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“Thank you, gentlemen,” Camilla said, deliberately altering her voice and speaking in a slightly hoarse tone. “Excuse me, could you tell me where the elevator is?”
Benedict didn’t respond immediately. He looked Camilla up and down, barely frowning.
“She was so thin. The sunglasses covered two–thirds of her face, revealing only her sharp chin. In the light, he could even see the veins beneath her skin. Camilla looked like a fragile doll that could shatter at the slightest touch.
Just as Camilla, feeling the weight of Benedict’s gaze, was about to make her escape, Benedict moved his thin lips. “Elias, escort this lady downstairs.”
“Yes, sir.” Elias nodded,
“Just take me to the elevator,” Camilla quickly said, eager to get away from Benedict as soon as possible.
Once Camilla disappeared around the corner with Elias, Benedict’s gaze turned cold again.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and strolled forward with long, leisurely strides. At the end of the corridor was an open terrace.
The lecherous man, who had just been humiliated, was standing in the corner of the terrace, gritting his teeth and making a phone call. “Damn it, bring more people. I need to get back at that guy. Some young upstart thinks he can play the hero in front of me.”
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The image of Camilla’s pitiful appearance flashed through his mind, and he couldn’t help but let out a lecherous grin, his hand itching to touch himself. “Leave a few people at the intersection and bring that girl back. That blind girl is really something, beautiful and with a nice voice. She’d be even more fun in bed.”
As he was speaking, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. Each step was clear and distinct, pressing down on every nerve in the silent night.
The man turned around and saw Benedict standing behind him, like at demon. The overwhelming pressure made him shudder.
Benedict held a cigarette between his fingers, the white smoke swirling around him, obscuring his expression. Only his deep eyes revealed a terrifying ruthlessness. “Did you not understand what I said?”
The man swallowed fearfully, instinctively trying to run. But as soon as he lifted his foot, two bodyguards in black kicked his knees hard.
Thud. The man’s knees hit the ground with a crack, and before he could cry out in pain, his mouth was gagged.
Benedict slowly approached, his gaze cold and indifferent, as if looking at a lifeless object. “Pull out all his teeth,” he said, then turned and walked. to the edge of the terrace.
From this spot, he could see a corner of the main entrance. He silently watched as the frail woman, feeling her way with her white cane, got into
a minivan.
“Camilla,” Benedict murmured, the ice in his eyes melting slightly. He watched the car drive away and, after a long moment, whispered, “Long time no see.”
His voice was so soft that it was torn apart by the night breeze on the
terrace.
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When Camilla returned to the villa, Charles hadn’t come back yet. The garden was already filled with the transplanted yellow roses, swaying gracefully under the moonlight.
She saw Mia standing guard at the entrance. As soon as Camilla appeared, Mia quickly raised her phone and snapped a few stealthy photos before casually walking up to her.
“Mrs. Hawthorne, you’re back,” Mia said with a smile, though she rolled her eyes exaggeratedly when Camilla wasn’t looking.
Camilla nodded casually and instructed Mia to draw a bath for her.
“Sure, Mrs. Hawthorne,” Mia replied, her voice cheerful, but she rolled. her eyes in disgust.
Mia didn’t respect Camilla at all. Following Charles’s lead, Mia had been in the household for two years, and in her mind, the true lady of the house was likely Ophelia.
Camilla didn’t care. She was planning to divorce Charles soon anyway.
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