of Wambalow House hurried over, smiling ingratiatingly and respectfully. “Good evening, Mr. Norwood. Your private elevator is this way.”
Benedict shifted his focus, turned, and walked toward the discreet and luxurious private elevator on the other side.
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On the fourth floor, Camilla exited the elevator and, relying on her memory, made her way to the private room at the end of the corridor. As soon as she pushed open the door, Winifred lunged at her with a bear hug.
“Camilla, let me get a good look at you,” Winifred said, cupping Camilla’s face in her hands. The more she looked, the more her heart ached. “How did you get so thin? It’s all Charles’s fault. That jerk. I never thought he was any good.”
Winifred had never liked Charles and was probably the only person in the world who thought he wasn’t good enough for Camilla.
Camilla looked at Winifred’s vibrant and familiar face, her eyes welling up. She couldn’t help but choke out, “Winifred, I’ve missed you so much.”
It was often said that a best friend was a family one chose. In Camilla’s
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heart, Winifred was no different from her own sister.
Winifred hugged Camilla tightly, patting her back gently, feeling her bones through her touch. “Alright, let’s eat first. We can talk while we eat.”
Winifred pulled Camilla to sit down at the table. Camilla looked at the spread of her favorite dishes, feeling a pang in her nose and a warmth flooding her heart. “Thank you, Winifred.”
“It’s okay.” Winifred lightly pinched her cheek, her eyes full of tenderness and reluctance. “Eat more, get your strength back, and divorce that jerk Charles as soon as possible. If it comes to it, I’ll support you. I won the Best Actress award last year, so I can definitely afford to take care of you.”
Camilla laughed at her joke and genuinely felt happy for Winifred. Becoming a best actress had always been Winifred’s dream. “Congratulations, Winifred. You’ve achieved your dream.”
