Chapter 33
Camilla once tried to win over Charles’s friends, hoping they’d accept her. But no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.
She remembered one year, on Cassius’s birthday, she noticed he looked pale and weak. So she carefully prepared a herbal supplement to boost his energy. It took her a week to make the pills.
“She handed them to him personally at his party.
Cassius gave her a strange look, took the gift, and said with a half–smile, “How thoughtful.”
But when Camilla left, she saw the pills in the trash can outside.
At the time, she felt hurt and even wondered if her gift was inappropriate.
Now, Camilla thought her past self was such a fool.
If she could go back in time, the only thing she’d do is dump the trash can on Cassius’s head.
Camilla adjusted her sunglasses, her face cold.
Now that she didn’t even want Charles anymore, her attitude toward his so–called friends was clear–stay the hell away.
David greeted him politely, “Hi, Mr. Lockwood.”
Cassius nodded at David, then looked at Camilla, who was walking with a cane. His eyes were full of disdain.
This woman is insane. Even in this state, she’s still chasing Charles
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around the company,‘ he wondered.
He expected her to smile and try to make small talk like she always did.
He was ready to ignore her completely.
But to his surprise, Camilla acted like he didn’t exist. She didn’t even turn her head in his direction.
Cassius was caught off guard.
He figured maybe David’s greeting was too quiet, so Camilla didn’t recognize his voice.
So he spoke up deliberately, “David, what are you up to?”
David was a little confused but answered politely, “Mr. Hawthorne asked me to show Mrs. Hawthorne around the company.”
Cassius nodded, expecting Camilla to say something now.
After all, she was blind, not deaf. She should recognize his voice.
But again, Camilla ignored him. When the elevator arrived, she walked right in with her cane.
Cassius was totally stunned.
David saw him still standing outside and held the door. “Mr. Lockwood, aren’t you coming in?” he said.
Cassius stared at Camilla, his jaw clenched. “No. I just remembered I left something in Mr. Hawthorne’s office.”
The elevator doors closed, blocking Camilla’s cold expression from view.
Cassius felt a wave of frustration. He pulled out his phone and sent
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